no need for shame

I read recently a friend's blog where he listed with remorse the activities of the current conservative government and how he felt ashamed to be a New Zealander.

http://207.210.219.115/blog/?p=850

This struck a chord with me, not because I agreed 100% with his disputes with the govt's activities, but because I also, particularly during the presidency of George Bush, felt ashamed to be an American.

Which suggests to me that we have a systems problem here that is larger than the govt of any one nation.

The pattern here is that in both cases the conservatives came to power because of the current game that is being run in the western industrial democracies. The governments never well serve the needs of the people, they serve much better "corporate" interests. So after one party is in power for a while the people naturally become dissatisfied with them and want change.

Unfortunately, the way these representative democracies are gamed is that change can only come in the form of what is essentially the other wing of the same corporate party, be it conservative or liberal.

You see this pattern as well in the European democracies. It's pretty much the pattern everywhere such a system of government exists, and why instances of these government systems want to see "democracy" spread to other parts of the world. Because it is a system that works well for transnational corporate interests.

This has been going on since before we were born, and it is a very big thing indeed.

There is no reason to allow this thing to push the buttons of national identity; there is very much no reason to feel personally bad about it.

A) because feeling bad is not good
B) because feeling bad is part of the system and helps perpetuate it
C) because it is a very big thing and while we can conceptualize into an idea that fits in our heads it is in fact too big (I think) for us as individuals to pick a fight with in the ways in which we are taught during our enculturation within the system to act; such actions leading to more bad feelings (see B).

I had the opportunity to again feel shame as I read recently about all the American senior citizens, who receive government subsidized medical care (Medicare), who are outspokenly opposed to "any form of socialized medicine."
mutateweb.com/archives/20...n-hall-mobs/

Fortunately, I have gotten some literal and figurative distance on these idiots, or hypocrites, or whatever you want to call them and really had a great big laugh at the giant hilarious drama.

Shame is, I think, the enemy, or one of the enemy's chief weapons. I am not even sure exactly what the enemy is, but I know the shame needs to be replaced with better personal feeling. With love of the self, and love of one's fellow humans. The way to fight the enemy is, I think, to stop running these programs of national identity and personal and government and corporate stupidity and malfeasance in our heads and instead learn to build and run programs of personal improvement, growth, and happiness. Of love of oneself and of others.

Thanks for listening to my morning lecture :-)

synchronicity

I was watching What the Bleep the other day... one of the interviewees who mentally creates his own reality each morning said that he always includes a request for something to come up to show him that this is happening, some kind of synchronistic sign that he himself is the man behind the curtain.

Let me tell you a story. In the early nineties there were three very bright but countercultural, misanthropic, cynical slackers in San Francisco. Much of their interaction involved talking about how screwed up everything and everyone was. Your typical bohemian hipster outcasts. One was a cartoonist, one was a computer programmer who liked to design games, and one had a flunky office job and dreamed of a life of leisure.

The cartoonist met the computer programmer through the personal ads and then formed an uneasy friendship. The office worker met the cartoonist via his friend the programmer and ended up living together with the cartoonist for a while.

Then they all went their separate ways.

The computer programmer quit his job soon after and spent 10 years or so designing his games. Today I found out that my old friend the computer programmer, with his very first published game, just won the arguably the prestigious award in the game business, the spiel des jahres. www.spiel-des-jahres.com/cms/f...nt.php

I had seen a few months ago that the cartoonist had also done well for herself. Her animated movie that technically infringed on copyrights of songs written 80 years ago had gotten her coverage in the New York Times, it had been shown on PBS, and she was the now the darling of the intellectual property reform crowd. blog.ninapaley.com/

And the flunky office worker, which was me, made a lot of money in real estate and now lives on a lifestyle block in New Zealand without having to work a day job. That picture is from my front porch.

All of these successes are so improbable and personal that I must conclude that this is my message to myself, my sign that I am indeed creating my own reality, or at least that something very strange is going on.

Something good :-)

feeding and transformation

So I just listened to the voice recorder and was amazed at the similarity between the vision I had described there, which occured at kiwiburn, and the vision I had while at this weekend meditation.

Lowest common denominator information we can take from this is that this is a recurrent pattern in my brain that I was not so aware of previously 

In the meditation workshop I had a vision of Thoth, Ibis-headed god of the Egyptians (a major spiritual sponsor of the event.) Thoth had his long beak stuck in the top of my head, drawing energy from me. I drew from around me the ambient energyand fed that through.

