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The Young Young Man's Story Ch 10 Part 3 - Doors to the Abstract

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story-Ch-10-Part-3---Doors-to-the-Abstract-e31aba

Continued from Part 2 - A Strategic Stand: https://sylsabastian.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-young-young-mans-story-ch-10-part-2.html

5/11, 11:12pm

The Young Man: - Back to the boarding school... where weekends were significant. Most of the children returned to their farm homes which were too far for daily commuting. A small group stayed behind who could not go home for various reasons, like myself. Simply too far. Those kids in the junior hostel, only a handful of us, and sometimes only me, were sent to the senior boarding house for the weekend, where also very few remained.

There, on the weekends, for some reason everything was relaxed. We were left mostly to our own devices. Occasionally outings to various places of interest were arranged. Mostly when there were less than ten of us.

Of especial significance to me was mixing and interacting with seniors. We were all part of a small club of sorts which relaxed many of the usual social barriers. Seniors would not otherwise interact with juniors. Even if I didn't get to engage directly I made sure to observe and be present.

I don't remember any specific significance, except I came to see a different side of behaviour dynamics and when circumstances changed, so did the rules. It amazed me that for no reason whatsoever which made sense, on the weekends there seemed to be no rules. Amazing, Something I never forgot. Rules were thus not absolute, as I would have thought them to be.

Every now and then, instead of going to the senior hostel, I would go and stay with a friend. Friend being a loose term here, as I then only had one good friend. For a while, as he left to be in a special choir school of national fame.

There weren't many such weekend visits, but two stand out. One was to a very large farm of well-to-do friends of my parents. They had a son a year or two younger than me. We got along alright but no connection. I didn't dislike him or anything. There simply wasn't anything to connect with in the boy.


I stayed there twice. The first time I was extremely ill from tonsillitis, and nearly died. But the second time was memorable. It snowed! Snow wasn't common at all, Even though it was very cold in the winters, snow was rare. It had snowed in the night, the storm moving on. We woke to a different world, crisp and clear. Night had silently gifted a decent heavy snow. Enveloping the Land completely.

The father took the boy and I with him to check remote rain meters. It was early morning. Their farm a very very large farm. We drove for a long time. As we drove it became flatter and flatter. Until we came to the most middle of nowhere place I've ever been in. I cannot now imagine a place which could be more so.

To our naked view, completely smooth in all directions. Thinking back and picturing my memory, it feels like I could actually see the curvature of the earth. So perhaps not completely flat. On all sides we could see the Land reach out to what seemed like forever. Now, if I look at the memory, the land indeed flowed out to infinity. And on that day, perfectly white and smooth. The sky was clear and bright, not a single cloud. Completely pure. It's the most absolute sight I've ever seen. The purity and balance were incomparable. Beautiful beyond description.


The beauty not only from the purity of the scenery, from the never-ending white in all directions, but beauty also because of Presence. Out there, in the middle of that nowhereness. the *Earth* was all around us. Undeniably irrefutable we *were* on the Earth. The exposure, with absolutely nothing in any direction to provide even the merest hint of shelter or familiarity, the isolation, brought home most vividly to me, we were indeed just that, alone. An amazing feeling, a feeling of peace and joy.

It's difficult to describe the entirety of my feelings, or the full experience. It was simply just beautiful, peaceful, and joyful. With that clear feeling of Presence. That's why the feeling of being alone, out there, far far removed from anything known, didn't matter, but was actually joyful. Because Presence infused me out there. And it was exquisite. I didn't have the words or the conceptions then to describe what I felt. But I can clearly see it, feel it, now in my memory. There was a knowing that the earth, the Land, was there, would always be there. And that alone was enough.

I have not expressed this memory and that experience in this way before. But then I never expressed it much to anyone, except as a brief telling of an unusual and exceptional view. But I find, that when a memory, no, when an experience, sticks with me, and it sticks because it's significant, there's a very profound reason for it. In my other experiences, such as the incidents, I knew when they happened they were important, had significance, profound meaning, and they had impact to me then, when they happened.

But this experience is different. A deep feeling for me always. One which had sublime significance. I never before fully expressed what I had experienced, and because of that, I didn't put all the pieces together. It's a strange sensation. Knowing I knew, but yet didn't know. This is the power of recounting the Memorable Events in one's life. It's one of the reasons I write, and publish in some way my recountings. One needs a medium and a focus, for the reason of leveraging a thorough Awareness of our Significant Experiences.

This expression needs to be purposeful, thorough, needing the leverage of artistry. Our Memorable Events need to be brought forth in a context of creative immersion, for it's through artistry the doors to the Abstract open, and our soul's poetry can find release.

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- Continued in Chapter 11 – The Lines of Understanding.

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Anomalies and Attunement

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/Anomalies-and-Attunement-e30n4s

W: ...Anomalies - have any presented themselves?
Syl: No none, just have to wait and do what I can in the meantime.
When we've been presented with a Path, a project, a task, a doing thus of some kind, then it's all about actually doing it and getting it done. If we're not stuck, then there's no need for Anomalies, so they're typically absent if we're being sensible and acting with Sobriety and Impeccability. If for some reason our Impeccability leads us in a non-ideal direction, it can happen, then yes, we might encounter an Anomaly to alert us, other than that, not. :) :D
W: So if you've been Impeccable whilst working on a project, there's usually no need for anomalies unless stuck?
Syl: Yes. Anomalies are really only for when we don't know and cannot know via ordinary means.
W: I see - Anomalies are thus an extra-ordinary way of knowing!
Syl: Right. Think of it in deep sub-conscious terms, as connecting to a knowing you don't usually have access to, because it's not typically needed, since mostly we deal with the ordinary.
W: A complement to Impeccability.
Syl: Bingo. :)
W: Cool.
Syl: They're Alerts, to pay Attention.
W: Hmmm?
Syl: A tip-off More is involved.
W: But there's "Always More" :)
Syl: Lol, yeah. But we aren't always able to access that More.
W: Why not? Is it because what you've done is fit to purpose and Enough?
Syl: Able, as in, there's time-pressure of some sort. 
In the life-context, yes we do need More, but that's a pursuit of the More we're on already.
Yes on the fit-to-purpose.
W: Ah, so this is specific to tasks?


Syl: Not necessarily tasks only, Anomalies are connected to our Intent. Anomalies are connections to the Unknown, when that's necessary. Usually we have more than enough available to us we can Apply, but sometimes we need that bit extra.
We're always extending the known, mostly it's an expanding, not a jump or leap. But, sometimes that's necessary, so Anomalies are that Door to More.
It's Conceptual-Shifting really.
W: Will anomalies come up in the workshop content, given that it's about perspective-shifting?Is that appropriate? It's mainly about the participants drawing conclusions, innit?
Syl: Not this workshop, no. It's too big a topic. Anomalies is a workshop all it's own. 
You have the fullness of Impeccability and Sobriety already, and Trust, those are prerequisites to fully understand and grok.
Also, Attunement is critical for Anomalies.
W: What would a workshop on anomalies be called?
Syl: It's an A-fest with Anomalies. Awareness, Attention, Attunement, leading to Alignment with the Awareness the Anomalies generate.
And yes, it's profound Perspective-Shifting. Perspective-Shifting is an Overall Theme for our Workshops in general.
A good question. Gimme sec...
W: "Connecting to More?"
Syl: Yes, that would be good.
W: Or, "Connecting to the Unknown."
So the anomalies workshop sets up Awareness of: Trust, Sobriety and Impeccability?
Syl: The Anomalies Workshop would be called: "Perspective-Shifting via Non-Ordinary Attention."
Yes, on those three. That's the foundation. Then comes Attunement.
W: Trust and Impeccability go together. Then, how can we not have Sobriety?
Syl: Attunement is an Application of Trust, Sobriety and Impeccability.
Yes. And: 
"We Trust in our Sobriety, the foundation of our Impeccability." 
Those three are a trinity. There are many of those Golden-Triangles of Power in the A+ Philosophy. Love them.
Exactly. And when we Trust our Sobriety, we are Impeccable. :) :D
When our Trust is founded on Sobriety, it's Impeccable.
And when our Impeccability is founded on Sobriety, we can Trust it.
Inextricably connected. :) :D So love it.
W: I Trust my Impeccability. It's founded on Sobriety.Empowered Sober Positivity.
Syl: Anomalies are like an X-Factor. And also, we mustn't forget Attunement and Alignment.


