The Hidden War: When Losing Is A Distraction.

The war on drugs seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

The war on terror seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

These wars over resources seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

The war on cancer seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

The war on poverty seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

The war for freedom and human rights  seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

The war on animal abuse seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

The war for saving the planet seems like a losing game. It seems to be a failure and a battle that never ends.

Now I know all of this might give one the impression that resistance is futile. All of this fighting, murdering, bombings, corruption, lying, stealing, racial injustices, police brutality seems to have no end in sight.

One could easily succumb to a state of apathy and despair. Hopelessness that nothing seems to ever really change. 

We're busy killing each other over religion, natural gas and oil, gold and silver, cash, land, food and water and power.

Yet I see a whole different war going on that seems to be a very successful campaign.

Let's say that brick buildings are a very strong structure held together by the mortar and cement that holds it all together. Further, let's say that houses made of wood are held together by nails and glue. Very solid buildings held together by steel beams welded and riveted together at strategic stress points to support massive amounts of weight. One could argue that any of these structures are only as good as the materials that hold them and bind them together.

Get rid of the mortar, the brick structures crumble. Get rid of the nails and glue the wooden structure crumble. Get rid of the welding and rivets and watch these steel buildings collapse. Now imagine being able to do that without harming the bricks, nor the wood, nor the concrete and steel? Just by simply destroying what holds them all together.

None of them would stand. We'd all be outside with no shelter, totally exposed.

Now I want you to consider "love" as a resource for a moment.  Let that sink in for a moment. "Love" being a resource.

Consider people will do things for love that they would never do for just money. Consider even those that appear to do anything for money normally will have that one thing in their life that can't be bought. Yet, either for love or out love for somebody they would do it,

Consider love being the mortar, the nails, the glue, the rivets, the rope that ties everything together... Between each other. The war on that commodity? The war on that resource? Has been unfortunately extremely successful.

In my next post i'll explain how and why the war on love has been very successful.

( to be continued)

The War On Love (part one of two parts.)

Namaste,

Lesley M. Blair

THAT ACT YOU DO - LM BLAIR

Modus Operandi : Security Systems and Physical/Metaphysical Realms.

Modus Operandi : Security Systems and Physical/Metaphysical Realms.

Imagine being in a 6' X 9' prison cell. A very tight restricted place that you're spending a great deal of time in being confined.

Imagine escaping out of that Jail cell and now you are free to move about along the hallways.

Imagine in the hallways there are guards, security cameras, motion sensors, and locked doors and that you have gotten pass them undetected and you've made it out into the surrounding courtyard.

Then imagine standing out in the limited freedom of the courtyard and surround grounds which has more space than the jail cell, more space than the hallways.. Why of course this feels like a step closer to freedom.

Imagine even though the courtyard and surrounding grounds have guards on patrol, guard towers, guard dogs, high voltage barbed wire fences, a tall security wall, huge steel locked gates and somehow you managed to get past all of those and you are now standing on the outside of the gauntlet. You can smell the grass and feel the soil beneath your feet, hear the wind blowing through the trees as you are reminded of how good it feels to feel the presence of the wind upon your face. You close your eyes and inhale, taking in a deep breath in the celebration of making it this far.

You have to keep it moving, why you have come to far to be getting caught now so you press onward into the nearest woods.
You're tired from the stress of being caught, weary from the travelled distance because your body had grown used to the confinement and adjusted to that small space. It's been a long time since you have been this far, your body trembles but you keep going thru the woods.

Upon exiting out of the other side of the woods you come to a sudden stop... Realizing there's a 100 ft drop down a steep cliff that has an ocean right there.

You drop your head in disbelief because you just realized that you have been imprisoned on an island and there's no land masses in sight as you gaze across the oceans horizon.  You think to yourself about how you are going to make it safely down this 100 ft. cliff, and even if you did, you have no boat and how are you going to survive the sea?

You drop to your knees, frustrated and about to give up. After all it isn't like you can magically grow a pair wings to fly you over the cliff and across that ocean to a mainland. Or can you?

How can you make a parachute to glide down safely? How can you make a strong enough rope or vine long enough and strong enough that can provide a means to climb to the ground below? How can you make a pair of wings to jump and safely glide out to land in the sea? How can you build a life raft out of the surroundings that can float you on the ocean to safety?

