Discipline Is The Doorway To The Infinite Self

In my stories the lead character goes through the process of transformation. What they believe their dramatic need to be changes as the story develops. In the end the character is different from the one who starts the story and many times these differences are internal. They are the differences that allow us to enjoy the adventure that is life. I am currently writing a screen play about a young boy who believes that other worlds and dimensions exist. It his dramatic need to prove these worlds exist, even though his parents and friends do not believe him and he has become an outcast, he continues to believe. As he moves through the story the dramatic need changes where he ends up is a far different place than he would have believed. This concept of transformation is what drives all our lives. We have certain dramatic needs that we want from life and they are the basis of what we are and do. Have you ever stopped for a moment and thought about why you are here and why you do and act the way you do? Just like the character in my screenplay I have always believed these other worlds existed and now I spend my life sharing these stories with others.

In the screenplay the entrance to the mirror world is a energy that my old friend Stuart Wilde called the Morph. He described it like misty rain falling. People and objects that go into the morph disappear and then reappear. I have seen the morph on many occasions but as yet I have never stepped into it. Not from fear but because I am not quite ready. In the past it has always moved away from me, but over time it has come closer and closer. When I opened my eyes after a meditation it was directly in front of me. I stretched out my hand only to see the morph collapse in on itself.

If there is one thing that I have learnt on this journey it is that the only way to know these other worlds is through discipline. There are many who take the easy way through drugs, but ultimately these drugs drag them into what some have called the astral worlds. I personally believe that the drugs take them into the shadow self and because they do not have the training or the discipline they ultimately get stuck in these worlds and live a life of hell.

So if you want to experience aspects of your Higher Self or have a window into these other mystical worlds I would suggest that you learn to discipline your mind and body. In today's chapter of the story the young Huo learns that discipline is the doorway to the infinite self. I hope you enjoy.

Discipline Is The Doorway To The Infinite Self


It was just after 4.a.m when the old sage shook the young man awake.
"Huo, after what happened yesterday, I want to change your training. Rather than continue to work on connecting you with your inner self, which seems to be taking on a life if its own, I believe it would be best to work with your physical self. Today, we will begin your lessons in martial arts, as well as in meditation. If your inner life continues to develop at the current rate, it is important that you learn physical and mental discipline to be able cope with the changes."
"Master, how will martial arts help with my inner life?"
"Your inner world expresses itself in your outer world, and unless we discipline your mind, body, and emotional responses, then you will create your outer world based on your childish reactions to what you perceive as external influences. Everything in the outer world is only an expression of what is first created in the inner worlds. As you open yourself up to the inner worlds, you will get messages from your higher self, and if you are not a clear channel, then these messages will be distorted by your ego and emotions. When the  message tells you to go forward, your ego may tell you the opposite. It is only through discipline that we can quiet the ego and clear the subconscious mind of its previous programming.”

