June 29,2018
In the early 1980s I was undergoing a lot of stress, and was seeing a brilliant therapist. I quickly learned that when she pointed something out, I should act to resolve it then and there, else it would continue to kick me in the ass. When she suggested that I would benefit from a therapeutic encounter group event, I did it. In those days it was called The Life Training, consisting of ninety intensive hours over two weekends, and the event included a couple of hundred other participants. It revealed the workings of the reactive mind – the personal dramas, beliefs, mind talk, childhood reactive patterns, fears – all were exposed. In their place it offered the alternative of a mind responsive rather than reactive, clearing mental debris and allowing for conscious choices.
When I completed that event, it was as though the glue that held my mental constructs had dissolved. Like a marquetry table in the rain, the components of the old pattern came away and were washed off the surface. There was an immense vacant space where the old pattern had been. Slowly new constructs emerged. During that time there was what I have come to call an Opening, not in the Quaker sense, but a conduit through which a stream of writings poured out, without any conscious contribution from me. They simply emerged, complete in themselves, in one sitting at the computer and without edits.
During this period of reconstruction, I had been doing a lot of reading – Alan Watts, Krishnamurti, Castaneda, Buddhist writers, others. (A list of these is appended.) Surely the writings have some echo of these influences, but the mind that I call myself did none of the writings. They poured out from an unknown source, or place, or entity. There are twenty of them and they occurred during a period of six weeks. When the outpouring was complete, it was over, never to be accessed again.
The few to whom I showed the writings were freaked out, or dismissive, or they completely misapprehended what was there. And so I kept them to myself for a long time, many years in fact. My friend Ann recently asked if there were anything in my life that I would do differently, and I came to realize that it has been my calling to share these messages, however belatedly. This is the impetus for this blog, and so I have been transcribing the messages without edits, offering them as the Channeled Writings. Some of them have already been posted. They are entitled Seer, Desire, Importance, and I Am. The remaining sixteen writings will constitute the remainder of the blog for now until they are all posted.
They poured out of the Universe through my fingers and onto the original pages. I have shirked my responsibility to send them onward for far too long. I commit to sending them back out into the Universe. They will appear here as The Channeled Writings. Perhaps someone will see them, and SEE them.
But, it’s not important
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The readings:
Alan Watts
Krishnamurti
T. Suzuki
Carl Jung
Joseph Campbell
Joseph Chilton Pearce
Ram Dass
Fritjof Capra
James Gleick
Nick Herbert
Rumi
Carlos Castaneda
And surely others who I have forgotten
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