I am reminded: in recurrent lessons from different teachers,it has been repeated that a healer must not just send their own energy, or they will deplete themselves.

So for a while I was channeling energy from through my back outside of me through me to Thoth. This felt fine.

Then I had a vision of the two of us, together, transforming into a single entity. This entity had a sort of point down oblong asymmetrical triangle head wearing long flowing black robes.

I recorded this a few hours after one of my two, very good, peak experiences friday night (see previous post):

“If I put myself in the state of mind that I am being observed by a benign and vast, intelligence, and then track in my energy feed from the universe around me; Until you perfect that, it’s feeding on you. After you perfect that you become it. A part of it. *pause* When you no longer sacrifice your own energy; so we’re all just choosing which idea to become a part of. "

Actually, just look at the picture. That says it all. Taken the other day while nature runs riot around me :-)

welcome to your (un)scheduled magical initiation

I did something called "healer camp," which was meant to be a theme camp but ended up more an installation, sort of. The idea was to provide a place for people to focus the already very present spiritual energy there.

I used some bamboo that I cut a few months before to build a simple pyramid structure, same proportions as the great pyramid in giza. I put my orgonite energy cleansing devices at each of the 5 corners, and had some of that white camo tarp with fractal hole patterns in it.

Two guys, Alan and Lumos, did most of the work and thinking about and putting up the bamboo and hanging the tarp, and Lumos who sells crystal put 8 GIANT quartz crystals around the structure. Emily who didn't even come this year had seen the idea on the forums and made 2 beautiful sheet sized paintings which I hung in the pyramid.

Pearl brought 2 led light nets with programmable flashing, and those went in too.

I had a power cord and a CD player for the space, and Bunny/Billy brought this interesting music from some traditional morroccan musicians he said were in a direct lineage from the people that played in the Eleusinian Mystery rites. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleu..._Mysteries

So already it was pretty cool in there. Literally, actually, as Kathy noticed the cooling effect from the orgonite that we had previously seen in the merkaba.

The last ingredient, as you may glean from this bit in the wiki entry [Since the Mysteries involved visions and conjuring of an afterlife, some scholars believe that the power and longevity of the Eleusinian Mysteries came from psychedelic agents] also came from the community. That's one of the beauties of kiwiburn now-- I don't bring any d**, they just get gifted to me when I am there.

So that night was totally amazing in a lot of ways. I spent a lot of time with Kathy travelling around, dancing, checking out cool art (yes, kiwiburn now has cool art!), running in to people, acting as back up at the lake where some locals were trying to sneak in by boat, see above picture but that's another story, playing with a flourescent tube under the power lines (it lights up, but quirkily)... eventually as is often the case with me I got separated (or separated myself) from everyone else and ended up in the healer camp pyramid, just as Pearl, who brought the light nets, remember, was starting the music CD. The music was trippy and a bit jarring. Very trance inducing. The light nets were pulsing in a way that made the paintings totally come alive, pulsing and vibrating and moving. It was cold that night, and Pearl and I just lay down under my old school man sewed double layer green fleece elf cloak and listened to the music and watched the lights for a good half hour.

I felt like I was at the spot I had wanted to be, that I had in some way created, but had not foreseen, and which had been made by all the contributions of everyone else. It was like, welcome to your unscheduled magical initiation. But it was scheduled, I just wasn't consciously aware of it until it was happening around me and in me.

I had some very good moments-- one where I felt I had the attention of this vast and benign intelligence. The attention of an angel, if you will, which is a hard word for me to use. And as it shifted away the feeling that it was as much a state of mind in myself that was this occurence, or a receptivity to it. Like it is the shape of my being where this other being fits, and that like in a figure/ground drawing, one creates or implies the other.

After that I went and dragged some other people from the green fairy back to the pyramid and hung out with them for a good long time. Discovering among other things that Shelley, our co-organizing friend we had stayed with in Auckland while finding our 4x4 a few months ago, is a life-long boogie boarder and invited me to her favorite beach...

