Archive for October, 2009

Pity the Poor Ghosts

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

“From ghoulies and ghosties, and long leggedy beasties, good Lord deliver us.”

Some claim the old saying was Scottish, others it was Cornish—but who cares? Halloween is gaining ground as an annual festival. In Latin America there is a celebration of the Day of the Dead. In the Catholic tradition the festival is of All Saints Day, followed by All Souls Day, but historians trace its origins back to a Celtic celebration of the end of Summer—using bonfires to ward off evil spirits. In Britain, Australia, and New Zealand, the fire festival became more linked to the flames and rockets of the once-Protestant celebration of Guy Fawkes’ Night.

Today’s Halloween festival, especially in the northern hemisphere, has become wholly commercialized with little lights on houses, garden decorations, and fancy garb. For children there is touring neighbors’ houses to play trick-or-treat on them, and for adults there’s celebrating in costume parties with an excuse to drink something black—or blood red, to match the costume you’re wearing.

The festival is now commercially supported: by farmers selling pumpkins and the last fruits of autumn, by makers of fancy costumes, by chocolate manufacturers, and by anyone who can get into the act to encourage the public’s buying habits in the frenetic run-up to Christmas, the Pavlovian music of which is already to be heard in some stores.

Friends tell me Halloween is their favorite festival, because it is full of good humor and neat ideas. Christmas is full of compulsion to send cards, give presents, visit family, attend annual office parties, and so on. New Year’s night is for sexy young adults getting tight in the middle of the night. But beloved Halloween is when you may hear giggles of children’s laughter and open the door to hand out small chocolate bars to wide-eyed tots dressed up as witches, ghosts, goblins, and little Frankenstein—however did he get included?

WODEN SAYS: I’ll be dishing out the treats this year as Mrs. Woden (a goddess in her own right) is off working somewhere. Hopefully we will overstock the sweets so I can put on a little weight eating up what is left. Woden truly is a weighty deity.

In our increasingly secular world it is easy to make a mess of All Souls Day, ghosts, witches, and the like. Halloween is an entry point for children into the world of adult fear: fear of ghosts, fear of the paranormal, and especially, fear of death. And our society is truly afraid of death. Compared with the Middle Ages, we’re less fearful of hell (which was why we used to burn witches) and more fearful of total extinction (which is why our bookshops today reflect the pitched battle between the forces of God and the forces of atheism).

We need to bring a little light to this celebration. Human beings really need to understand what happens to the soul at death. Souls are destined to transition Home at death. That’s the norm and most souls do just that, especially if they’ve had a few lifetimes already and know the drill. Each soul, when it incarnates here on planet Earth (or other planets used for soul training), leaves a portion of its energetic self as an anchor and as a conduit for Source energy to flow. So the homeward pull is built into the system. But instant recall to the realms of light does not always happen and souls stay around for a while. Why?

There are no accidents. Souls get confused as they approach death. Some confusion is physical and some concerns the nature of death itself; some is linked with religious teaching on divine punishment for sin; some is anger related to the cause of their death; much is related to an unresolved fear of dying. There are many variations—involving the desire to control others or to get revenge.

When souls are lost in this way, the memory of how to return Home is self-obliterated for a while. This memory will eventually return, usually stimulated by the persistent whisper of friendly spiritual guides. Until that happens, the soul remains body-less (discarnate) in the energetic interface between the heavy energy band of planet Earth (the third dimension), and the lighter fifth dimension of the Other Side, which is Home to us all.

In this discarnate state the soul may take on the semi-human appearance that we associate with ghosts, or may, unseen, play energetic tricks on people (as poltergeists), or may even seek to occupy the body space of a living person. Lost souls may amuse themselves with malicious tricks or black magic, but in the main, discarnates are just lost with nowhere to go and nothing to do. It should not surprise us that this is so—the Earth is full of people without purpose in life. We call them “couch potatoes.”

In the end? The control freaks discover they cannot control the living; the lost do find a purpose; the malicious finally get bored; those who imagine themselves in hell see the Light. Then the normal working of the universe operates—like the Prodigal Son they come to their senses and go Home. The soul is a fragment of the Source of life: You cannot trap or kill the soul.

Birdmen and Drones

Wednesday, October 21st, 2009

“If man were meant to fly,” runs the old adage, “he would have been given wings.”  Today, where evolution has failed to assist us, we have turned instead to making lightweight plastic garments with webs between legs and arms.  Some of the most intrepid members of the human race have zipped themselves into these birdman suits and have jumped off Norwegian cliffs a gazillion meters high to fly. Just for fun.