W: I felt inspired to give someone a book for whom it may be an anomaly. So I feel like an instrument of Magic. Even though the motivation is gratitude.
Syl: Excellent!
Anomalies are key in another respect, because they're super fun, a Joy, and More. They connect us to Superlatives-of-Being, which is critical in our overall Attunement. If we're not so Attuned that Joy is not part of our Impeccability and Sobriety, then we're not being Impeccable in the Overall and not so in regard to our Well-being!!!
W: I like that! Sober Joy is a vital part of Impeccability.
Syl: I love that also, when we are such instruments. It's Living-Without-Agenda and is HUGE for Attunement. Imperative!
YES!!! Joyful Sobriety is huge. An Accomplishment to attain!!
So you see. Anomalies as a Workshop entails much.
Now also, Attunement is particularly important as Anomalies are part of a spectrum. On the one end are Anomalies proper, (like maybe in Star Trek,) the completely unexplainable, but to us, in every-day life, they are akin to magical representations or manifestations, 'cause there's really no other way to explain them.
On the other end of the range we have clues, hints, tips, confirmations, agreements. etc.
You had such recently.
W: Inexplicable, but not Inscrutable? Else what would be the value.I did?
Syl: So there's a whole lot More to Anomalies. Not all are logic and statistic defying occurrences, but often reassurances or something along that end of matters. And sometimes even a kind of pat-on-the-back from the U. :) :D
Yes. You called it an Anomaly, but was more like an agreement or confirmation.
W: Which one?Ah the gift of the book I received!
Syl: Again, if we think of it in sub-conscious terms, it's when we filter what connects and is Pertinent and Relevant, that's if we're open and Attuned. :) :D
Yes!!! That was it, the Anomalous book gift from your old boss!
W: Yes, that was confirmation that I'd acted Impeccably in my resignation. And can Trust that I'll receive a good written reference.


Syl: It's not a full-on Anomaly because it doesn't defy logic or statistic. It's not impossible. Or even wildly improbable. Yes. Not probable, but you see what I mean. It's a spectrum. :) :D There's Value in it all of course.
W: And that I'm on a useful path to replace anxiety/negative worry with a focus on good possibilities.
Or rather, negative and positive possibilities, without negative emotion!
Syl: Yes. On the entire flow of it. You're seeing the connections and the results etc. in your Overall, because you're Attuned to that all. See how important Attunement is?
Yes, The replacement of Anxiety is what this Entire conversation is about!!!
W: Attunement is Openness to Magic and More?
Syl: Every aspect and concept and part of it and the whole, the More of it, it's all about anxiety-replacement!!!!
Yes, that's part of it, Attunement is also connectivity to flow, to pattern, to the larger movement of Life.
 Attunement in kayaking is being connected to the Entire river!!!
Attunement is also the connection of experience, and our larger Awareness, to Extrapolation and Anticipation, to the future, but only in the sense of monitoring the larger flow of events. If we're not Attuned we could miss the waterfalls coming up. :) :D
Or forks in the river too wide to see until it's too late if we're not also looking at the overall. :) :D
Attunement is Dancing with Life. We need to hear that music and magic of its Rhythm. <3
W: -Attunement is also anticipation of the future flow of life as if a river.-It's an Overview Perspective.
Syl: Yes, how Now connects to Then.
It's a connectedness to all the elements which pertain and are a factor in Life. *Our* Life specifically. A connectedness to Life overall, a feel and connection to "what's going on" as it applies to and is Relevant and Pertinent to us. 
W: Hence also to Joy in Life.Instead of anxiety.Because "what's going on" is predominantly Good.


Syl: YES!! Exactly!
Attunement is paying Deliberate and Sophisticated Attention to our inter-connectedness and to the Intent of matters. Not only how our Intent is unfolding, but to the Intents of the World, and in particular to the larger Intent of Life itself, the *Intent-To-Awareness.*
Intent is a huge deal, and central to all of this. It's like the backbone to all these ribs.
"*Anomalies are intricately connected to our Intent.*"
W: -Attunement is being attentive to our Intent to Goodness and Life's Intent to Awareness.-
Yes, it's easy to see "confirmation" and positive feedback loops around even negative ideas.Discretion is required.Appropriateness.
Syl: Yes!!!! Discretion, Discernment and Discrimination. A D-triangle!!!
W: :)
Syl: Potent stuff. A big-deal Workshop.
W: 'Twill be amazing.
Syl: And yeah, 'twill be.:P
When we're Attuned, stuff is just right, and also, stuff is just awesome on many many levels. It's so cool. That multi-layered fantasticness, the very essence of Magic.The rewards are potent bonuses.<3
W: Yes, Magic isn't just about our own anomalies. We can also pass on Magic to others, wittingly or unwittingly.It's fun to be doing that again.
Syl: Yeah. It's a whole other Way-of-Living.
W: Because I tuned into Magic to find what customers requested.
Syl: Nice. Most cool.
W: I Trusted I would find, and then I went looking, and they would appear.
Syl: Yeah, see - Attunement, it's awesome. You were Attuned to the customer's Intent, and your Intent to match them Appropriately, and so it all worked out. Good to name what we do instinctively!
W: I'd kinda forgotten that I used Magic and Trust in business in this way!That's awesome. <3
Syl: Yes!! I was just writing about this, how remembering what we know is a something. :) :D
W: Yes, there was also Impeccability.


Syl: So awesome. To be specifically Aware of what we do, adds so much, 'cause then it leads to deeper Discernment and to Understanding and greater Application. :) :D
W: Good to access positive memories about that.
Syl: Nice, to find your treasure. :) :DYes. re-framing. And lol, of course, Perspective-Shifting, to see your own innate Sensibility and Magic and Application-of-Intent. :) :DWe know More than we know we know.
W: Yes.'Twill be interesting to see how I can apply Magic and Trust in business again, in my new job!I'm ready for it.Along with ethical Impeccability, this time.Which, happily, is something new boss consciously values.'Twill be good to leverage Magic in business, as I anticipate being very busy in this role.
Syl: Yes!!! I feel the main focus and Intent of the new job, when Attuning to the overall flow of things and this particular manifestation, is one of Application. It's the Appropriate circumstance for you to Align to the forces of your Self-Transformation Intent. To me the entire job is summed up in the shift and transformation and application of W to New Real W. Your new job to me represents owning and claiming yourself, and your power and your magic and all of the above we talked about. Attuning to the real full you and adding More on top of that!!
W: Yes!
Transformation to New W, who expects and Trusts in Goodness (mine and Life's) and sees negative and positive possible outcomes without negative emotion.And who connects with the Goodness of others.
Syl: YES!!!!!!!!!!! <3 :) <3And to Power. The Power of Impeccability!!!!
W: What's that?
Syl: Power is energy, energy we can use.Magic more usable.
W: To give my Energy to being Impeccable?And hence leverage Magic.
Syl: Yes. Power via your Impeccability.
W: Ah.