Much later that night/morning the whole site was covered in mist. I took a dawn ride on the pirate ship out onto the lake, had another ecstatic moment, finally went to bed...

blank page

Recently my spiritual state seems to have entered a new phase. I was doing kinesiology ala perelandra for a while and getting good guidance, but then I stopped getting clear answers. What's Up on Planet Earth, which I was following for a while, meandered into repetitiveness while saying things like, we are the guides now. You've bumped up a level. No more need for meditation-- you are already there. While I called for and felt very guided and supported during the construction of the merkaba, there were not a lot of clear answers to questions, whatever I wanted to do seemed fine.

I was well supported right to the end with Dennis's very timely arrival and 5 hours of thoughtful pleasant help while battling vicious sandfly attacks. Couldn't have done it without him!

So support and guidance is coming to me from the prime material plane, in a sense, rather than the ether.

I just now opened my Tao Te Ching to get a reading, and came at random to the otherwise blank page entitled NOTES.

Another message it's now up for me to decide some of the things upon which I have been formerly guided

So now I am off today to convergence, where, 2 years ago I was blown away by the experience as a attendee. It will be very interesting to see how it is now as both an attendee and also a presenter.

state of grace

one cool thing about building the merkaba is that I am consciously trying to be in a state of grace. I pause to appreciate it's beauty. I just stand there and look at it and see new things all the time. It has a cubelike nature I've recently become quite aware of. I ask for helpful contact and guidance from an entity. I work in the state of mind that I am on a magical endeavor. I try to appreciate the way that mistakes end up working out for the best later on. I let myself laugh when I feel like it. I try to keep in mind that this is for the highest good of all. I tell myself interesting stories about what is going on. I try not to get too grouchy :-)

blooming?

It has been a long time since I wrote, and there have been a lot of things to write about. On the other hand, y’all responded much more to the post I made that had no content in it at all, than you did to the big run of posts that I made during the prolific period previously. So there ;-p

I could give you that post, tell you about how the merkaba exceeded expectations and TOTALLY WORKED and produced the same tangible physical sensations in a wide variety of people, as well as the more subtle numinous experiences folks had, and how the burn of it was so cool.

I could write a whole ‘nother =this is not my beautiful house= post, as we still have not sold our place in Christchurch, have radically shifted ideas about how to add space at Wainui from building a new house to putting an extension on the new one, how we want to build it one way but so far all the experts are telling us to build it another…

But other stuff is going on as well, and a recent chat with dear friend Ken has given me lots of free content, so I will write about that:

We are probably spending half to two thirds of our time out in Wainui right now. Living in the country is so quiet, there is such openness, that it starts opening us (kathy and I) in deep ways. So we are now both dealing with some deep seated and fundamental issues from way way back.

I am really wrestling with what you might call my set point of general happiness.

I am in this mind bogglingly great situation. Not perfect of course, but my time is my own, my physical needs are met, I have a wonderful life partner and an increasingly good social network, and the opportunity to work on things I enjoy.

And yet it is easy to slide into the sort of grouchy cranky physically tense sensitive state that is my background.
Changing this set point is very difficult!
Or let us say it deserves a lot of attention.
I think part of what set Kathy off was me unthinkingly sliding into this kind of habitual cranky behavior.
And really there is no reason for it.
So it is good that she called me on that.

I'm working slowly on my low grade mind alteration issues.
I think that I was using them as a means of getting happier, but the problem is that my inborn general ability to maintain happiness level suffers as a result, and of course one gets sort of fuzzy all the time.
So over the course really of a year and a half I think I have my head wrapped around dealing with alcohol, more or less.

But the challenge is now dealing with the beautiful green goddess.
different issues than alcohol, different drug.
While I have gone the long but base building way with the alcohol, i dealt with the BGG by simply not having it available.
and now the universe is putting it back in my hands again, as I get more networked and social and well, it is just coming to me.

I really value the kind of experience I can have when I haven't had any for a few days, for a week or longer? The insights and the altered experience and depth of the trip are really valuable if I just go lie down and do it by myself without distraction. Of course I can fritter that state away watching a movie, which I am seeing now is not such a good use of something with so much potential.

But I am dealing now with trying to find the right level of the behavior and dealing with all of the habits I developed around it, which all lead to relatively heavy use.

so that's kind of where I am
projects are going great, really.
plants are going in at wainui
progress is being made on the rebuild of my merkaba, this time in a portable version
social networks are continuing to develop
Oh, let me share one other insight...

The other night when I had been quiet for a while and I was prompted to speak, I said that what I wanted to express was that I felt like a flower that had been well cared for and planted in a harmonious environment and now my challenge was to blossom joyfully. That my memories of having been a seed, hard, compact, sometimes got in the way of this.

