Grit, Healing & Wheeling
Friends,
I’ve had a post sloshing around in my head now for some time. I write it in my dreams and while riding my motorcycle, but somehow the levers of Substack are still unfamiliar to me. But you know, I’ve been around… I’ll get over it. Fuzz
Let’s begin with a post from Clif High:
In this piece, Clif adds several points to the picture he’s been painting since I’ve been getting his stuff… a long time.
So as I said to myself this morning while having a pee; “There must be many ways to skin a cat… or ways to see our maker… or even to use the tools… It, He (the Universe, Grand Wazoo, or more specifically the VIBE we’ve been calling God) and how to use these tools. I mean, powers that BE, don’t want us to know they exist, except for people like Jesus Christ, Oral Roberts and Whacko’s like Clif from time to time. So here’s a laundry list of ways to stand in front of it… the VIBE, I mean, that ability to cure ourselves… or to cure others.
Even if you “don’t believe in God…” sort of like Clif’s analogy of the pool without accounting for the water in it. As seeing the Universe without Consciousness (the VIBE, dude…) in it. The list:
If you just can’t believe in God (Universal Consciousness) Try the Jose Silva Mind Control method. I took my mechanic and girlfriend to one of his courses in 1972. Most of the people there were bored house wives, or guys that who wanted to stop smoking, and me, I wanted to win Daytona.
There was nothing about religion or of a Spiritual nature, but man, I sure picked up on it! I just now googled it, and you can take your pick of ways to get the basic course. Ours was taught by (looked like) used car salesmen, who dutifully read the course to us, turned on and off the sound of a metronome and the purring of a cat when it was time. It would take too much space here to count the things I learned there; but I use it every day of my life… ‘cause it doesn’t matter how you get there.
Read my book on Amazon, “Bohemian Road Trip,” and you’ll find a bunch of ways. And how the Universe uses us …. to throw a chain on the back straightaway somewhere in the neighborhood of 160 miles an hour… which ultimately caused me to write “Bohemian Road Trip.”
Two near death experiences that allowed me to see the light, and to not care which way it went. When we got back from Daytona, I took the last of the acid and mixed it up in a tall glass of water. The three of us drank it down. The rest is none of your business… but I experienced death in the process. Take me Papi, anytime you’re ready.
The second near death experience was from Dengue (Woman…Steve Ray Vaughn). Costa Rica is a good place to get it. I’ve been here 25 years; I got it. I spent 3 days in delirium with a fever running up in the red somewhere. Gaby kept me alive with thin chicken soup during that time. One morning about 3:00 a.m. I got up to pee… but my mind was racing; I couldn’t release. Then I’m looking down from the corner of my bathroom at this poor bastard with his dick in his hand, and thought,
“My, that was a good body, still life left in it if I want…” but you know… I didn’t care, like in a dream, I was only a spectator. Somehow a decision was made, my fever broke and I’m here to write about it.
Mary Baker Eddy who founded The Christian Science Monitor in 1908, also cranked up the light for a man named Joel S. Goldsmith, a Jew, who became a Christian and healed people throughout his life. I’ve read most of his books, if you can get past his old style of writing, the answer is there, too. In fact the answer is all over the damn place. You just have to be curious and diligent.
So I’m here to say, find your own path; don’t have to be Clif’s or mine or Jose Silva… with any luck you may actually find it in a church. One thing I learned from Joel S. Goldsmith, was that the Temple, is at the right side of our heads… A Christian may know about the thief to Christ’s left, and who asked if he could go to Heaven with Christ. And Christ said, “yes, you are a part of us… you may come with me.” (hope I’m not ducking this up… ) So we’re going to have to take our enemy’s along with us too, I guess. I mean….
…. we’re not trying to win a war, forcibly overthrow a government, or even make you think like we do… at least my end of the game is simply to turn away from all of that and live in peace. If we’re not allowed, then let me set my beer down… watch this…
Fuzz