Monthly Archives: January 2013
Monthly Archives: January 2013
Most days I except that we are all a just at different stages of awareness in our growth and that we are all on our own journey to personal truth , thus I mostly feel loving an excepting of people , today I am feeling particularly frustrated and inpatient with the human virus.
There are fucking six billion of us running around with unlimited internal and external potential . Twenty eight thousand children died today from hunger while you are proudly the billionth person on the planet to post or discuss gangam style !!! Millions of people are filling up our prisons in a structure that is impossible to survive in , physical and mental and spiritual health of the human being is in a sick state as we tear ourselves from the inside , but you are proudly one of 1.2 billion people who watched the last Lady Gaga video .
I magine if we pooled ourselves with something that matters!
Every single revolution , breakthrough and piece of groundbreaking information needed to change the destiny of this planet is available to us , yet you click share on another part of popular culture ( popular =ignorant ) and those few of you that have the guts to share something powerful or uplifting still feel worried that people might tag them for giving a shit .
Wake up people …
While you are obsessing with your differences , you are constantly labeling and dividing every fucking thing you can get your hands on , you tear us more and more from the outside , you box and label everything from your football team to your religion that just constantly hammers the illusion of separateness and us vs them . And while you stuff your face laughing at television shows that dull you down and blank out the screen of your robotic existence, you express your opinions which are given to you and you defend the beliefs that are the problem in the first place , you fall deeper and deeper asleep . Its time to start to wake up , its time to stop playing the game and step of the board .
Fact 1 There are two realities * The world you see with your eyes open,the physical world and the laws that govern them ( Nature , sociology , politics and money ect)
* The world that begins when you close your eyes , the internal reality ( Emotion, thought , spirituality, meaning ect )
Fact 2 The internal and external make a whole reality , one can no more deny the existence of the one than the other . Which makes it rather amusing that most people only focus on one , I would like to point out here that physical people focused in the world and popular culture have almost no understanding or grasp on the internal realities or beyond physical , but even more amusing is the spiritual or internally focused people have absolutely no grasp of the state of the physical world … how is been supposedly spiritual any better if you denounce the responsibility before you . Its as tho we either choose one or the other , its insane! We exist in both realities for a reason … we must balance our study and attention to both !
Fact 3 Both of these realities are 100 fucking percent dictated by your beliefs . It is scientifically proven that your belief system not only effects the true nature of all things , but depicts it entirely …. No that was not a mistake , even your physical reality only exist in the nature it does ,because of your beliefs ( any idiot who can read and see further than his face will see that all of science is now aware that all particles are effected by the mere act of observation) We are the observer who constructs all things through our observation of matter ( internal and external ) The only thing that can effect the mere act of observation is a change in the awareness of the observor , or a change in what he believes .
Fact 4 If our belief systems create every part of reality ( internal and external ) then the most inportant thing that humanity can do is to each examine their belief structures .
Opinion : Surely if our beliefs ( internal and external realities ) are the problem … and I shit you not there is a very very serious problem , the bravest thing a person can do is go to each reality , throw cation to the wind ,cut the bullshit ( there is no time for slow safe realization ) and dive right into the cutting edge of where man is in his realizations, go balls to the wall , push way past his comfort level and question what is !
If you just have the balls to let go of every stupid little thing that you cling to as your truth and reality, if you have the guts to just drop your gaurd and stop being safe . Dive into the most powerful material possible for a new external and internal belief structure ,it wont just rock your world it will rock ours !!
I gave some thought to which material to suggest as in truth there is so much out there that is leading us to our first signs of free will . For external world studies I dare you , I fucking double dare you , to sit and watch Xeitgeist Addendum and then Zeitgeist moving forward , follow the work of Peter wolf and Jacque Fresco on the internet ( The venus project and a resource based economy )
Then for the study of the internal world I chose Dalores Cannon and the books of ” The convoluted universe ” 1,2 and 3. They will give you such a kick up the backside , you will suddenly realize your supposedly up to date understanding is a dinosaur .
I cannot describe how differently you will percieve the world if you study these cutting edge works of the eternal search for a higher truth ( Internal and external )
I would like to point out that anybody who truly searchers for personal truth will know that none of these things are the whole truth,there is so much else out there , I merely chose these bodies of work , because if you have the guts ( 1 in a thousand will ) to finish her books and to study those gentlemans work, you would have faced the deepest recesses of your belief system . Think about it if you walk away with the exact same perspective or learn nothing , then you truly are not part of the problem and I salute you .
I am humbly learning each day , I crave to have more people on the fearless pusuit of personal truth , its so exciting , its a high that never leaves and knows no fear ,only love . And the more I understand and learn the more complete and in awe I feel.