How far do you have to go to reach mainland? How will you survive out in the ocean for an unknown period of time? What will you eat? What will you drink?

How much time do you have before they realize you're gone and start looking for you with a search party?

It's as if you have thought this through brilliantly based on the perspective of the obstacles and perimeters that you knew of at that time of planning. The cliff and the ocean you didn't plan for because you had no knowledge of either at the time of planning.

I have said all of that to say... If you consider the human body to be a physical  prison that is holding a spirit in bondage and you want to be free from the prison cell that is your body... Just having an out of the body experience is just scratching the surface of what it is that you may face in doing so.

Like the physical realm that we call earth.. The surrounding ether has a multilevel security system as well. Like several layers of protection of an onion. Having an Out Of The Body Experience is just step one, There are levels of security to get past once you are out of your body.

The levels of security I have Encountered are :

1). Fear based Security: The Matrix manufactures threats from your own personal fears. What you fear the most the Matrix will manufacture that and send that toward you.

2). Deception based Security: loved ones appearing as guides. Spiritual guides appearing as help when they are nothing more than sheep herders. They are gatekeepers. Trying to manufacture your consent

3). Lures and Decoy based Security: Bright white lights that seem to be drawing you near them. Beautiful music that can lure you in.. Shiny bright lights that catch your attention. Babies crying in distress...in pitch black darkness,...crying out for you to come near, closer to help rescue them.

4). Faith based security : Whatever deity that you have faith in the matrix will produce that image for you. Whatever Messiah that you are expecting... You just might see.. Almost all of them will try and convince you to return back.

5). Love based security systems: this is where you are enticed with long lost loved ones, ex-spouses, ex-lovers... Beautiful memories of lust and compassion. The memories of the good times with those you have shared love and time with.

Even if you managed to navigate past those? Where will your spirit go? How will your spirit find its way back to the source from which it was created?

These are the many things to consider... For you would hate to break free from the Matrix and its programming... Only to fall short not knowing that these security systems are there.

May your conscious intention manifest the path of enlightenment to return your spirit back to the source from which it was created. May your spirits GPS return back to its fully functional awareness state of remembrance.

Namaste, I love you all.

Lesley M. Blair

"Time In The Sky" - by LM Blair

When I think of time... How time passes.. Time shared...time that is yet to be... From my perspective hours, minutes and seconds just won't do. It's like having spiritual experiences makes you outgrow the concept of linear time.

It's like that leap from 8bit to 16bit to 24 bit audio. Like that Jump from 480 dots per square inch to 1080p HD all the way to 4K resolutions.

No for me ? A better accurate indicator of how I understand time as a reference is a simple gaze into the sky at any given moment.

You see at any given moment the sky doesn't look exactly the same. Cloud patterns are never the exact same way. 

So for me when i want to chronologically log a moment on my experience here as a human being, I simply gaze into the sky.

I visually take snap shot of what the sky looks like at that moment of reflection. Often the view is much more interesting than the face of a analog clock, more intriguing than the blank stare from a digital clock.

The sky is in constant motion at all times.. Every passing second it's different. Just as hearing your favorite song can take you back to where you were in your life when you heard that song for the first time. That's how it is for me when ever I gaze into the sky. Each moment is uniquely different and memorable from the other.

Looking into the sky inspires my imagination. Often I have seen things in the sky that were beyond what I could normally imagine. It's a two way communication and experience when simply gazing into the sky.

To gaze at the stars and feel homesick. To feel comfort in a heavy rain. To watch the world go silent as it respects the thunder and lightning as it appears and expresses itself. To feel the calm of wintery blizzard. To feel the comforting warmth of a sunrise upon my face. To feel the subliminal awareness and presence of things that only come out at night. To be at one with the night as my nocturnal instincts suggest.

To rise to the early dawn of a new day.. To seek rest at the end of a stressful day seeking the comfort that only a mysterious yet peaceful nightfall can bring.

The sky is a living canvas, a living witness to all that has occurred upon this earth. The sky is a giver of life to the physical things upon this earth and also a destroyer of the same.

I imagine the sky as a living book keeper.. That has seen the rise and fall of many a kingdom. There have been many rulers, but none here has ever had more influence than the sky.

Namaste

Lesley M. Blair