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What Is Your Summum Bonum?

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As a philosophy major I learned to say “The Highest Good” in Latin: Summum Bonum, but long before, even as a toddler, I had begun thinking about the same subject, vaguely noting that my inarticulate intuition could not accept anything I was told as an absolute, even from those two beloved gods Ned and Sandy (my parents). Without innate acceptance of authority as absolute, I was required to develop my own ideas.

Live in line with your higher good.

Before receiving my degree I had developed my own “philosophy”, ideas that had jumbled natively in my mind before formal study. When I contemplated Summum Bonum, I decided to choose aesthetics as my touchstone to determine what for me would be The Highest Good. “With or without God, what did I intuit/feel/decide to be the most beautiful way to handle each moment? And which would be a more beautiful universe — the one with or without God?”  That’s how I decided which hypotheses I would base my life upon.

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Decoding Messages from Inside

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Volume 5, Issue 1

This continues the story of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us. We are following TGB’s roles as the Team of Melchizedek and Layla, two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence, as they continue their assignment to begin the current human race on Earth circa 200,000 BC. Previous installments.

As Melchizedek and Layla aged, the new brains eventually wore them down. Now they started to have long patches of forgetting their real identity as Agents of Cosmic Intelligence. When they woke up from the lower state, sometimes it was to relapse immediately back into it and puzzle over What was that I was thinking just a moment ago… it seems important…

They started forgetting their real identity as Agents of Cosmic Intelligence.
Now they started to have long patches of forgetting their real identity as Agents of Cosmic Intelligence.

This happened very gradually, like boiling a frog. It started with how much love they wanted to give to their children, mates and the other tribespeople. That love was so intense its price was attachment, the state in which one can no longer be happy if the loved one is not happy or is no longer interested in you. These lingering heartbreaking incidents were as rife in 200,000 BC as they are to this day.

As cosmic beings they had never sunk down to these attached states. They could maintain their intense love along with and by means of detachment. Only cosmic beings (the created beings climbing closest in evolutionary development to The Original Self) can pull off this trick, having had lifetimes to practice.

This was how they began to lose contact with their own true identities. Sometimes in schizoid inner conversations they would get angry at their higher selves for their detachment. How can you be so cold-blooded about your own child? Layla asked Mel once, before they pulled themselves up by their socks and got back temporarily into their true identities.

But no matter how many times they pulled themselves back up, the tide was heading the other way.

Layla was worn out from mothering so many children and becoming stressed out about each of them. This lowered her resistance over time and so when giving birth to her last child she passed on to the bardo plane. Melchizedek would normally have been easily able to stay connected with her. This time he lost contact with her almost immediately, except for brief flashes from time to time.

It was so gradual Melchizedek did not notice himself becoming embittered. Getting old himself and having an aching body contributed to it, but it was mostly the new brain and its dominance over the True Self, the inhabiting tape dub of the Original Consciousness. It seemed unfair that the very brain they were here to propagate was itself working strongly against the Mission.

This made him paranoid. Was there another Team here on Earth working at cross purposes with Melchizedek and Layla? If so, why did he not detect them? If they were not in human bodies, were they in any bodies at all? He should still be able to detect them.

Except that if not hampered by having one of these new brains, another cosmic being would have the advantage over him and Layla. He pathed the message to her to see if she could detect another Team on Earth from her less hampered position. He hoped she received it.

Without words there were now feelings, moods, images and vague thoughts in his mind about The One not having warned them in advance about the conditions they would face. This was so counter to his training that it woke him up for a moment back to his true identity, not just as the stud and head shaman of their little tribe. Gripes against The One were the height of unclarity — since each of us is The One it is senseless to gripe against oneself. Just do something about it. He wondered if some of these most terrible thoughts were being implanted in him by a cosmic being on a different Team.

Eventually he decided that he was being paranoid and gave up looking for another Team. Soon after that, he stopped waking up from his mundane identity. He was just the elder shaman by then, freed of his stud duties to spend most of his time giving advice and settling disputes. One thing kept coming back into his mind at least once a day, as if trying to pull him back into his true self. It was an image of fire. He didn’t know what it meant.