Risking certain death, the birdmen plunge headlong downward until the large pockets of their suits fill with air, then they glide more slowly down, out, and away from the cliff face, floating over the ground a long, long way beneath them. They glide forward two meters for every one meter they fall, giving them the feeling of real flight as they progress at speeds over 100 miles per hour. Then, when the danger of crashing is imminent, they pull a ripcord and are taken gently down by parachute the rest of the way. Of course, some birdmen have died.

Contrast that adventurous, highly risky scene with the pilot of a remotely controlled aircraft, often referred to as a drone. The military-speak is “UAV,” which is short for Unmanned Aerial Vehicle. No intrepid birdman he (or, perhaps, she).  The pilot leaves the comfort of home near the Air Force base in America, drives his car to work, and, no doubt , gets himself a cup of coffee before sitting down at a desk and taking over the remote controls of a UAV aircraft already in flight thousands of miles away.

The plane may be scheduled to do reconnaissance work somewhere over Iraq, or to blast the living daylights out of al-Qaeda or the Taliban, holed up in the foothills of northern Pakistan. No doubt this serene pilot can manage a break for lunch and will eventually quietly hand over the joystick to a night-shift colleague and return home just in time for the evening news and supper before going out bowling with his wife and kids.

The disconnect is palpable. Whereas the birdmen have only the brief space of a few heady minutes to fly like birds, the British-made QinetiQ Zephyr solar electric reconnaissance drone can stay aloft for 82 hours and 37 minutes. Even the MQ-1 Predator, made in the USA for $5 million, armed to the teeth with 2 AGM-114 Hellfire missiles, can fly aloft without refueling for over 40 hours. No wonder it looks likely that in future the Pentagon will be ordering more UAV drones than manned aircraft.

WODEN SAYS: There is no real connection between birdmen and drones and none is intended, but the disconnect is amazing and speaks to our condition.

A couple of years ago when I was having a little channeled chat with the soul of Winston Churchill*, he made an interesting point. I asked him: “Do you feel that we don’t have as much adventure now as you did?” He replied: “There are not the opportunities that I had—there are no Calgaries. Those days we went on fox hunts. They even forbid that now! Where’s the sound of the trumpet and the hammer of hooves across the moor? That’s all gone…”  The old adventurer mourned the loss of tangible excitement in human life.

We live in a sanitized world. CDs and iPods bring music into our ears in a steady stream. News is given us in “shows” laced with “human interest stories.” Watching games on the telly, putting messages on Facebook, and buying an occasional lottery ticket is our idea of adventure. War is now so clinical that, as we “take out” the enemy with helicopters and drones, it seems positively uncouth to find the roads of Iraq and Afghanistan littered with intemperate IEDs awaiting the vehicles of the occupying powers to run over and set ablaze, killing and maiming their occupants.

We seem these days to be caught in high-tech traps of our own making. Those hand-held mobile phones seemed like a good idea until they were found to be a source of death on the roads. Now add texting and twittering to that original driving distraction and we all are in very present danger. Then, of course, there are the largely unheeded reports of dangerous radiation from the radio waves that make cell phones work. Oh dear! Not another thing to give up in addition to cancerous cigarettes and polluted food! Even our clinical warfare has let us down. It is all so intense that hardly anyone comes home from the battlefield without suffering to some extent from PTSD for life.

In today’s world, ordinary pursuits have become so lethal that it is difficult to criticize the birdmen for the risks they run. War is so awful that it is hard for us not to call “sissy” the desk-bound pilots flying UAVs five thousand computerized miles away. And all the while, poor old polluted Mother Earth gets hotter and wetter, and we suffer an increasing number of seismic disasters—earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions—while the weather is more and more unpredictable. Yet we still don’t understand the message that every little bird tells us: We get the world we deserve.

(*Winston Churchill’s interview is in Talking with Leaders of the Past, or a single-chapter download. Both from  www.celestialvoicesinc.com.)

Raffles

Wednesday, October 14th, 2009

An exhibition was held recently at the Singapore Marriott Hotel of the rare memorabilia collection of Singapore’s founder, Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles, purchased at the cost of US$1.2m by a private buyer. The 70-item collection has been acclaimed as the best so far recalling the former British administrator, who lived from 1781 until his sudden death in London on 5 July 1826, one day before his forty-fifth birthday.

