Ego, Judgment & Boundaries

“You call it enlightenment; we call it temporary.” – Abraham

One of my favourite Abraham-Hicks quotes, if I had to choose. For those who don’t know, Abraham is a collective consciousness of “imaginary” friends received (or channeled) by Esther Hicks since the mid-eighties. I believe in imaginary friends, but in this definition, there’s no room for playing pretend.

Recently I spent an afternoon with a homeopath, who, before ending the session, asked me what my favourite mythical characters are. I was stumped. “Jesus,” I responded, then walked over to the closet filled with my Doreen Virtue books and pulled out Archangels & Ascended Masters. I opened the book and began scanning through it. “Buddha, Quan Yin, Lakshmi.”

No, no, no. He meant mermaids, unicorns and fairies. Oh yeah, I said, I believe in those, too.

“I’m totally a mermaid.”

Even more recently I met a woman named Tammi who told me that she is a dragon in Chinese astrology. Before we started chatting, though, I was miffed about some guy with PTSD projecting his bad energy onto me at the buffet at Lotus Pond. He confused my high-flying energy with feeling hurried, so after fighting the burn I let myself have a little fit in my head about him being wrong.

When I sat down I noticed this woman smoking weed on a bench nearby. It smelled good, and I really wanted to run home and smoke weed. Then Tammi disappeared while I ate my lunch, and returned as I was leaving.

“All finished eating your lunch?” she asked.

“Yep!” I responded. “Hey,” I continued, “was that you smoking weed?”

“Oh, probably,” she answered.

Then we talked about dragons.

“I believe in dragons,” I said.

“Me too,” she said.

“Dragons are misunderstood,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

We introduced ourselves, then Tammi told me that I could find her in Centennial Square and smoke pot with her any day.

I walked away from the interaction with Tammi feeling less misunderstood.

Indigos, if you’re not aware, function optimally with understanding and compassion from our loved ones and peers. Without these qualities (or bhavas), Indigos can bounce between indignation and belligerence, and even violence. Interestingly enough, I’m born on the Capricorn-Aquarius cusp—the most violent cusp of the zodiac year, the Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp being the most volatile. Although I no longer act out violently in my thirties, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have violent thought inclinations.

Let’s start with the concept of ego. I’ve learned from Abraham that ego is the focusing mechanism. In any given moment you have the opportunity to focus positively or negatively. You can feel good, or you can feel (for lack of a better word) bad. Everyone has an ego along with the ability to make choices, even the fairies or nature angels, which would explain their mischievous natures. Apparently these devas, as they are known to the yogis, haunt the dreams of humans who willfully and ignorantly devastate the environment. How awesome is that?

From my understanding, our egos are more naturally positively focused when these bodies expire and our imaginary selves ascend back to the astral plane of existence. However, we still have egos, or, focusing mechanisms and free will. It’s said that benevolent angels don’t have egos, but then that wouldn’t make sense because they’d have to focus on helping us. The documentary Kymatica describes angels and archangels the most satisfactorily for me. Archangels and their subsidiaries the angels exist dimensionally, on higher dimensions than us in both physical and astral realms. Think of me as a journalist patching together information. I don’t personally consider archangels and angels religious, but rather nondenominational and omnipresent. They can help everyone who calls upon them simultaneously. I’m starting to think of the name Archangel Michael, for example, as a code that calls in protection. This code blinks royal blue lights at me. Archangel Raphael, in that vein, a code for healing. Archangel Zadkiel the code for memory; Archangel Uriel the code for communication; Archangel Gabriel the code for communication; Archangel Raguel the code for harmony and the resolution of conflict; Archangel Jophiel the code for beauty and beautification; Archangel Sandalphon the code for peace; Archangel Metatron the code for balance, and so on and so on.

Angels, from my understanding, don’t judge us. I’m currently uneducated about fallen angels, and therefore must decline commenting on that particular subject. Our guardian angels might laugh at us, or ahem, with us, but they love us unconditionally like our inner beings and the angels do. When I mention Source, I’m referring to spirit or what hermeticism would call The All. Admittedly I don’t fully comprehend how the universe or existence works, but I’m sorting my way through it, too.