On the day that his body died, at that very instant, he was suddenly in a whoosh aware of his real identity and immediately realized what the fire image was telling him. The savages they found when they arrived were naked, had not domesticated animals, had only rudimentary spoken language, and yet those natives knew how to start, control, and use fire. This was not logical. Fire is a difficult subject. On most planets developing along the normal curve that Earth was roughly on, fire was not discovered until after many other things. But here fire came first. There had to be another Team.


Best to all,


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The Win/Win Principle

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So many writers have impressed me with at least one thing, if not everything, they have written. Aleister Crowley for example in Liber Aleph makes the point that there are no rules, just principles to balance in every given situation. Yet just a few principles come closest to being rules that they should probably be applied in virtually every circumstance. Pondering this, it occurs to me that Win/Win is such an important principle it comes near the top of the list if not at the very top.

Your View of Reality shapes your motivation.

The intention and actuality of only making agreements that will benefit all parties is the essence of the Win/Win principle. It ideally permeates to the minutest level of each almost invisible tacit agreement going on every second of our social interactions. In my cosmology we are all holograms of the One Consciousness or more precisely facets of the one Conscious Hologram, so it follows logically that we would do unto others as we would do unto a reflection of our very own self. This is truly enlightened self-interest. It is then the most palpable form of omnidirectional unconditional love. Even in a humanistic materialistic worldview such as some of my best friends have, the Win/Win principle follows logically from their chosen noble stance. My lifetime favorite writer F. Scott Fitzgerald notes in The Beautiful and Damned that such a stance is even more meaningful if it is taken with no moral imperative to do so.

Maintaining the Win/Win intention is not always easy. It’s hardest perhaps when we believe we have a score to settle with someone. We want them to lose so they learn a lesson and they stop behaving the way they are. Take for example two Win/Lose players I met years ago. Mr. Z humiliated Ms. Y in front of others. I had a feeling and said to another onlooker later, “She is going to find a way to get even someday.” Sometime later there followed an unrelated Lose/Lose lawsuit, set in motion by a quiet remark from Ms. Y to her boss, which ended with both Ms. Y and Mr. Z being negatively affected.

The Biblical directive, “Let vengeance be mine”, gives us permission to not carry the burden of corrective punishment, absolving us from that task and enabling us to continue to act for the ultimate Win/Win even with folks who have harmed us. More good is ultimately achieved by this strategy than by any other. We benefit more long-term and often short-term, even when dealing with the most recalcitrant adversary. It comes down, as so many things do, to searching for a more creative solution. We then make it possible to achieve a Win/Win outcome even when up against a Win/Lose “opponent”.

It is a glorious fact of existence that each of us is a far more powerful player on the stage of this world than we ever suspect based on appearances. Words or even facial expressions can escalate things disproportionately. Win/Win as a deep-seated attitude in all situations is not only the best way to “win” — achieving the most benefit for all and therefore doing the most good in the world — it is also the best protection against forgetting our own principles even in a careless or tired moment.  

Best to all,


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Rediscovering that Ancient Territory: Your Own Mind — Revisited

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All of us are naturally curious about our own selves. When someone who knew us when, someone older, tells us a story about something we did when we were too young to remember it, we are raptly attentive.

Looking inward at oneself is the first step toward clarity.

If it were not for the culturally ubiquitous time pressure, we would have the same curiosity if offered a searchlight method to see more deeply into our own mind than ever before. Here we offer just such a searchlight.

This posting is a brief exploration into the architecture of inner experience and offers tools to look into your inner Self, through observation and experience. Why bother? Because in order to get into the two higher, most effective states of consciousness — the Observer state, where we can really see what is going on inside ourselves rather than being puppeteered by software in our heads, and the Flow state (Zone), where we are spontaneously doing everything just right — we need to become experts in the empirical study of our own minds and inner life.

What Is the Architecture of Our Inner Life?

Carl Jung defined the four functions of consciousness as perception, feelings, intellect and intuition — the latter referred to in day-to-day life as “hunches”. These are four kinds of events that can go on in consciousness.

Within consciousness, what we experience first is something inside that motivates us and moves us toward or away from something. Those are feelings. Instincts — hardwired genetic carryovers inherited before birth — are partly responsible for some or all of our feelings. The rest arise from motivations we accumulated during our lives, stuff we learned or decided to want or not want as a result of our experiences since birth.

So what are these things you call your thoughts, your feelings, your hunches, your perceptions? Consider, or reconsider, all of the experiences you have had of your own mind, your own inner life.