Syl: Impeccability is the best use of energy, and thus, we free up energy when we're Impeccable, energy normally fully consumed by nonsense, (like anxiety) and thus wasted, but, when it's freed up, we get to use it on Intent manifestation and Attunement Alignment and all sorts of magic. :) :D
W: Excellent!!!Maybe that's why I have more Energy now.I'm on an Impeccable path.
Syl: Most most Excellent. Power, this kind of Power, is a More!
W: Set in motion by resigning from a toxic situation, and in an impeccable way.
Syl: YES!!! And Power also comes from Purpose, Capital P Purpose, and from Resolution.
Yes, That's also Attunement, and how everything is inter-connected.
Everything!!
W: <3 I have lots more energy now.
Syl: Yay cool on the energy. :) :D
W: Today I'll be inspired by Attunement.
Syl: Yes!!!! Pay Attention to that flow, that larger-picture flow, and how you can Align when opportunity presents.
Pertinence via Intent and Attunement and Anomalies.
The Theme of Awareness, Discernment, and Understanding is huge in all of this, and everything. Another theme is Being Real. Self-rejection, denial-of-reality, non-acceptance etc, all stem from not being Real. :)
And what's missing is Replacement, some other Way-of-Being which makes all the techniques and focuses on anxiety moot. Attunement is such a lifestyle, mindset, Awareness, and above all, it's an *Attention* which holds the mind and body, because we are not only paying Attention to thinking, but to *Feeling.* Feeling Impeccable Empowered Positive Sobriety, and feeling Joy, because of course Feeling Impeccable Empowered Positive Sobriety IS Joyful, a Joyful act, and this in itself is then again Empowering. And of course that's Positive, and an act of Sobriety, so we have setup a different self-reinforcing Loop.
These self-reinforcing Loops are vitally critical and make all the difference. Just like Trust, Impeccability and Sobriety are a Loop also. And Attunement is a Loop with Anomalies, Attention and Alignment. That whole discussion on Anomalies, and what all is needed to support it, essentially the Anomalies Workshop, that all Loops. Ways-of-Being, Ways-of-Living, and especially Ways-of-Feeling are looping-ways, potent and powerful because of Emphasis. And of course, the One Concept - Appropriateness. When that's always in mind, and something like anxiety comes along, and we ask ourselves: "How is this Appropriate?" And we cannot answer, well then we have a Power-Loop which takes care of anything.
Using Appropriate, we come to the *Positivity* of caution from the negativity of anxiety, and we do this by a *very* simple act of magic. By waving our magic wand of Perspective-Shifting, and bingo, we're there. Just that *one* tiny act and tiny Shift-of-Perspective from anxiety to caution literally changes the world we live in. When we realise the Magic of Perspective-Shifting, our world changes because we realise we have an inordinate power which really requires us to do almost nothing. There's no effort involved, no great feats of learning required, no struggle, it's not complicated, difficult, or anything we can't do, it's just simple Awareness of the *possibility.* That's All!!! How Awesome is that??!!!
Everything, absolutely everything is dependent on our Perspective. That's the key ingredient and the magic ingredient also, if everything depends on Perspective, then we have the power to change everything. And the Magic of it is, that it's SOOOOO Simple!!! The connection here is that Anomalies are for the purpose of Perspective-Shifting, and re-Attuning us!!
Thus, lol, "Life Is Easy."
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The Young Young Man's Story Ch 10 Part 2 - A Strategic Stand

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story-Ch-10-Part-2---A-Strategic-Stand-e2st7t
Continued from Ch 10 Part 1:  https://sylsabastian.blogspot.com/2019/01/the-young-young-mans-story-ch-10-re.html

“I particularly like the YM stories where he shares in third person,” Biella said. “This particular Young Man recounting is different in a few ways...” Biella set herself for the telling.

“The Young Man said to his Heart, 'My project of making a collection of the Memorable Events of my life has raised some... umm... The Young Man wasn't sure quite how to describe what he thought.

'Some what?' His Heart inquired gently. The Young Man was at a loss.'

'Anomalies....no. Oddities, peculiarities....no. Well yes....not in the usual way. Ah! Pattern!! That's it. There's Pattern. It's the implications of pattern which are unusual, and interesting.'

'Yes!' his Heart encouraged eagerly.”

Biella adjusted her posture and continued, “The Young Man at this point of his life wasn't a young man in the technical sense anymore. But he always remained youthful inside. 'The Memorable Events,' he said, 'they lead me on interesting paths. Let me tell you a story.' He grinned at his Heart. 'It's an experiment for me.' Clearing his throat dramatically he began:

'”…you know what will happen if you don't,” the father said to his son. Dinner time for the young boy had become a strategic issue. He was approaching school age and was now eating at the main dinner table with the rest of the family. Previously he had eaten in the kitchen with his younger sister and the servants. Bedtime had been too early to stay up for dinner.'

'The boy nodded. He had given the matter considerable thought. How best to deal with his predicament.' The Young Man paused to explain to his Heart: 'The boy's parents thought of themselves as progressive. They were ambitious. But still they succumbed to convention. More than they were willing to acknowledge. They regarded themselves as sensible, as intelligent people. Particularly the boy's father. An early intellectual before the term became fashionable.'

'What was the boy's predicament?' His Heart asked.

'Eating,' the Young Man said, deliberately creating some mystery. His Heart merely smiled indulgently, familiar with his ploy. 'His parents were insisting he eat food extremely distasteful to his specific and definite food tastes. They had very broad palates, the father an omnivore. The boy felt he wasn't being unreasonable to refuse eating the particular foods. To him similar to eating soap or something equally inedible. His body rebelled against such wrongness, but he never complained. He simply ate what he could and left the rest. He was content to eat this way. Satisfied to make the best of it, if left to himself. He would not dish up the foods he didn't like and therefore would not have to waste if it were his choice. But his father was insisting he eat the food he could not, or face punishment.' The Young Man stopped.

'There's More to this story,' he said. His Heart laughed happily, 'Isn't there always?'


'Yes indeed,' he smiled back at her. 'The boy had considered his options carefully. Had thought through the possible outcomes. He had hoped his quiet non-fuss would allow the matter to go unnoticed. However he was prepared for the situation at hand. He didn't ignore his father's warning. A specific pre-considered action. He simply didn't comply.'

'What's the difference?' his Heart asked.

'To ignore would be to imply stubbornness, or to create the idea of resistance. Or criticism of the policy. The boy was being careful to not convey any of these.'

'How did that help him?'

'He wanted to keep emotion from the situation. A most important concern. The consequence his father threatened was corporal punishment.'

'Ah yes,' his Heart said, 'still a factor back then.'

'”Very well,” his father said pointing to a spot next to the table, waiting for the boy to comply. The boy calmly went and stood on the spot. "Touch your toes," his father said, remaining seated and continuing to eat. Leaving the boy in this position. But the boy *knew,* he knew his father's feeble ploy. He simply waited in this position. Showing no emotion. Revealing no effect other than acceptance. If this was to be what he had to go through in order not the eat the distasteful food, so be it. He would simply accept the consequence.'

'He had a plan,' the Young Man's Heart said.

'Yes indeed. The boy knew administering corporal punishment without emotion was extremely difficult. Not only that, he knew his father was filled with self-importance. In fact, he was counting on this to leverage his father's flaw. Knowing his calm acceptance and lack of resistance in any way would make his father look like a bully. And worse, it would make him look like an arse, make him look feeble, ineffectual, and lame. His father would not like to be seen implementing a policy which had no real rational justification. Merely a policy mired in convention. The boy didn't want to be treated conventionally. He was already aware of the severe detriments.'