That is all for now :-)

Merkaba

text forthcoming, Sebastian was right, it's time for a new post!

Into the Black Hole

Into the Black Hole

This phrase occurred to me 2 years ago (was it only 2 years ago? wow) when we were wrapping everything up and moving to New Zealand.

It’s like, in a science fiction movie, when the shit hits the fan and they have to do something radical to save their asses—it’s a moment where everyone straps into their seats, and everything shakes a lot. It’s a make or break moment, a moment of ultimate tension, and, except maybe for some steam coming out of pipes and the view on the screen going shakey-shakey and some flashing lights and maybe some people getting thrown out of their chairs, and a great big rumbley noise, well, that’s mostly what happens…

…but then, just when you think it is going to be OK, if maybe a rough ride, THE CREW STARTS A MUTINY!


In the movies, and in my life, thank sweet baby jesus, after a lot more shaking then they are through and its easy smooth sailing after that.

The mystics call this Chapel Perilous, FWIW. =The=only=way=out=is=through=

There’s something about this time of year, I swear to astrological jesus.

2 years ago it was the move to New Zealand. Last year it was getting ready for Kiwiburn, which in so many ways almost didn't happen. This time last year I was doing a test build on my eliptical dome, which ended up only 80% successful. And my still wasn’t working yet, waiting on a part from the states which was maybe, maybe going to do the job, who knows?

Well, we moved to NZ. And the dome didn’t work, but I went and bought a carport. And the still worked—I was distilling on the day before we left and managed to end up bringing a case of absinthe to kiwiburn. And the Green Fairy was brilliant.

This year? Once more into the breach.

First, there’s kiwiburn. Going much more smoothly this year overall, but I am building the centrepiece of the temple, which involves a structure of a type I have never really built before, and an orgone generator. Which is something that most "rational" people would say is impossible. And somehow making this all user friendly and cool looking.

Second, we decided to sell our house in Christchurch and just move out to our Wainui property. So we have to get the house from kiwburn-prep condition to saleable condition before we go. That’s a bit involved, as you may know if you have seen my room <grin>. And of course, among other things, people freak about the bees. "I am allergic to bees." May I say here, folks, that everyone is allergic to bees? See the bees need to scare you all off, because it's a little kamikaze run for every one of them that stings you, and are you going to die? Probably not. There are maybe one or two out of a hundred of you that will go into anaphylactic shock at a bee sting, and your life might be threatened. Twice as many people in the USA die from =walking=and=falling=down= than they do from =all= insect stings every year. Yes, it does appear that many americans are allergic to walking, but that's another post. Bee stings make you swell up and they hurt, but most of you who think you are "allergic to bees" are not. So anyway, I have to move the bees.

Third, our country place? We want to build a house there, but that’s against the rules. You know, government regulations.

I had been thinking for about the past week that I had the feeling that we were descending into the black hole again. I felt good, cocky, confident, like, it was going to be easy. Gee, I guess I get used to this.

Well, sometimes it feels easy, but it is always DIFFERENT.

Yesterday (Wednesday) started and I thought I just had little bit of work to do to get my Merkaba (aforementioned new kind of structure) ready for a test build on Friday. Plugged away but it wasn’t happening. Painstakingly measured and marked 12 struts and then they were all off. Didn’t know why. A bit of a nonsleeping nap late in the afternoon finally showed me the answer, but I felt attracted to working on further enhancements to the orgone generator, so I just went with the flow, feeling kind of tweaked and wired and a bit broken, but good work done there. Had dinner, and I swear only by the grace of updated orgone generator jesus, which was humming away in the work shed was I able to manage to get the rest of the Merkaba pieces cut. So I thought I was still OK.

Today we received in the mail a big package. 2 weeks ago, I said, honey, what do you think, I want to have a blank book or something for people to write in at the temple. Record their thoughts, or whatever. It would be, you know, interactive. Honey says, how much do you want to spend? Those things are expensive. Pshaw, I said, I will go onto trade me. Where I saw this item. Which arrived in the mail today.

Honey wanted to be there for the opening of the package. With good reason. We opened it, and it’s something. This is not just something, this is a high mana item. I do not say that lightly.