When talking about judgment, it’s important to note the difference between judgment and discernment. Getting back to the focusing mechanism for a moment (that is, ego) … whether positive or negative, we are always making judgments. That’s what sifting and sorting through the contrast is; we’re identifying our preferences. Our expansion is born out of these preferences. Carl Jung spoke of preferences. In any given moment, we can focus on what we want, or we can focus on what we don’t want. From what we don’t want, we can know what we do want—we can be more discerning. And from the standpoint of creation and your thoughts creating your reality, there you go. Turns out the vast majority of well-intentioned humans are shooting us all in the collective foot. That goes for yours truly—when my j’ego is negatively focused. Judgment says you and what you’re doing is wrong, while discernment focuses on what it wants: usually peace.

Now, let’s now consider authenticity versus being real. Authenticity, according to Abraham, means you at your best, whereas being real means you being you (no facades) at your worst or your best.

And finally let’s discuss the fine line between professionalism and boundaries. Basically I’m wrapping this up on a complicated note. A cliffhanger, if you will.

I’m not entirely sure how it went, but when Wayne Dyer joined Hay House, he said something like: the only rule is there are no rules. Father of Taoism Lao Tzu, in his great masterpiece the Tao Te Ching, said something like: the more rules you make, the more rule breakers you create. Sounds like Aquarius.

Remember here what Yogi Bhajan said: “Piscean values work from the ego, creating boundaries. Aquarian values have no boundaries; they are infinite.”

Within the context of butterfly transformation, imaginal cells contend that the old coexists with the new for a while—but eventually the imaginal cells of change will eat the haphazard caterpillar cells up. Basically, it’s a mine field (or mind field) out there, whichever way you choose to look at it.

Exorcising the Demons

“Learn the history. Without that, you can’t navigate anything in this world.” – Caroline Myss

Free range creativity energizes me, whereas investigative journalism tends to tax my nerves. When you have a myriad of bodily conditions to improve, the last thing you want to do is drain your reserves—for free.

Now of course investigative journalism is admirable work. I can’t help but think of Lynne McTaggart and her book The Baby Brokers. She went undercover to write that book about rich asshole lawyers selling babies for premium prices. Speaking of assholes, I’ve recently read Doreen and her son Grant Virtue’s book Angel Words. For a while now I’ve been keenly aware that not only the thoughts I think, but also the words I speak and the stories I tell, create my reality. Still, being raised among rednecks (probably for at least a couple lifetimes now), certainly pays its respects on my tongue. Asshole, admittedly, is one of my ego’s favourite words.

Calling white people assholes, it dawned on me, creates more white people assholes.

Words, you see, vibrate. The third dimension (time-space-reality as we know it), vibrates at a lower density than higher dimensions. Mermaids and unicorns, although seemingly extinct from our Earth plane, are said to exist in the seventh dimension. The inner Earth beings, descendants of the Annunaki, are also said to exist in a higher dimension. Yes, mounting corroborating evidence suggests that sentient beings—who are said to be experts at creating tunnel systems within planets—live under our crust. Truthfully, we may all be descendants of Annunaki.

Aliens and Big Foot. And here I thought I was a mere Heinz-57. I’m honestly relieved that I’m neither alien nor homo erectus specifically, and I’d like to think that I descend from the Sumerian lineage of benevolence. It would make sense considering I’m into astrology and the Sumerians apparently introduced tracking of the stars to… humanity.

I’d also like to think that the yogis have a word for asshole: asura. The word loosely translates to demon. Let’s think of demons as low density thought forms, and from now on let’s do our best to call assholes asuras.

So now we’re calling white people demons. I think we’re getting somewhere. Bear with me. This could be fun.

Backtracking to when aliens (the Annunaki) crossbred with, not apes, but homo erectus. Big Foot. Let’s say that the resulting offspring branched into two distinct civilizations: the Sumerians and the Assyrians. Now I could be wrong. I’m simply having a theory.