The Straits Times lists books, personal artifacts, a lock of Raffles’ hair, and private letters in one of which he described his second wife as “ugly.” His first wife, Olivia Devenish, a widow ten years his senior, had been his true love. After her death he had married Sophia Hull who bore him five children, all but one of whom died in Sumatra before the family returned to England. Her surviving child died on the eve of her marriage and 19th birthday. Raffles died after only nine years of marriage to the courageous Sophia, who surely does not deserve to be remembered as ugly.

Raffles worked at first for the British East India Company in Penang as an assistant to the island’s governor. Rising through the ranks, he beat the Dutch and French forces and worked to secure the island of Java for Britain, becoming its lieutenant governor. He was knighted and sent to Bencoolen, Sumatra, and from that base he developed a small settlement on the island of Singapura (Lion City), then also known as Temasek (Sea Town), under the protection of a small British military force.

Despite his father’s having been personally involved in the Caribbean slave trade, Raffles, as the island’s administrator, humanely suppressed slavery during his time. After his death, the vicar of  St. Mary’s church in Hendon, whose family had benefitted from the slave trade,  refused the family’s request for his burial to be made inside the church as his rank and connection with the parish might have merited.

WODEN SAYS:  Come on, chaps, let’s all pop over to the posh old Raffles Hotel and down a Singapore Sling or two in honor of Sir Stamford. Or shall we?

Why remember him at all? Why remember this ennobled civil servant of heavy-handed European colonialism rather than the villagers on the island who were there when the British, Dutch, and French were squabbling over their so-called “possessions” in Southeast Asia? And why, for heaven’s sake, pay all that money for a collection including a letter slandering his less-favored but oft-pregnant wife? Will the show actually help young people in the Republic of Singapore to know about these things, or assist ex-pats from Europe and America, living on the island, to feel more at home in the world’s fifth-wealthiest city?

When our souls come down to planet Earth and incarnate as human beings, we select in advance our gender, race, family, and geographical background. We also pick the lessons we want to learn. These are freely chosen in terms of their content but not as specific experiences. We may choose, as Sophia’s soul presumably did, to experience loss and abandonment. It may be presented to us when our parent leaves the marriage, or dies, or when a sibling marries and moves away, or our spouse cheats on us, and so on.

The Republic of Singapore provides its children with practical experiences rooted in its history and geography. Its wealth now as a trading society gives social advantages to some (which may carry negative lessons) and teaches lessons, such as jealousy, to others who are less privileged. From the colonial past come attitudes of a carefully structured society which some claim breeds very different attitudes to learning and self-expression among school children in the Island’s different schools.  These educational differences will encourage some kids to conform to social rules and in others suggest that social norms may be questioned—characteristics that persist in those children’s subsequent lives.

The same is true the world over. North African immigrant children living in the high-rise slums of the Paris suburbs have a very different upbringing from children growing up in the Latin Quarter of the 5th and 6th arrondissements of central Paris. Muslim children in Bradford, England, are very differently nurtured from a Christian farmer’s brood living in rural Devonshire. And none of the above share the dislocation suffered by children living in military or diplomatic families, constantly on the move.

If you are looking for a ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ in this commentary—there is none. If souls freely chose to be your children, then you may be sure they did so deliberately to aid them in learning the lessons they have chosen to learn. The effect of Sir Stamford Raffles on the type of society that is now Singapore is similar to the French and British colonial past lived out in retrospect in Paris and Bradford. That doesn’t mean, however, that we must be tied to the past and cannot work to open up the society we live in to be more attuned to our ideals.

Our guides are here to help us in whatever environment, tribe, and family in which we find ourselves. They live in the Now, and look at the challenges we face in our present lives, whoever we are and wherever we may happen to live. Nor are our souls inescapably tied to our upbringing. Raffles broke with the legacy of his father’s involvement in the slave trade, and deserves an historical mention as having been socially more enlightened than many of his generation. Probably a greater legacy than his being the Founder of Singapore. Woden toasts this achievement. Now, how about all of us doing something to end the sweat-shops of Southeast Asia? That really would be a break from the past.

(The Masters of the Spirit World’s weekly blog is at: www.mastersofthespiritworld.com.)