It’s a very large ledger book, it’s very old, mostly blank. All sorts of feelings went through me—feelings of accomplishment and pride, feelings of smallness and humility that I am involved in something much bigger than me, feelings that maybe we shouldn’t even desecrate this thing which is probably from the 1800s with our little scribblings at our little party. It is a beautiful item, and it deserves respect, which is another way of saying, more work before we leave.

Then I went on a Mitre 10 (NZ home depot equivalent) run and brought home a bunch of shit, and I was like, I have a bunch of shit that I am bringing into this house which I do love and yet I am leaving, and there needs to be far less shit here. Hmmmmm. And of course processing this shit into something cool and functional is yet more work.

Then we went to see the planning consultant for our non-permissible desire to build a new house on the property we bought and are in the act of committing whole-heartedly to. And it was a good meeting, but it was like, lots of time, lots of money, the rules for this area are under review by the environmental court, and what sort of needle can you thread to get what you want, which is totally unpermissible?

Well, I have been in these places before, it’s been my job, in a sense, but fuck, it’s hard. So it’s always time and money and work and you DON”T KNOW IF IT WILL SUCCEED or not. You just gotta do it. So that took a lot of wind out of my sails, even though it went well. It went well means we walk out of the office with another action plan to somehow lay over all the other action plans. And this one is the I haven’t even really been thinking about, trying to get other stuff done, but I think this could perhaps be the one that more than anything else really matters? Shit, I dunno.

Back to the house after that, after running some more errands and buying more things, and there is too much stuff in this house!!! Quick nap, talk to the lawn guy, who is going to put roundup (no, really, it’s a totally harmless herbicide! So low impact! Monsanto is your friend!) on all the weeds, use a leaf blower (I HATE fucking leaf blowers) to blow all the unsightly (but very nutritious to the plants) leaves we have so slovenly allowed to accumulate on the ground away, and cover it with wood chips, and bring in a line trimmer, and mow the lawn a bit, an shape the hedges, and it’s gonna cost you, mate!

I dunno. And then like, putting stuff away. The test build for the Merkaba is tomorrow. Will it work? It better work, because

I am building the temple


Thank you, everyone. For your confidence, faith, guts, chutzpa.

I’m descending into the black hole.

The only way out is through.

The man burns in 23 days,

they say.

But to anyone who has been a part of this thing, you know. The man is burning, was burning, will be burning for I don’t know how long. The pace keeps picking up. Thank dungeons and dragons jesus that I played role playing games when I was young, or would I even know how to deal with this? I’m just making it up as I go along, looking for the people around me to tell me whether I am doing OK or not, but half the time they are like, NO, that’s crazy, you can’t do that! But I really think I can, and sometimes I actually do, so who do I trust? Not myself either, because sometimes I don’t and I can’t.

The new life I am in is beautiful and glorious and thank prometheus jesus for giving me the fire, but sometimes it seems like such a fragile mental construction, and attitude of will, just plain attitude to keep it all running.

There isn’t any choice, though. I’ve burned my bridges. No going back. This is not my beautiful house. The last one was in San Francisco, and we sold it. We are somewhere in between...

I’ve reprogrammed by sensorium into an interpreter of events such that they all seem worthwhile and good. This makes everything seem worthwhile and good, which is of course worthwhile and good, but sometimes I feel just a bit incredulous about it all. My excess of good fortune. My experience of having this all work out just through, is it faith?

So thanks, I guess, for the black hole, because I guess chapel perilous is part of it.

Margaret, the soul design jeweler (see Kathy’s post, what colour is your soul at her site, www.kathysgetaways.com) was like, “people think it can all be happy and wonderful and benevolent ascended master be my guide kimosabe. They don’t realize YOU’VE GOT TO BURN.”

Frankly, I want it to be all warm and fuzzy, and would prefer not to burn. Is this burning, now? Well, it is hot, ouchy, even. But I have to say it could certainly be worse.

After all, look around. What’s going on? Just some steam. Flashing lights. The seats are shaking. Oh look, there’s someone on the floor!

Sounds like a party to me :-)

But I hope you don’t mind if I sit down, have a drink of water, and catch my breath now and then.

Tomorrow, test build. One of the biggest make or breaks in the next couple of weeks. Maybe, looking at all this, you think, well Bruce, that's the least of your worries. So what if it doesn't work? Surely selling your old house and getting consent for your new house is more important?

Strangely, it doesn't seem that way to me.

The Principle of Positive Feedback, or, Don't Worry, Be Happy!