'What happened?'

'He received a few smacks with the shoe. His father forced to go through with it, the awareness of the awkwardness plain. The boy returned to the table still calm and accepting. Not showing any criticism whatsoever. He knew if he did, such reaction would trigger a justification. This he didn't want. He wanted his father to reconsider. He also knew that wasn't enough. The self-important didn't change their edicts and opinions easily. No, he had to use something more powerful. His father's self-importance was his tool. The only emotion the boy showed was disappointment in his father. Disappointment at his lack of reason, and disappointment in his father's unthinking adherence to convention. He'd deliberately made the effort to shift the focus from disobedience to an issue of rationality.'

'I'm waiting...' his Heart said, hints of an impish smile threatening to spring free.

'For...' the Young Man prompted. Too engrossed to noticed the tease.

'For the More,' his Heart giggled, emphasising the rhyme.


'Ah yes,' the Young Man said earnestly, now not showing any recognition of the tease whatsoever. He'd been slow the first time, but he would use his miss to counter-tease his Heart. 'Well....' he said even more seriously. Adopting a lecturing tone, he continued. 'You have to understand how it was. All the various particulars and conformities and ramibunctufications and all the general delighted teasing that prevailed.' He could hold his laughter no longer. Laughing happily he took in the mock scowl from his Heart.

'Very funny!' She said in that delightfully cute way of hers.

He grinned mischievously. 'But yes, there is More, quite a bit More.' The Young Man returned to his story telling voice and continued, 'The boy didn't eat the distasteful food that day and no more was said. So far so good.'

'The next time the issue came up the boy again simply accepted the consequence without any judgement. This time adding resignation, just faintly, to the milder disappointment. As if he had accepted his father was going to insist on being shallow. The father again looked silly. Even more so. When the possibility of this becoming a pattern came to his father's understanding, as the boy knew it would, his father would be in a jam. He was counting on it. Yes, he was prepared for a few hidings, but if it were to be absolutely every single time then he would have to come up with a different solution. He was counting on his father's self-importance. And counting on his father's lack of ethics, his ability to be dishonest.'

'It's amazing what we know, even without words,' his Heart said. 'At first, the words make us know less,' she didn't elaborate, she never needed to.

'Yes,' the Young Man agreed. 'The boy knew much. His insight he felt simply because he'd taken the time to think his predicament through to the end. Not feeling clever or special or anything of the sort, merely using what to him was obvious. He knew his father would not want to continue looking foolish, understanding his father wasn't going to officially renounce the policy. Knowing the solution lay in hypocrisy, where he would simply be ignored. Or the pretence would be made of not noticing. A compromise via unspoken agreement.'

His Heart said, 'Discipline was effectively vanquished.'

'Yes. The boy had made a stand of principle. He'd shown he was prepared to pay the consequences of his decisions. His stand had not only won the unacknowledged respect of his parents and siblings, but had secured an even greater victory. He'd won his freedom! He'd won the Battle of Truth. He knew he could not again ever be challenged on matters where he had sense and reason on his side. His parents now knew he could make a stand, aware a stand like that would expose their hypocrisy and lack of ethics. Expose their shallow thinking and adherence to convention for appearance sake. Any stand on truth would bring into dispute their aspirations of being special and liberal. Underneath they were no different to those they looked down on. They too were conformists.'

'The boy knew it,' his Heart echoed.

'Yes. It had been a costly victory, but not really, an insignificant inconvenience in the long term. A very minor price to pay for freedom. His parents never insisted with him again. They maintained the surface pretence of being in charge, which he left alone. He knew they needed this crutch in order to placate themselves internally.' The Young Man wound down the story, his tone adapting. The mischief still in him.


'Err...' the Young Man mumbled with mock apology, 'There's still a bit More...' and laughed. 'The consequences for the boy were profound as he'd also leveraged himself. He could not ever after behave in any other way except scrupulously and impeccably. One slip and his victory would be undone. His parents would pounce on any ethical breach or compromise and overreact to right the imbalance. He'd have to be inordinately attentive to his behaviour and its implications. This suited the boy. He relished the challenge, liking the strategy and how it motivated, pressured, and leveraged him, standing him in good stead all his life as it became a habit of necessity. His choice and preference. He'd a severe distaste for the corruption-of-self he saw in his parents. He had no respect for them and saw they didn't respect themselves either. The boy was exceedingly glad his Strategic Stand had forced him to be Impeccable, as he already understood how easily one could be tempted and corrupted. He'd seen it happen to his parents and his three siblings. That one stand changed his life. He would come to appreciate it even more as he grew older.'

The Young Man smiled fondly, embracing his Heart with his eyes. 'Now to get to my point.' His Heart surprised him by rolling her eyes in exaggerated exasperation. He laughed. 'The question is why?'

'Yes why?' His Heart agreed, not fully understanding where he was going but playing along.

'Yes, why did I choose?'

'Why did you choose what?' The Young Man's Heart knew he liked to be asked the obvious questions. Such inquiries gave him licence, pulling the More from his depths when so leveraged.

'Why did I choose those parents. Why did I choose to have such distinctly limited food tastes,' the Young Man said, intriguing his Heart.

'Because it makes sense,' his Heart said, not in any way surprised at this complete shift in the conversation. She took the assumptive speculation completely in stride, able to go right into something new without pause.

The Young Man chuckled. 'This is the pattern which extrudes itself from my Collection of Memorable Events. It's all too neat. It makes so much sense in so many ways. And all so convenient. Made me think....' No need for explanation, they knew the implication. 'I do so love what-ifs. Sometimes they fit so marvellously. If I assume I'd chosen my parents somehow. If I assume I had the ability to choose certain aspects about myself, it opens up so much. For one, that Strategic Stand makes even more sense, becoming part of a larger strategy. Adding explanation of how the boy was aware of all he was aware of. Not that there isn't any reason he couldn't have been aware of those particular understandings under normal circumstances, but makes it less unusual. Not that there was anything unusual about the boy except he came with the default setting of thinking things through to the end. That's really it. The rest just followed from responding Appropriately.' The Young Man caught himself and grinned with self-awareness.

'It changes Responsibility,' his Heart said.


'It does indeed. That's what made me pursue this perspective approach. Besides fitting so neatly, so extraordinarily, it's a fantastic mechanism for Self-Leverage. You know how I love Leverage and Value. Here's not only a splendid potential mystery, it's also a mechanism which has practical Value. We only have to adopt this idea as an exercise to get benefit. If we take our own Strategic Stand that we ourselves are indeed the ones who chose the circumstances of our birth, we then have to assume full Responsibility for what transpires from that decision. And we have to figure out the Good reasons for doing so.'

His Heart pondered this. “It matters not if we believe the idea or not, it's Valuable,' she said.

'Massively Valuable,' the Young Man agreed, 'We're provided with a context and perspective from which we see so much More. A different pattern in play which highlights the incredible genius of our non-self. How can we complain with this idea in play? We simply have to look for and extract the Value. And once we get into the spirit of the exercise, set aside any reservations and concerns pertaining to validity of belief. None of that matters anyway, we can extract so much good. For me the greater Value resides in what's implied about my Deep-Self. This perspective of choosing how my life started shows me not only what I need and needed to learn, but also what's truly of importance to me. It's as if the circumstances besides being forced lessons, are also designed to unequivocally encourage me to *implement* what's of the utmost Value.'"

From: Tales of the Young Man - Collected Works

*
Ursula had some concern which found its way into a comment, “I'll come back to the speculation, as interesting as that is, and powerful, I have to clear something first. The Young Boy manipulated his father, I don't see a way around it.”