Afghanistan

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

The landlocked, war-torn country of Afghanistan lies at a geographic and cultural crossroads between East and West. Its proud Muslim people are caught between forces supported by the West, desiring to modernize their society, and the Taliban faction embracing the religious fundamentalists’ strict paternalism of the Sharia law. Tribal animosity rules as well, the Pashtun tribes (42%) and the Tajik  tribes (38%) being in an uneasy alliance presided over by local war lords and a corrupt and weak puppet government maintained by the West.

The Taliban (“students”) are Sunni Muslims, predominately Pashtuns. They were young refugees from the brutal Soviet occupation of the country, who fled to Pakistan where they studied at the local hard-line Islamic religious schools. The movement was organized by Mullah Mohammed Omar and is controlled by experienced military leaders and religious teachers.  The Taliban came to power in 1996 in the vacuum created by the removal of Soviet forces from the country.

During the 5 year Taliban regime in Afghanistan, Sharia law was implemented, harshly banning a wide range of activities including education for women and girls, television, music, dancing, and opium poppy production.  The law was brutally enforced with public beating of women and by public executions.

The Taliban were overthrown in 2001 by the NATO-led International Security Assistance Force authorized by the UN Security Council. They are now making an attempt to return to power and are supported in the country by many religious Muslims who dislike the corrupt and ineffective government and the massive intrusion of foreign troops. It still operates Sharia law courts in the south of Afghanistan hearing civil lawsuits and tax disputes.

After the 9/11 attack on the World Trade Center in New York , the US government moved to eradicate training camps in the country run by the militant Al-Qaeda, a Sunni Muslim organization, and to capture its leader, Osama bin Laden. The US global “War on Terrorism” acknowledged that bin Laden’s desire was to bring down all those opposed to Islam anywhere in the world, especially the USA and Israel. Although he is not a Muslim scholar or cleric, bin Laden twice issued a fatwa, or Islamic ruling, that Muslims should kill Americans and their supporters until they withdraw from Muslim countries and stop supporting Israel.

WODEN SAYS: This long ineffective war has been dragging on and on, and has only served to recruit more angry support throughout the Muslim world for al-Qaeda than there was before. While commanders on the ground may be exercised how to win a war that most people consider to be unwinnable, the rest of the world wonders how to overcome the tidal wave of hatred and threatened violence—on both sides.

The Masters of the Spirit World, however, look at the war very differently. Our guides are aware that people are willing to risk life and limb—on both sides—in support of their cause. That’s OK because, they insist, each person, each family member, belonging to every nation involved in the war chose to do so in advance. There are no accidents and no surprises on the soul level. Whether being killed by a US drone attacking al-Qaeda, or being blown up by a roadside bomb as a soldier from Belgium, Italy, France or Britain, the cause is the same: the soul involved is receiving a lesson it has already freely asked to be given,

Our eternal souls are down here on planet Earth to experience negativity and to compare the experience with what they already know as unconditional love.  We have all freely chosen lessons to suit our personal stage of spiritual development, drawing from a huge variety of options ranging from very large and bitter experiences, such as dismemberment in battle, to real but less intense physical, psychological, and spiritual challenges.

We grow by having life-lessons, learning on the physical plane as children not to take tumbles, all the way through to not taking risks in battle. We may even plan our death. Usually, when it occurs in an un-timely fashion, we have made a contract with another soul to teach them a valuable life lesson in grief. Or the survivor may have to cope alone with a family when the other parent dies on the battlefield. In all respects it is the life-lesson that is chosen, not the means by which it is actually taught. That’s left to the energetic forces of the universe to provide for us.

Are souls are actors on the big stage set by planet Earth. The spiritual Masters insist that there is no right or wrong involved—that is the necessary judgment of the human society. Such a statement may seem bizarre were it not for the fact that on our training mission we come and go from a realm of unconditional love where there is no judgment, so no right nor wrong. We need to realize that the acting metaphor is essential for our understanding.

Is there nothing positive we can do for the people of Afghanistan? Of course there is! It is the very nature of the soul to be loving and to give service, providing no pre-chosen lessons intervene. Certainly some can try to be of direct service despite the everyday challenges that a war-torn society inevitably creates. Yes, we can serve the cause of rebuilding that nation. Or, even more likely, we can arrange for their young leaders to come to where we live and receive education and practical training so that they can give the service that their nation so badly needs. Perhaps that way the Afghan people might be enabled to fend for themselves and the al-Qaeda’s perceived “need” for war would die an untimely death.

(Further details of the Masters’ teaching may be found on their weekly blog at: www.mastersofthespiritworld.com )