Until you face the very fabric of what it is that makes up these realities you can never make a difference . Are you gonna be the person , who thinks they save the planet because they recycle and go vegetarian , are you gonna be the man who feels better about himself because he gives to the poor . Or are you the man /woman that realizes that this is just moving around pieces in game , you have to begin to question the game ( specially considering that you are the one who enforces it )
I am Nathan Raaths and I have woken up to how ignorant I am , I am proud of the awareness . I am tired of moving objects around on a board game that is the problem in the first place . I am starting to make a difference by simply questioning the game itself . Copy and paste this if you are tired of ripples and you wanna make some waves , of course you could always just laugh at me , close this and go see what else popular culture has for you , Lady Gaga needs you .
I have an incredibly strong feeling inside of me. It’s the hardest feeling in the world to describe, and what’s even more confusing is that my instinct screams at me to attempt to share it with the world. So I pick up my pencil late one night and try.
It’s an intense emotion that makes you feel sad waves that bring fresh warm tears, strangely though, it is a happy feeling. Happy because it is such a pure emotion, it washes through my scarred soul, like the quicksilver of love slowly spreading through my veins. It gently begins to mend the cuts and scars that have been there longer than I care to remember. It feels like all emotions have been unreal until this one. It’s a feeling of a peaceful understanding, I feel like I have woken up in the middle of a very difficult dream. I suddenly see the infinite, perfect beauty of an artistic tapestry beyond our everyday scope!
I have woken up in the middle of the dream and all I can do is stand here on the proverbial sidewalk of my life’s road. Standing like a statue amongst the moving throngs of people pushing past me. People seem focused on the reality before them, living the dream to their fullest capacity, each writing their own script. I only hear whispers of their stories as they rush past, these soon fade into the background of everything as they dissolve into the fog.
And as I stand, the tears run, they wash down my dust stained face and slowly seep over my smiling lips. I rub my head with my hands, half-crying, half-laughing. It’s as though my heart has just begun to work and it is experiencing true love for the first time, the only emotion that exists in eternity and beyond our dreams.
The sheer enormity of the realization of perfection in action is so daunting, so beautiful, that I am scared to move. I am scared I will lose this clarity, lose my footing and be swept up in the crowd, soon forgetting the masterful overview of the picture.
I feel the tears dripping off my chin now as they fall to meet the Mother beneath my feet. I cry deeply yet happily as I truly let go for the first time!
I begin to realize how much hurt and pain lies deep within me, begging to be acknowledged, wanting to be let into the releasing light of awareness and recognition, and more importantly to transcend into acceptance. I realise how much pain I have carried from so many lifetimes, so many stories I have been part of.
As my life stands briefly on pause I awaken to a moment of sheer bliss. With it, comes the realization that this will eventually be something I look back on one day, beyond the mortal veil. Something I look back upon as the greatest experience of my endless existence. Like that summer of your youth that seems so perfect in hindsight. The friends and first loves, the pain and the lessons. That summer you catch yourself pining over, the summer you long to repeat again to experience those firsts one more time. “If only I knew then what I do now… “, you think to yourself, “I would have stopped and breathed, gratefully taking it all in.”
Before me the people, objects and places that surround me begin to arrange themselves, they all seem to be flying around madly with apparent formless chaos. No sooner had they begun then a pattern begun to appear, a pattern started to develop like jumbled pixels on a television screen. They slowly started to come into focus. I almost lean forward in anticipation as the image slowly unfolds before me. I realize I am looking at a mirror image of myself, exactly the same and yet so different. I see myself objectively for the first time, as I reach out and wipe away some of the tears off my double’s face. I smile through the deep beautiful pain (that I somehow now know is more sacred than gold, as it transforms into the butterfly within me.)
I realize how beautiful I am for the first time. Slowly the illusions of many mistaken and fear inducing man-made beliefs begin to melt off me like an ice formation seeing its first spring sun. All Judgement and perception of wrong and right, of good and bad slowly melt and fall off me like unwanted baggage. My heart thaws as I take my first breath as a free man, my partner nods approvingly as he steps towards me and dissolves onto me, oh sweet merge of mine! All I see before me now are a thousand different ways I have taught myself that all there is, is Love!
I feel like the innocent sensitive child I once was, even more filled with bewilderment as the story of love never seems to stop growing. I open my eyes and I can perceive no wrong in his actions or those around me. I now see only a magnificently written play, casting and starring you as the lead and co-starring thousands of people and a million moments that all exist to bring this one magnificent rapture into existence … the moment that my understanding of love breathes deeply, expanding and growing until it settles into its new perspective. The moment of growth is felt through the universe as it echoes through eternity.