Biella's sobriety infused her posture, filling her with thoughtfulness. “The Young Man knew it also, the implications had a deep influence on him and his ethics. Only once did he deliberately manipulate for personal gain. But in that instance, he had no regrets, doubts or concerns. His father again, the only time he ever asked for anything. Considering the totality of the nothing he'd received, he felt his request valid, and leveraged his father's self-importance again, this time using the benefit of public appearance resulting from the 'generosity.'”

“But, he had a lifelong reluctance to use this ability, even for good purpose. The line between making a good case and manipulation usually too fine for his comfort. The consequence resulting in self-imposed limitations. This question of manipulation vs awareness vs integrity vs sensibility vs effectiveness, is one we have to be particularly cognisant of. We need to make sure we remain mindful. Awareness, insight, and understanding are powerful tools, but can come with a heavy price when it comes to ethical considerations. The path of right and good is not always easy or convenient.”

Continued in part 3 - Doors to the Abstract.


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The Young Young Man's Story Ch 10 – Re-Regulating the Rules Part 1

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story-Ch-10--Re-Regulating-the-Rules-Part-1-e2sjhp
Continued from Ch 9:  https://sylsabastian.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-young-young-mans-story-ch-9-lore-of.html

5/11, 7:08pm
The Young Man: - Haha lol - I think I might call you LiMour. :D

L: - “Haha yes it's I, LiMour, scratch my back please.”

The Young Man: - Lol :D I shall scratch your mind.....with my word scratchings.

L: - “Still working, blah.”

The Young Man: - Me too. Do you have a long way to go?

L: - “No, maybe 30 min...”

The Young Man: - Oh most yay. :) The Home stretch. The time to be most most vigilant...

Douglas Bader, a famous WWII ace fighter pilot, wrote about how he would tail the German fighter pilots back to their bases. He would hang back and wait, and wait and wait. Passing up supposed opportunity after opportunity. Waiting until their home base was in sight. Then, he knew, was when they would relax their vigil.

That's when he would strike. For that's when he knew it was a certainty, and not merely an opportunity. Just as they had known that once they were in the Home Stretch their safety was a certainty.

L: - “Is that YYMs thoughts or Old Young Man narrating? :- :D ”

The Young Man: - A YYM story. That's when he encountered it. Stayed with him always. He never relaxes his Vigil until he's safely in the hanger. Even then, there's always some Vigil. Always.

L: - “So he heard about that WWII dude how?”


The Young Man: - From reading his autobiography. He read many of them among other readings.

L: - “Okay, continue. :D ”

The Young Man: - Trying to remember the name of the book. Lol, I can picture the cover somehow.

L: - “No need to explain further.”

The Young Man: - I remember very very little from all my reading. I mean specific things. That story is very heavily paraphrased to express what I extracted from the story. But that's always how I read, or interacted or absorbed. I only remember my TakeAways. Always, my TakeAways the only thing which mattered to me.

Sometimes I know I have the story remembered differently and then I will not tell it as a remembrance, then I'll tell it as my own story for that's when they become ours, when we make them our own.

Haha too late. :)

L: - “Haha.”


The Young Man: - That's an important point for me. :) <3
So all good. :)

I'm thinking back to the years in that country town. Thinking of my social side. There was none really. No particular need for any. All very anonymous. School was simply going. Wasn't much that happened. Nothing which motivated or drew me to do anything other than what was required.

I did well at the schoolwork, always in the top few in the class. But that didn't matter to me in the least. Simply just another fact. Same as I had blonde hair. I had taken heed of the bathroom incident. I was simply myself, and didn't at the same time do anything which would have been inappropriate. Neither did I ever feel inhibited or constrained.

But yet despite all that there was a difference between my social side and my private side. Not a matter of behaviour. But of perception, of Understanding. Of knowing things which I knew would not be appreciated if shown. I didn't hide them specifically. There's a difference, a significant difference. If I'd been asked, I would have shared. As politely as I was capable, but I would have shared. Asking, with matters of that nature, was however not a probability. I knew this also.

In the year I turned nine, my parents decided to move to the Middle Town. The one which had all those various social features. The criteria necessary to satisfy their ambitions. They had much ambition, for themselves and their children. Their ambition was blatant, obvious, and to me, tainted. Unfortunately apparent how they pursued much and did much, not because they really had a true interest, but because they believed it would advance their agendas and how they appeared to others.

“Why do parents believe their children are blind to them? They aren't. All they do is teach them to lie.” - A thought which comes to me now as I write.

My parents and sisters moved during the mid-year holidays (vacation) to the Middle Town. For some reason it was okay for them to change schools mid-year, but for my brother and I, it wasn't. We stayed behind at boarding school for the remainder of that year.

In two different boarding schools, one for grades one through five, where I went. The other grades four through twelve, for my brother. Other than being forced to eat whatever the food of the day was, the stay at the boarding school was uneventful. Except on the weekends.

A quick note on that eating. I quickly had to find a strategy to deal with the problem. I couldn't always find a willing taker. Or an unwilling one on whose plate I might dump the offending offerings. Besides, that was hazardous. If caught, it would mean a caning.

I solved the problem by doing what others weren't prepared to do. I ate extremely slowly, Very very slowly. I knew they could not force me to eat quickly. As long as it seemed a natural way of eating, the teachers, who ate in the same eating hall, would leave soon enough, when the “normal' eating time expired. Which they did. I was then free to dispose of the inedible food. This strategy worked like a charm. An early use of the Power-of-Patience

[Which reminds me of an earlier Significant Memory for the Young Boy.]

Continued in Part 2 - A Strategic Stand...


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DIVORCED PERSPECTIVE

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"I used to spend much time with divorce lawyers, as you know. There was one who stuck with me, as a person. A fair and good man. A rarity among attorneys, especially divorce lawyers. He had a reputation of looking out for the interests of both parties. It made him highly sought after. I asked him how he came to determine what was fair. He said:

"The women always get screwed. It's just the nature of the situation, hard to avoid. And the guys always want to make a cheap pay-off. That's typically how they see it. How did I know it was fair? When the guy was uncomfortable. Not hurting or raging, but uncomfortable. Then I knew I was where it was good. It was always more than the figure the guy had in mind. When it comes to settlements, guys are stupidly cheap."

"You have a reputation for getting both parties to agree. How did you manage that?"

"First, I never took on raging couples. Those were about revenge and pain, not settlement. Only those who genuinely wanted to settle things. I would ask them, 'Is this about money or is it about settling things?' Once they understood that it was called a settlement for a reason, I could work with them. I would privately ask the women what they wanted. Not what they thought was their due. Just what they wanted to settle things. The women almost always knew what I meant. Settling things is about much much more than money."

"Money is merely the mechanism whereby the total issues are settled. It's closure. The women always wanted to move on. They understood settlement meant leaving things in such a way that there are no come-backs and implications. The women typically thought in longer-terms than the men."

"They inevitably asked for not nearly as much as a court would award them. Much much less. I would point it out, and they always said, 'Yes, I know. But I want to settle things, not have comebacks and hold-overs. No emotional obligations.' The guys always thought in accountant terms. All numbers and figures. And always trying to do some kind of math to come out with the least they can get away with."

"Yes, that has been my experience also. How did you get the men to be happy about a higher number?"

"I pointed out that a settlement is a Settlement. The point of it is to not leave anything that could come back to bite you. I would point out that there is no such thing as a private settlement, break up, or divorce. Just doesn't happen. It doesn't matter how discreet and private the woman is, in order for her to continue she at some point has to divulge the settlement with someone. Word gets out. It's just how it is. People put two and two together easily in matters like this. Because everyone at some point has been in the same boat or has close friends who have been."