The old sage moved into the horse stance, took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. "Now, Huo, I want you to attack."
"But, Master, you have your eyes closed, and you are so old. I am afraid that I will hurt you, as I will be too quick for you."
The old sage smiled; the young man was much like he had been those many years ago.
"Yes, you are probably right, but please do this as a favour to an old man. Attack me."
Huo faltered for a moment, then he moved forward, dancing around the old man, flicking out an odd punch; it was more of a test to see if the old man would respond, rather than trying to hit him.
The old sage never moved.
Huo's confidence began to grow. He decided that he would not hit the old man hard; just a light tap on his head to teach him a lesson and show him how fast he was. Before the fist reached its target, however, Huo could feel himself being thrown in the air. As he struck the ground, feeling every bruise, he replayed in his mind what had happened. His fist was about a hand’s length from the old man when the old sage moved inside the fist, grabbed his arm - and in what seemed like an impossible move, went underneath him and launched him into the air.
"Teach me," was Huo's only reply.
And that was when his Martial Arts training began. Each day, well before sunrise, the nocturnal animals would gather around in a circle to watch the old man and his young apprentice practice, using stances the animals themselves used and working with the energy of the elements to understand how to read your opponent. More importantly, though, Huo learned how to understand and observe himself, ultimately moving to the stage where there was no reaction; for it was in the reaction that the old sage knew that you moved out of the flow.
Month after month, they practiced. First it was Martial Arts, then it was daily meditation, one minute of meditation for each hour of the day. At first the young man could not hold his emotions in check as he reacted to the strikes of the old sage, which always ended up with him getting another bruise or landing on his backside. He was progressing well with the physical aspects of the training, but he could not move beyond his emotions, which was something he would need to do to move on to the deeper aspects of the old sage's teachings.
The old sage was not worried, for "it was what it was; it was neither good nor bad." He knew the young man would move beyond the ego in his own good time. It just meant that he would have to slow down on the inner work.
It was after a particularly bad session when the young man had received far more bruises than normal that the Sage's inner voice suggested they do their daily meditation by a stream that ran a few hundred meters from their camp. As soon as he saw the stream, he understood what his inner voice was trying to tell him. Even after all these years, it was the inner voice from his Higher Self that was always there when needed. The key, as always, was to be open enough to listen.
They sat beside the stream, only this time the old sage asked Huo not to close his eyes, but rather stare into the water and allow it to take him into a meditative state. The young man watched the stream, not quite sure how this was going to help him go into a meditative state. All the same, after a few minutes he found himself very calm, and he released the frustration he had experienced from the early training session where once again the old man had made him look stupid. It no longer mattered, for he began to understand that he was not fighting against his Master, but himself. That one realization released any anger he had stored up in his body, and all at once his body healed itself, the bruises disappearing along with the aches and pains. He even noticed that his paralyzed left arm was now completely free from any pain and that he now had full use of it. He looked to the old sage for an answer, but the old sage had disappeared. Unperturbed, he looked back into the water, for in that moment he knew that it was his teacher that morning.

He watched as the water flowed on by kissing the bank and giving its life force to the plants and animals that lived along the stream. He looked into the middle to see a large rock rising out of the water. The water did not seem to fight against it, but simply flowed around the rock. It did not need to react; it just found another, simpler course. He understood that in time the water would defeat the rock, but it would be done in a calm, balanced way. The water had so much power, yet at the same time it gave life to everything around it. He had never looked at the elements in this way before, but from that moment on he would begin to observe more, for there was far more to this world than he had previously thought possible.

Blessings and Peace and may you become the water and may your essence give life to those around you.

Geof

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The 33rd Sage and the 33rd Sage and the Initiate are available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository, Watersons, Xlibris, a number of online book stores and on my websites.

The Way of the Initiate will be published mid 2013

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Nothing Is Ever Lost - Higher Self 9

Nothing is ever lost that apart from the first draft of my screenplay which refuses to open. I even tried a technique I learned from Uri Geller when my old computer had up the ghost. It was another occasion when I did not have a copy of manuscript I had been working on for months. I had a computer expert look at it and he could do nothing. What did I have to lose. I thought of what Uri had said and I held down the start button and repeated three times, "Work, work, work," and then I released the button. Nothing happened. What did I expect. Then the computer whirred into life and still works to this day some four plus years later.

I even tried it on the screenplay document but I guess spirit wants me to work on other things.

Today's post is that Nothing Is Ever Lost. I am referring to mor esoteric things than my screenplay but even with respect to the screenplay it is also true. Either I will be able to open it or I won't, but the one thing I am sure about is that information in the screenplay came from me so I will be able to find it again and maybe it will be even better this time.

Today let's join Huo on his journey where he learns.......