As the last of the hard judgemental and opinionated ice thaws and slides off my tear stained face, crashing towards Mother as an offering for recycling in her next great set design, I begin to laugh as I suddenly realize that my darkest hours where my finest moments.
Every thought and event that I ever wanted to sweep under the carpet, judge and categorise, seem so damn perfect in hindsight, they were the true twist in the perfect plot that would lead me back to the only truth that can ever be found, that the only permanent reality is Love … “Surely an Oscar winning performance?”, I playfully gesture to the heavens in question.
The sheer perfection of how I had written the script on Mother’s stage dawned on me further. How I had slowly pushed myself to my own personal birth of truth, of understanding a new purity of Love.
How far down the rabbit hole could we go? I wondered how many magnificent times and places I had delved into to reach and explore the endless sea of Source Love that embraced me now. No sooner had I asked the question, through an explosion of consciousness, I became aware of every part of myself, spread across space and time. All aspects of myself stopped and acknowledged each other in a single moment, the only moment there is, the eternal now. The moment was brief, but lasted for ever. We sealed it with a knowing smile before our unity begun to slip away from us and we found ourselves with our limited perspectives once more (somehow less lonely though).
I once again experienced myself as separate to other things, but I kept the secret smiling deep in my ancient heart.
I realize that we create a physical reality out of the endless sea of consciousness that is us, a reality where we can perceive a start and a finish and perceive duality… the perfect growing environment to cultivate experiential growth. There is no time or space in the divine quantum matrix. In those moments we realise we always end where we started, we just know this place better each time.
Our higher selves never went anywhere at all. We were always just love in the endless stream of consciousness trying to perceive itself through new eyes. We are assimilations of our own experiences. Many heads on one self-actualising yet perfect creature observing itself from countless angles. Slowly weaving yet another thread of perfection, a new shade of Love, into the ultimate tapestry of the Divine matrix.
Who knew where I would pop up next? After this place who knows what magnificent seeds of Love we will sow, grow and reap!
My name is Nathan Raaths. I have walked among giants and cowered with thieves. I have swam through darkness and addiction, I have battled great foes, outwards and within. I have climbed mountains soaring with elation and I to have survived nights so dark my own soul’s flame flickered threatening to go out. I have been the knight in shining armour and a dark villain to match. I have fulfilled my roles as the victim, the saviour and even the perpetrator. I have played my role in your script as have you in mine. I have loved and been loved, lost and been lost! I have screamed and cried, I have suffered; I have laughed, lived and risen again.
I have stood on each square of this mighty board, experienced the enormity of what we are from every angle, and stand now silently understanding how it all equates to a perfect formula of unconditional Love.
I am Nathan Raaths (this part of me anyway) and every perfect moment, decision and event has brought me to this place. I only perceive past because I am trying to understand what it is that makes me exactly who I am, I only perceive future because I want to be anything other than what I already am.
In the Highest reality
I Simply Am
My slow journey to personal truth and self-realisation is so incredibly unique it can be shared by no other. Just as it is, with yours. There is no value in us walking the same realization path of understanding. We must forge many paths through the endless jungles of our own cosmic minds.
I recognise I am on my knees now filled with gratitude for this realisation!
It’s then that I caught my first glimpse of you, seated beneath the tree in the park trying to get the needle into your shaking arm. You were beautiful and perfect beyond words. My soul bowed down to you saluting your process. Not for a second did I think I needed to share my truth, although I am sure I would help you find your own along the way. I had no doubt you had your own magnificent script in action … as your eyes glazed over and the saliva escaped your gaping mouth I stood in awe of you.
I am honoured to watch you become self-realized, I have no opinion of the path you have chosen, and the destruction you need to go through to get there.
I will watch you reach your perfect moment my friend, and I could not possibly be so stupid as to judge how it is you decide to teach yourself about a deeper love, I salute your mastery. Until then my arms are open and my heart gaping wide with perfect acceptance.
I am bursting to explore the infinite types of Love in existence as each new discovery becomes part of the true me. And so it was that I was able to wait no more, I sat down to mastermind my new script, and so it began…
“I knew I was done with this realm. I remember vaguely feeling my body collapsing beneath me.
The child was born on a cold wet day watched only by a bemused ally cat. He came onto the red planet screaming and upset, shielded only from the cold by dumpster 249, a small shiny blanket held up by his mother’s weary arms, and lastly by the few rays that broke through the dark sky from the three purple suns!
The mother looked gently down at him and began to cry when she saw an eternity of innocence escaping his eyes.”