When I watch what goes on inside of me, it often starts with a feeling that is also somehow an image at the same time. Another part of me then takes that feeling/image and interprets it as a conscious thought — putting names, categorizations, and other specific recognizable details onto the original amorphous feeling/image.

I think that’s what a thought is. An interpreted feeling/image. Diverging from Jung, I posit that thoughts and feelings are the same thing, at different stages of development.

Thoughts add details to feelings/images, turning them into specifications, bringing out additional information that had somehow been packed into the feeling/image.

Possibly feelings are the most substantial and primary actor, coming out of our most intimate connection with our self, and arising to be transmuted into intuitions and/or thoughts and/or emotions and/or images/visions.

Perceptions coming in from the “outside” accompanied by an equal stream of feelings from “inside” suggests that feelings are another sense, like seeing and hearing. In which case, we simply perceive, and the rest of the functions are what evolves from our perceptions. In other words, feelings are inner perceptions, and what we call sense perceptions are outer perceptions. Inner and outer perceptions are the raw stuff of experience, and as we turn them over in our minds, those perceptions turn into thoughts and/or intuitions.

I suggest that perceptions evolve into what Jung classified as thoughts (intellect) and/or hunches (intuition). Outer perceptions — the five physical senses — are what Jung called “perceptions” — and the inner perceptions are what Jung called “feelings”. In my own experience, the raw stuff of my inner life is comprised of feeling/image arisings that I then articulate internally as thoughts, with either words or not, or observe as hunches, without inner words.

Intellect and intuition have always been seen as similar functions. Intellect reaches new conclusions step by effortful step. Intuition gets there in one leap, involuntarily, all by itself. Sometimes when the intuition or hunch is particularly credible and important and came out of nowhere, we call it inspiration, suggesting help from some outside invisible source.

The Searchlight to Our Inner Self

We need maps to study consciousness. We also need meditation to concentrate on seeing what really goes on inside by understanding the basic building blocks of all inner experience — thoughts, feelings, intuitions, and perceptions.

Try this. Find five minutes when you can’t be interrupted and there is nothing dragging you away like a deadline. You might not find time to try this until the weekend, so leave yourself a note somewhere you’ll see it Saturday or Sunday morning.

Sit with your eyes closed and back straight, with your head drawn up toward the ceiling. First, still the mind by experiencing your breath going in and out, without trying to control the breath in any way. After a half-dozen breath cycles or whenever you feel as if your mind is relatively still, begin the exercise.

Now simply watch for what happens at the very beginning of a thought or feeling. A thought or a feeling is going to arise. You are in a state of concentrated sharp attention and the game is to see that arising as quickly as possible, identify what it is, and be able to remember the experience of it as accurately as possible.

This is not as easy as it sounds because we tend to get so instantly caught up in the thought or feeling we forget that we are doing this exercise. That is, until through exercises like this, we find that we have gained true control of our minds in a gradual process that we get better and better at over time. By looking inside, we can begin to cut through dogma and other people’s beliefs, and see for ourselves who we are in our inner worlds.

Best to all,


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Continuing Problems with These Brains

The Great Being, Part 18
Volume 4, Issue 46

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The story of The Great Being continues, the story of the One Self that we each experience as our own self. TGB inhabits Melchizedek and Layla, two Agents of Cosmic Intelligence who have been born as babies into a Neanderthal family 200,000 BC. Previous installments.

Their first day on the job as members of the witch council, working for the shaman and his priestesses, the babies wowed the crowd with their playlet. GLYP was a changed child from that day on, and adored HAH his adopted mother as much as she worshipped him. The shaman was well pleased that he’d given the babies a chance to help him rather than putting them to death as had been his first thought. Intuitive as he was, he sensed that the super-intelligent babies were beings superior to him, and was not sure if he could continue to use them and control them once they gained the confidence of the tribe. In the end he did what he felt was best for the tribe, even if it meant ceding authority in the end. The shaman was a mensch.