We’ve already established that the Sumerians were a benevolent race of beings, but what about the Assyrians? Do a little research and you’ll learn that the Assyrians had a penchant for demolishing themselves during the Mesopotamian era. Kind of like Big Oil. In fact, I can’t help but draw the parallel. And, the root word of “Assyrian” happens to be one of my ego’s favourite words.

Thanks to Carl Sagan and Neil deGrasse Tyson, we know that the leaded gasoline fiasco in the United States was the first in recent recorded history of Big Oil using science to cloak corruption (we’ll talk about Atlantis another day). But too many people are watching reality television to care, like we’re not a reality show for aliens. Which begs the question—who is jerking off on us? Are white people the easiest of humans to manipulate, or are we the least discerning?

“Corruption” according to the Virtues in their book Angel Words, by the way, is a low vibrating word. Not surprisingly, “politics” and “politician” also vibrate at low frequencies.

Funny how white people pretend that planet Earth spermia hasn’t been happening for centuries. With Saturn in Sagittarius, however, borders around the globe will cross populate, yet I can hear the rednecks in all their defensive glory whining at me to address the Middle East—and China.

China is named after Qin Shi Huang (formerly Ying Zheng), who inherited the Qin State at age 13. During the Warring States Period and with the unification of China, Qin Shi Huang proclaimed himself emperor and allowed a mounting fear of death to underpin all of his policies and commands. He’s perhaps best known for the Great Wall of China and his Terracotta Army, but during his reign he also burned books and ordered a mass execution of scholars for daring to disagree. The only approved school of thought was legalism: follow the emperor’s rules or else.

For anyone who would like to study the yin to this yang, consider the life of the current Dalai Lama.

Qin Shi Huang’s reign would have coincided with the dawn of the Piscean Age, whereas the Dalai Lama’s reign coincides with the dawn of the Aquarian Age.

Yogi Bhajan, who introduced Kundalini Yoga to the United States, lectured widely about the coming Age of Aquarius.

“In this time Piscean values are giving way to Aquarian values,” he said. “The difference between the two is very simple. Piscean values work from the ego, creating boundaries. Aquarian values have no boundaries; they are infinite. Aquarian consciousness takes you inside your soul, so that you can relate to the soul in all.” (From the Aquarian Times, Spring 2003.)

The Five Sutras of the Aquarian Age by Yogi Bhajan are as follows:

  1. Recognize that the other person is you.
  2. There is a way through every block.
  3. When the time is on you, start, and the pressure will be off.
  4. Understand through compassion or you will misunderstand the times.
  5. Vibrate the cosmos, and the cosmos shall clear the path.

In sweet 2016, I recall reading a post on social media from a white man one year younger than me who declared that indigenous people at Standing Rock deserve to die for blocking the interests of Big Oil. That man has fucking children. The difference between defending the Earth and her people (that goes for you, descendants of Assyrians) and dirty money is glaring.

Without compassion, however, I misunderstand the times.

The first rule of investigative journalism, you ask? Follow the money. Big Oil shut Nikola Tesla down at the turn of the twentieth century. Thanks to the twenty-year efforts of Clair Patterson during the last century, Big Oil is no longer poisoning American citizens with leaded gasoline. I’m not overly enthusiastic about psychoanalyzing China any further, but white people Canadians were dumb enough to place a head tax on Chinese immigrants fleeing to Canada in the late eighteen hundreds. It could be argued that Chinese loyalty oddly resembles redneck loyalty: we can treat our own like shit, but you can’t. Interestingly enough, white people Canadians seem to be more concerned with redressing the Chinese head tax than redressing the cultural genocide and residential school horrors we inflicted upon our own First Nations.

What about the Middle East? Where do you think the Annunaki landed some three hundred thousand years ago? Modern day Iraq. They likely introduced colonization mentality to the planet.

The Dalai Lama says that if every child in the world meditated for an hour every week on compassion, we could eliminate all violence on the planet in one generation.

Can we do it, white people—can we shake the demons?