"Divorces are the least private of all affairs. I pointed out to the men, that the smart thing to do, was to treat the settlement as an Investment. It was an investment in the future, in peace of mind, in no strings attached. But, I pointed out that was not the most important part of the investment. What they were really investing in was their reputation."

"Indeed that is so. Guys don't think things through like this. They tend to only look at the matter from their personal point of view. They never realise divorce is a communal affair."

"Yes. I would run through a typical scenario with the men. Then they understood. I said to them, 'Imagine your ex in a conversation with someone in the community. She's asking for advice on what to do with her life. She's moving on. She's asking for help in dealing with the money. Inevitably it goes something like this:

Wife: 'I have X Dollars available.'

Friend/advisor: 'Oh. That's all you got?'

Wife: 'It's what I asked for. I wanted things to be settled and to walk away free and clear. No baggage.'

"Oh, but, that's all you ended up with?"

"Of course the words and circumstances will vary, but the sentiments are invariably the same. The women ask for less because they want to be free. Asking for less buys them that freedom. They truly want settlement and closure. Women invest tremendously into relationships. They know there's no return on that investment once it's over. The last thing they thus want are ongoing emotional connections."

"Asking for less is thus a way to ensure that the settlement is NOT fair or in their favour. This is the price they are always happy to pay in order to be free from any further emotional connection. I made it my job to make sure they got more than the less they ask for. It's what they pay me for: fairness. The women also knew they were not entirely fair to themselves, but it was not something they could ask for themselves. It had to come from outside them. They always hoped it would come from their exes. Asking for less was a way of giving the men a chance at redemption."

"Insightful. Sadly guys seldom see this."

"Yes. My point to the men was that when the women get more than what they asked for they become inadvertent advocates for their exes. If anyone tries to say anything bad about the ex or the settlement, they will defend him, saying, 'But that was actually more than what I asked for, what I wanted. And it is good. And I am happy. I didn't even want more. I didn't want to be beholden in any way. I want to move on. But it was fair, so I am content.'"

"They want this. Because what they really want is to not have any room for the issue to be discussed. When they can say they got what they asked for, and even a bit more, it closes the discussion down and they don't have to go into the painful memories of the failure of their emotional investment. This is something men almost never comprehend, how much the women have emotionally invested."

"But they can comprehend the value this has to their reputations and to their business. It's thus that the settlement amount is an investment. I always tell them to think of it as an investment into ongoing positive PR. When looked at that way, it's a very very cheap investment. Especially when one looks at the damage that comes when a split is not dealt with well. When a guy walks away from the divorce deal happy, he inevitably ends up paying more for it all later. Much much more. And I remind them: It is a Settlement. The aim is to settle things. All things. And it's especially to settle the things that come afterward."

"What came before could not be settled. That's why there's a split. The settlement is always to settle what comes afterward. Once the men understood that, then they became sensible."

"Yes. Profound. Us men are not the most sensible of creatures. Yet we love to think we are. If we can get past being cheap... What you say is painfully personal to me. I learned the hard way. Now I would be happy to settle for many many more times than I did. I didn't think of the afterward at all. What an investment it would have been. Simply to invest in having no negative residue would have been worth ten times what I settled with."

"Glad to hear you say so. To give you closure, I'll add that to your bill this time."

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The Young Young Man's Story Ch 9 - Lore of the Land

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story-Ch-9---Lore-of-the-Land-e2r7ql
Continued from Ch 8-5 – Energy Building Interlude: https://sylsabastian.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-young-young-mans-story-ch-85-energy.html

Biella asked the Group, “How would you say the Young Man was influenced, or what his influences were? We've been letting the story run, but I feel it's a good time for some perspective.”

“So many potential influences,” Norma started.

“Maybe we should rather ask how he himself regarded such a question,” Ursula put in.

Biella beamed, “Yes, that is the question...”

Aki frowned with intensity, “He doesn't strike me as influenced, I don't know how to say it exactly, but something's off with that idea. The angle or the underlying assumptions which go with it don't fit.

“More like inferenced than influenced,” hrmumped Hrmumpt. (The Group had made a verb out of his particular style of commenting.) [See the New Nobility Dictionary.]

“Yeah, some kind of opposite-logic, but...” Ursula looked to Biella for satisfaction, “There's More here, what did the Young Man himself say on the subject? Going by how he responded to, “Oh, that's how it all started,” I have the feeling this is a subject he gave much thought to.”

“Just like he did everything,” put in Marko.

“Yes, he struggled with this all his life. Even as a boy, especially around the time of his profound life-shift at sixteen, he wondered how he had come to the idea, and others he had, such as his thoughts which followed the light-bulb exploding and in particular, why he thought what he thought the night of the big family drama. (Coming later.) He puzzled over where influence came from. In his case he could not find anything to attribute it to. Going all the way back to his earliest memories. No basis for assigning them to anything at all in his environment or experience was valid.”

Biella grinned, “He was left with a life-long conundrum. Various theories, suppositions and hypotheticals were entertained, but since most of those involved some other variation of reality, none could be substantiated, leaving him simply with:
'I don't know where I came from, how I came to be me, and have the thoughts and ideas I have and did. I just came out of the box with so much already there. Doesn't make much sense, but that's the reality of it.'
'All my life, I lived a life of uncovering what I knew, rather than discovering the new. Despite my deep love of the original, and my ardent pursuits of its allure, I have seldom been rewarded with its joys. I've come to feel as if I am somehow living my life backwards, or a peculiar inverse version of my existence, as if I have been folded into myself for the purposes of recovering what I stored within myself according to critical importance. The older I get, and the more I identify value, especially Value-of-Usefulness, the more I see how that was in me from the start. How? I don't know.'
'But, this intriguing peculiarity-of-being resolves me to pay inordinate Attention to refining what would be of use to me should I re-do the whole thing.'”

Biella finished with, “He would however agree he perhaps was influenced by not. Let's take a look at such circumstances of influence-by-inference and implication.”


5/11, 6:49pm

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I remember the people of that remote small town, and the farmers. Especially the farmers. They lived in another time, another reality. I would go with my father on house calls, to open the gates and was rewarded with a rare glimpse of people disconnected from an evolving culture.
I would enter houses of truth. When The Doctor comes, there's no pretence. The doctor already knows all. There's no point in pretending. Falsity could get you killed. Only open truth would do for the doctor. Humbled past need-for-appearance by the necessity of the call, these already deferent souls were forced to set aside their pride and honour in self-sufficiency, and in not abusing one's world, to ask for a service they could ill afford.
Tremendous deference was paid to my father simply because he was the doctor. His way of relating to poor people made him somewhat of a folk hero to them. Despite his obvious learnedness, being also surgeon and dentist in that small town, he related in their language, in their way. For that, their houses naked to him, and me.
They too were open. No best behaviour that wasn't genuine. No pretence to apologise for the humble circumstance. No resentments for the intrusion. It was what it was. He was there because he was needed. From his patients, the extraneous was set aside. For me, a view of truth difficult to obtain ordinarily.

I saw simpleness, and awareness of their simplicity. They knew it as a fact, as a truth.

I saw Goodness. A deep deep sincere earnest effort to be Good. Their reason for living - Being Good, trying to be Good. Not to Do Good necessarily. Not the trying to “help” everyone mindset. Not the false god of vanity do-gooding our modern disease of ego has generated. Theirs was simply the modest humble effort to BE Good.

I saw struggle. I saw struggle with complexity. I saw struggle with conflict, with contradiction. Above all I saw struggle with honesty and its shadow, hypocrisy, particularly their bane, forced hypocrisy via their Goodness.