The Principle of Positive Feedback , or, Don’t Worry, Be Happy!


OK, in my post about the Meaning of Life, I said that the idea was to =make things happen= in your life. Make it a good story.

Next question: What Sorts of Things Should I Make Happen?

Simple answer: Things that make you feel good.

Why? What? Huh?

When I told a friend about this a while back, he said, chuckling, “uh… NOT! That’s a bad thing, you don’t want to go there man.” This friend was a nice friendly happy fellow at a positive place in his life and has continued to do well (by his own estimation, which is the only one that matters, though I agree).

What he was talking about was, he really would have liked to have been doing cocaine all the time, which he had at one point in his life, but now he thought it was better that he didn’t.

That’s OK, man! See, the point it, you do what feels good to you at wherever you are in the space time continuum. Sometimes it is good (for him, I don’t dig it myself) to do a lot of coke, and sometimes it is better to stop doing what FORMERLY was great for you, and MOVE ON TO OTHER THINGS.

Remember the Meaning of Life, doing the same thing forever makes a bad story, it is anti-narrative, it is life-negative.

This is because things change, we change, and what makes us happiest in the widest sense of the word, however you grasp it at the time, changes.

Let me repeat that, because this is the core of the whole thing: However YOU grasp it at the time.

It is all about what each individual person feels makes THEMSELVES happiest. Not me telling you, not you telling me, but each of us deciding in each moment what makes us happiest within the context of our lives as we grasp it.

I am very happy right now, but it is not so useful for me to tell you what particular actions to take to be happy, because, last time I checked, YOU ARE NOT ME. I’m happy to hang out and tell you my story, and to hear your story, and get inspired or awed or disgusted (but I’ll try to avoid that, I promise) or whatever, but we are different people and I cannot tell you how to live your life.

Now, it is true that I will decide who to spend time with and how to act around them based on whether being around whichever people acting whatever way makes ME happy or not, and I expect everyone else to do the same, and so in this way we can give everyone else feedback on their behavior, and they can try to change it if they think that it is really worth it to them so that they can hang out with me (bad example) or achieve some goal that they suspect might make them happier than they are now (good example).

OK, with me so far? That last bit was important, too. Let me summarize.

1) Ask yourself if you are happy.
2) If you are happy in the widest sense that you care to contemplate at that moment, then keep doing what you’re doing.
3) If you suspect you might be HAPPIER if you did something different, TRY DOING SOMETHING DIFFERENT.
4) After you have tried doing something different, go back to step one. ASK YOURSELF IF YOU ARE HAPPY. If you aren’t, try something else, or try again with what you did, maybe you will do it better next time, or whatever. Just keep going.

I call this, as you may have guessed, the process of positive feedback.

Why does this work?

Very simple. We all have within us a very good sense of whether we are happy or not. It’s standard equipment. It might get a little rusty, but start using it and it will perk up and be as good as new. In fact, it gets better the more you use it. You have your own personal inbuilt guidance system that tells you everything you need to know to live the best possible life you can. Yay!

We do NOT have inbuilt guidance systems that evaluate whether we are being good citizens, serving God, being a good person, being patriotic, or whatever, so we are subject to doubts, excessive outside influence and all sorts of destabilizing and non-happiness making phenomena when we pursue such goals.

If is OK to purse such goals within the greater context of being happy, but please, keep them within that context. It is OK with me if you want to dedicate your life to serving God, or fighting the evil empire, or whatever, as long as you ask yourself every once in a while if it is making you happy, and if it isn’t, just my humble suggestion, please try something different. I can’t guarantee that you will serve God better, but I think it very likely that you will become happier, and you know, I think happy people are better citizens, the evil empire is best defeated by people becoming happier, and God wants you to be happy, really.

That’s the end, mostly. You can stop here if you like :-)

So you see, this is the brilliance, and the nuts and bolts of why they work, of systems like The Secret and Esther Hicks/The Teachings of Abraham.

They are quite explicit in saying that you need to use your own internal guidance system and then make changes in your life, or inside your head, which amounts to the same thing, in order to bring the things that you want to you.

I personally enjoy all the disembodied consciousness mumbo jumbo, but you don’t need all that to make the system work. Because the system is part of your total human package, and all you need to do is START PAYING ATTENTION to how you feel, and DO SOMETHING and then see if it makes you feel BETTER.