Nothing Is Ever Lost

"Nothing is ever lost. Everyone who has ever lived and everything they have ever created," said the old sage as he reached out his open right hand, "is there for anyone. All you have to do is open yourself up to the vibration, and you become a channel into the past, present, or future. When you go into your inner self, you connect with everything that has been or will be. All the geniuses or masters are waiting for you to tap into their energy. If you want to be a great artist, all you have to do is imagine in your inner being that you are that great artist, then allow him or her to open up their genius to you.
"When I was studying to be part of the 33 Sages of the White Brotherhood, I would sit for hours and open up myself to the sages who had come before me. I would learn in days what would have normally taken lifetimes to understand."
"Teach me," said the young man, whose mind was already opening itself up to the Cosmic Mind, which held the memory of all things. The young man soon found himself wandering through the hallway of a large castle. At the end of the hallway was a doorway. From beyond the doorway, Huo could see a blinding light forcing its way around the edge of the wooden door. His ego mind was telling him not to go any further. He hesitated for a moment, then continued walking. His ego spoke louder, almost screaming for him to stop. In that moment, he understood what the old sage had taught him about the ego's fear of death. He took a deep breath and stepped through the door and was immediately enveloped by the light and transported to another time and place.
Once Huo's eyes became accustomed to the light, he was aware that he was surrounded by thousands of people, many of whom who looked exactly like him. One young man came towards him. At first he pulled back, for a moment not realizing that it was another part of him from another dimension. The shock sucked him out of his body and back into the present, where he was sitting by the fire with the old sage.
At first he could say nothing, for he was truly in shock; a part of him now existed in the other world, and he could feel it pulling on his being. He was no longer sure what was real. Until a few minutes ago, he believed the world he lived in was reality, but now he was no longer sure. He had been to a world where there were thousands of beings just like him. In his feeling self, he knew they had all come from different dimensions and worlds to meet together in the world that existed beyond the doorway. Would he be able to go back there? Did he want to go back? For that matter, did he have a choice? For he felt like there was a part of him that now existed totally in that other world, and he was not sure whether or not he needed to go back and retrieve it or if that was the way it was meant to be. Was he, in fact, drawing from his other selves all the time, or maybe it was a way for him to experience other worlds and other parts of his eternal self?
He looked across at the old sage, who was quickly making a pot of herbal tea. He had never seen the old sage rush with anything. Huo sat there, experiencing his own infiniteness. He no longer felt shock; no, now what he was feeling was a sense of calm, but beneath the calm was another feeling: it was the sense of wonder. No longer could he look at anything the same way again. He picked up a beetle that was scurrying beneath his feet. The beetle stopped scurrying and looked into the young man's eyes, and for a moment they shared a piece of each other.
The old sage had never seen anything like it. He quickly poured the cup of herbal tea in the hopes that the events of the past few minutes would not make the young man mad; it was more than anyone could stand without years of meditation and discipline. He need not have worried, though; by the time he offered the tea to the young man, he was calm and serene. In fact, he was more than that. The old sage watched as the young man connected with the beetle in a way that he would not have thought possible, standing in awe as the beetle and the young man became one. It was not in a philosophical sense, though, for they had truly become one; the aura of the young man and the beetle had entwined, and now each one’s individual energy and memories were now available to the other. The old sage was not sure, however, how the beetle would cope with the memories and teachings the young man had given him, for he was no longer sure who was actually the teacher. The old sage was trying to teach the young man that he could draw from the teachings of the masters in previous times, but the young man had gone beyond that and was now showing the old sage that he could learn from his infinite selves, and even from the insects of the Earth. He knew the young man was special when he had seen him in his dreams those many years ago, but now he was beginning to see how truly special he was.
It was now important for him to speed up the teaching he was giving the young man, as he was growing far quicker than he would have ever thought possible - which in itself was a wonderful thing, but it also had its downside. Did the young man have the mental capacity to cope with what was occurring?

Blessings and Peace and may you connect with the other parts of your self.
And me with my screenplay.

Geof

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The 33rd Sage and the 33rd Sage and the Initiate are available at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Book Depository, Watersons, Xlibris, a number of online book stores and on my websites.

The Way of the Initiate will be published mid 2013

Twitter @GeofSpalding
Official Author Blog - the33rdsage.authorsxpress.com/
Translatable Author Blog - 33rdsage.blogspot.com.au/
Book Websites 'The 33rd Sage,' at www.33rdsage.com
'The 33rd Sage and the Initiate,' at www.the33rdsage.com