I saw Honesty. For they were Honest. Hopelessly so. It was their core. But the world they found themselves in, the world which told them how to be Good, this world they could not reconcile. In this, most of all, I saw them struggle.

I saw Innocence. The Innocence of Goodness. Not the innocence of naivete. I saw a deep humility, which to me, was admirable. But I saw that humility was a flaw. For as good as it was, their fear of self-pride had no balance.


Their over-emphasised humility led them to accept less. To put up with and endure less than the least. That caused them suffering. Unneeded travail making them their own victims.

But they were Good. Truly good. I loved them for that. Even though they were hard to be with for long. For they were narrow. Very very narrow. There was no scope in their lives beyond what they were, what they had, beyond the limiting beliefs they clung to with the desperation of the spiritually lost.

This limited perspective applied to a wide range of circumstance. Their narrowness led to a closedness. In itself not necessarily detrimental. But closed them to Joy. They led largely joyless lives. An unforgivable sadness.

But they tried. They tried to be Good. That was their essence, their core. They simply didn't know how to be Good beyond their narrowness. A tragedy beyond sad.

Ultimately, they are self-abandoned Children of the Universe losing out by default. Tragically limited by their own Goodness. Constrained beyond hope by the lack of Trust in their own Sensibility.

A powerful lesson about the power of excess. Especially excess without surface extravagance. Even a potency as awesome as Humility, taken to excess, can be devastating.

That's what I saw as a Young Boy. I could not put word to my perceptions then, but I saw. Pleased I'm now able to articulate those Gifts of Awareness. They never left me. Powerful comprehensions I was fortunate to imbibe through access to those houses of truth.

Now I add the lessons of Appropriateness. Of how Appropriateness is also Balance.

But I see also how they would have believed they *were* being Appropriate. Sadly that Appropriateness was missing the key ingredient of Context. Their Awareness of Context artificially constrained by their unwillingness to make a stand, a stand based on obvious sensibility, the obvious simple Sensibility of Joy. Their belief-conformity allowed no room for true individuality. Only conformity. Believe they must, obey they must, at all costs. Doomed to a lifetime confinement in restrictive ideology never grasping the simple key of honest questioning. A lesson in the difference between sensibility and sobriety, that much needed sobriety their sensibility failed to attain.

They had no Alternate Paths to follow. Blindly believing their restrained spiritual inheritance as their only choice. When it wasn't, isn't. They were, and some still are, incapable of Perspective-Shifting to see themselves from the outside. The way even I as a boy could see them. A hard lesson for me, understanding the mere concept of distruth at the root of their rightness, utterly inconceivable to their insistence on the goodness of following the world they clung to with such determined righteousness. A heart-dampning Awareness which still lingers.

I felt them, those souls of The Land. I feel them still. Deep within I connect to their plight-of-being, right on the top centre of my chest I feel them, as an ache of waste, a terrible waste of Earnest Goodness. And I loved them, despite their misguided limitations of unawareness, and I love them still, how can I not love such goodness, regardless?

*

I remember the Land out there in the remoteness. That's how it was called. How I called it. The Land. I came to be in places far far away from conceptions of usualness. Remote remote places open to understandings of other. In those spots dwelled Spirit. A strong Presence of Spirit.

I have no other way of naming that unnameable, which is found in such faraway spots. Spirit, Earth Presence, Power, is everywhere. But in the deep Land, more noticeable, sometimes even unmistakable, if one is not consumed by agendas-of-self.

On various visits and stays I had opportunity to ride along when far fences were checked or missing sheep were sought. While work was done, I was left to my own devices. To fill time as I would out there on the Land. All I had then, was communion. For me, an air of awe pervaded. I was always quiet after being out on the Land. Speaking, for me, felt sacrilegious.

It was dry, dusty, hot, but such irrelevancies didn't matter. The experience of Land was too beautiful. The beauty of Power. A deep Power infused that Land, the Power of Sobriety. A serious, sober Land. Perhaps why those self-removed people were so. Or maybe they had affected the Land. Who is to know such things.

When I think now of the Land, I notice for all the power it had, something vital was missing. There's not a Positivity to that Land. Not a negativity either. But there's not an obvious Positivity. To me, a key ingredient. I suspect the stasis those good people of the Land found themselves in resulted from a sense of futility. Because, without Positivity, what's the point?

5/11, 7:08pm

***
Continued in Chapter 10 – Re-Regulating the Rules...

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Independence-of-Spirit and The Fable of Steve

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To me the only logic which makes sense when it comes to the Bible, Bagavad Gita, Koran, and other Scriptures is that they were written in such a way as to get us all interested, believing and thinking it's all good, it's all wonderful. Then, as we grow up, we see all those horrid truths, we realise this discrepancy, and we're forced to think for ourselves to reconcile it all. Then it's up to us to deconstruct the contradictions, to unlearn it. Only retaining that which *we* ourselves determine to be Good and Useful.

This process is magnificent for fostering Awareness, Discernment, Understanding and Independence-of-Spirit. It's a fantastic mechanism for forcing us to think for ourselves, to truly think for ourselves. Scriptures thus make sense in the Overall-Life-Perspective. For to have an honest and real opinion of Scripture which takes into account all the discrepancies, contradictions, horrors, implications, and outdated beliefs, we have to take a stand against the world. And that's Power, that's the Power of Independence and Spirit. That's the start of true individuality. We have to be able to stand up and say, "Sorry entire world, in this you are wrong, and I don't care if I am the only one saying so, for this is what I have figured out for myself, this is MY truth, this is ME."
*That* is when we start our Path.

The above applies to culture, tradition, parents, schooling, organised religion, convention, and anything where what is “supposed to be,” does not hold up under scrutiny.
Thus, all of these are marvellous tools for getting us to break free and to start on that incredibly marvellous journey of deciding for ourselves who and what we are. What we think and what we believe. What we hold dear, and what truly matters to us. That journey, is the Journey of Awareness.
It truly is a wonderful world. If only we know sooner.

*

The Fable of Steve:

Steve was a bright young man. Steve remembered something he had said:

"I reached the pinnacle of success in the business world.
In others’ eyes, my life is an epitome of success."

Steve was interested in literature, in personal growth, in spirituality.

His words came to him:

"However, aside from work, I have little joy. In the end, wealth is only a fact of life that I am accustomed to."

He remembered more of his words. But he was healthy, strong, vibrant, believing he knew what's important.

"At this moment, lying on the sick bed and recalling my whole life, I realize that all the recognition and wealth that I took so much pride in, have paled and become meaningless in the face of impending death.
In the darkness, I look at the green lights from the life supporting machines and hear the humming mechanical sounds, I can feel the breath of god of death drawing closer…"

It made no sense. Steve was young, with little money. He had other interests. Before he became fully involved in business he went on a spiritual quest.

"Now I know, when we have accumulated sufficient wealth to last our lifetime, we should pursue other matters that are unrelated to wealth…
Should be something that is more important: "

Steve went to India. To see a spiritual teacher.

 

"Perhaps relationships, perhaps art, perhaps a dream from younger days ...
Non-stop pursuing of wealth will only turn a person into a twisted being, just like me.
God gave us the senses to let us feel the love in everyone’s heart, not the illusions brought about by wealth."

Steve studied Buddhism.

"The wealth I have won in my life I cannot bring with me.
What I can bring is only the memories precipitated by love.
That’s the true riches which will follow you, accompany you, giving you strength and light to go on."

Steve read 'Here and Now,' giving a copy to a dear friend.

"Love can travel a thousand miles. Life has no limit. Go where you want to go. Reach the height you want to reach. It is all in your heart and in your hands.
What is the most expensive bed in the world? - 'Sick bed…'"

Steve returned from his spiritual seeking, became involved in business. But som ething happened to Steve, and he forgot his real self, becoming consumed with an idea of being.