Melchi and Layla thought they had finally overcome their new brains, a solar flare created surgical mutation planned from the start of the Lost Lamb Game (LLG). Lost Lambs, you’ll recall, are the name for TGB incarnations where TGB does not remember that He/She is TGB. A whole region of the multiverse is given over to this sort of game, far wilder than the games played in the main part of the multiverse.

the advanced brainThe new brain plan was to provide enough processing/ attentional power to the inhabiting consciousness so that in time the Lost Lambs could actually wake up and realize their true identities. This had been the idea of the LLG from the start but unfortunately, so far, the inhabiting Soul Of The Universe had not been up to the task on Earth. The generally murderous condition of life here had precluded the Great Spark Of Consciousness (TGB has many names) from ever imagining that he/she could really be in charge, as opposed to being the obvious weak and isolated creature that all senses corroborated all too frequently.

Melchi and Layla had initially simply fallen into a species of sleep, overcome by the new brains, which were overly helpful to a degree that would not be seen again on Earth until Microsoft software more than 200,000 years later. They thought they were little babies and pooped impulsively whenever they felt like it. Then they would wake each other from this identity sleep so as to continue the Mission.

They had conquered this pattern and now were secure in who they were. Or so they thought.


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The Hard Lesson to Teach

The Great Being, Part 17
Volume 4, Issue 45

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We continue our story of The Great Being, The One Consciousness we each experience as our Self. TGB is having adventures through living out the many lives of Melchizedek and Layla, two partner Agents of Cosmic Intelligence. The place: our own Earth. The year: 200,000 BC. Previous installments.

Is he giving us a chance to fail? Layla asked. And if we do fail what happens to us? Condemned as false gods?

They don’t think of us as gods, Melchizedek corrected her, they think of us as promising material, born witches like themselves, that they will have to train.

He rapidly concocts a plan and paths it to Layla as images because it’s faster that way. She looks dubious but has no better idea and they have to do something.

Following his instructions, she starts to preen herself, smiling prettily, and acting like an indulged princess. She bats her eyes at the shaman, obviously expecting to be adored, and he plays along with it although he doesn’t know where it’s going. He starts to pet her, smooth back her blond hair affectionately, and massage her as if she were his queen and he her vassal.

While this is going on, Melchizedek is telling the story, which is just noise to the tribe; however, the priestesses take it to be music and become a Greek chorus singing contrapuntally with Melchi’s narration.

“Once there was a beautiful princess, whom everyone adored and bathed in luxury and adoration,” he started. By this point the priestesses were in on the game and stroking Layla, and one was feeding her berries.

These taste like caca, she pathed to him.

Throw it in her face, he pathed back.

She’d belt me.

No, I mean it, it’s part of the passion play. But wait for your cue, coming up now –

“But the princess took it all for granted and was not grateful. Thinking that she could get and do anything she wanted,” at this cue Layla threw the half-chewed berry mess in the priestess’ face. The priestess flared up and raised her hand but at a microgesture from the shaman, turned away, her shoulders shaking as she mocked crying and collapsing in a heap.

Play it up, Melchi urged.

Going with the Flow, Layla spat in the shaman’s face, and whacked another priestess with a back of her hand. Melchizedek noticed without turning his head that GLYP was riveted by the performance.

“Her behavior drove away all her admirers and followers and she was left alone with nothing.” Melchizedek prayed for Cosmic Fire Support, at this point unsure what the shaman and priestesses were going to do, and hoping it would not involve permanent damage to Layla’s current body.

But as if understanding the intent of the show completely, all the priestesses walked away in a huff, casting back disdainful glances at Layla. The shaman dumped her off his lap and she fell face forward in the dust, and got up coughing, her whole front covered with mud and dust. She lay there and pretended to weep, and to regret her actions and attitudes.

Melchizedek, without turning his head, noticed that DAH and MAH were being restrained from rushing forward to her by the tribe’s alpha and his other strongmen. The look on GLYP’s face, his mouth open and eyes sad for Layla, seemed to reflect some comprehension of the object lesson, but Melchizedek didn’t want to leave room for doubt.

He pointed at GLYP and spoke in an astoundingly loud voice for a baby, “And this is what will happen to you if you keep being ungrateful GLYP!” The shaman and priestesses turned and all pointed their fingers at GLYP and began chanting his name until he knew exactly what they were all telling him. His normal scornful expression was completely gone, replaced by abject terror and freakout. HAH came to his side and supported him. He looked up at her gratefully. She kissed him and he kissed and hugged her tightly.

Melchizedek had a funny thought.

What? Layla asked.

We just invented show business on this planet.

I guess that disproves the old saw about prostitution always being the earliest profession, she pathed back, wagging her little tushy at him.


Best to all,


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