"You can employ someone to drive the car for you, make money for you but you cannot have someone to bear the sickness for you.
Material things lost can be found. But there is one thing that can never be found when it is lost – 'Life.'"

He made money, pots of it, from selling his friend's accomplishments, along with his soul.

"When a person goes into the operating room, he will realize that there is one book that he has yet to finish reading – 'Book of Healthy Life.'"

Steve became hugely wealthy. He was only in his mid-twenties. But something had happened. Steve had forgotten what he had said.

"Whichever stage in life we are at right now, with time, we will face the day when the curtain comes down."

His business tried to help him, as Life finds such ways. He was pushed aside in his company, given no operational responsibilities. But Steve failed to listen.

"Treasure Love for your family, love for your spouse, love for your friends..."

Steve persisted, despite having need no longer, he changed companies, started new ones. Steve pursued more. He still could not remember when and where he had said these words he now remembered. Steve was diagnosed with a serious illness.

"Treat yourself well. Cherish others."

Still he failed to remember. He continued in his business, now one of the most successful people in the whole entire world. But still Steve failed to listen to himself.

And then he remembered. Steve remembered where and when he had spoken those words he had failed to heed. He remembered, but it was too late. He remembered them on his death bed. For the words were his final words. But it was too late for Steve. If only he had remembered sooner.

The End.

[All quotes in the Fable of Steve are from the actual final words of Steve Jobs.]

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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch 8.5 – Energy Building Interlude (Can be skipped)

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch-8-5--Energy-Building-Interlude---Can-be-skipped-e2r289
Continued from Ch 8 The Corner of Heaven Part 2: https://sylsabastian.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-young-young-mans-story-ch-8-corner_18.html

5/11, 3:32pm
The Young Man: - How are you?

L: - “Ready for more YYM. :) ”

The Young Man: - I'm letting the next bit build in me. And ah cool. How's work coming along?
Bit flat. The Corner of Heaven Story took a lot out of me. :)

L: - “I can't wait to give it my full attention.”

The Young Man: - Cool, Me too. :)

L: - “Yeah, that's okay... do other stuff.”

The Young Man: - Ya, it's just a bit of Patience needed. And the Power of Pause. :)

L: - “The Power of Pause. Nice.”

The Young Man: - :)

L: - “Time to pause would be nice :D
Oh thanks for the link...
Oops sorry wrong chat.”

The Young Man: - Yeah - sometimes a few secs is all we need.

L: - “Okay later have a story for you, about last night while you were writing... I didn't want to disturb you at the time .. .but it was quite cool.”

The Young Man: - YAY!!!! <3 :) :D And you will never never disturb me. If I'm deep in it I just don't hit enter is all. But I love when you say stuff and it's never never ever a detraction. The opposite. It energises me. Just post as stuff comes, please. Because of course stuff is most Perfect in the Now. Yes?

L: - “Well but it changes your focus... and then the story gets put on hold...
every time. :)”

The Young Man: - Hahaha lol just seems like it :) But there's plenty time to tell the story. It's not going away.

L: - “It was interesting though... quite anomalous for sure.”

The Young Man: - YAY!!!! Love those.
<3

L: - “Alright I'll just take a break and tell you now... while you were talking about "worrying" and how you noticed how if people would just wait a while they would realize there was nothing to worry about... I was watching a MK video, and he was saying the exact same thing.... only in a slightly different way... he was saying that what everyone wants is to feel safety overall... and it was that unknown that stands in the way of that... but anyway, every time you hit return and new copy would come, he would be talking about that same thing, lol only slightly different. Happened three times.”

The Young Man: -...

L: - “That's all sorry.”


The Young Man: - That's Awesome !!! Awesome awesome awesome. :) <3 <3 That's from the U. That's Magic. YAY!!!
So Simple....That's the Magic and the genius of the U.

L: - “He said if people could see the big picture they would know there was never ever anything to worry about .. .because we are the Universe in human clothes just here to have a human experience and so we are as safe as can be no matter what ever happens, even if we die.
But it was just funny how what you were typing at that moment was what he was saying each time.”

The Young Man: - And of course about the Power of Patience. It's a Superpower. :)
Yeah that's most cool. Maybe he is me and I are him. :D

L: - “Yeah... since we are all each other and all that. I'd say safe bet... Oh and he also said something else cool... about emotions.”

The Young Man: - ...

L: - “He was saying all emotions, we just think they are ours, but we are all here In human bodies picking up on the "collective unconscious” emotions of the human condition in general and then playing them out in various ways so we could do our part to transmute it for humanity at large and for the earth... that each of us may think its ours but it really isn't, it's mass consciousness... we are each just doing our part to play it out... and so even if we're feeling like crap we are doing our part to transmute... there is never ever a single moment this is not true, just we may not do it consciously and when we do it consciously well then we help to undo it rather than not... or something like that.”

“What I like the most about him other than the plain easy language he uses is that he makes me laugh like mad... he's so funny and light-hearted that he's an interesting guy to listen to... however found out the other day he claims to be getting his "downloads" from the Pleidians and says we are all Pleidians here... that this is our "home base"... so... dunno about that lol.”

“Lol. I've had enough identifying with that stuff hahaha.”

The Young Man: - Ah most interesting,. The Ring of Power of Don Juan. Yeah I do feel we are hooked into it. But in different ways a bit than he says. Or additional ways. To me the mass consciousness is the belief system which leads to the construction of the reality. So it's more simple and also much more complex.

L: - “Well that makes sense .. that is "mass" that's for sure,
And massive.”

The Young Man: - Yeah - to me I simply look at the cognitive intent. I don't know how else to say it, but it's looking past what people actually say to the abstract of it underneath. The Intent. That tells us a lot.

L: - “Yeah.”

The Young Man: - And just from what you've quoted from him and from what you said now, there are small pieces that mean much. Those are the bits which are not necessarily needed or verifiable, and they're sprinkled in between, and those are the bits which have an Intent to them to appeal to people's desire to feel "special." That's the red flag every time.

L: - “Which one?”

The Young Man: - Whenever someone is appealing to the ego of another that's a huge red flag. Now that doesn't mean that what they are saying is all bunk. Just that they might be, and most likely are using the truth for other agendas.


L: - “Well I'd have to see specificity, why are you saying it's ego?”

The Young Man: - Ah, I will go over again and pull what flagged me. Sec.

L: - “K”

The Young Man: - "...we could do our part to transmute it for humanity at large and for the earth and so even if we are feeling like crap we are doing our part to transmute...
...that there is never ever a single moment that this is not true”

L: - “Those are my words though, not his.
All my words.”

The Young Man: - Yeah, you are paraphrasing, I understand that.
Intent comes through despite whose words they are.
Now of course it may be true. But if one is going to make such statements they kinda need some backing and not just someone's word.

L: - “And could have gotten it wrong... I was blabbing away in a hurry so don't analyse that... I thought you were going to go back and look at quotes I posted on FB.
Well I said "he said" .. and that was kind of the gist and if we are all one then it would by inference, be a true statement that it all belongs to the "overall" if we are all one in a way.

The Young Man: - It's not each individually either. But if someone is telling you that you are doing good and also to expect feeling like crap, that is a warning for me.
And Ah no, you posted some quotes in chat.
But I want you to understand something clearly here L. You are taking what I am saying a bit wrong here.

L: - “No no... that came out wrong lol... chat sucks for that.
His point was don't beat yourself up about it... really.”

The Young Man: - So what exactly is my actual opinion of what he said via what you said. Am I saying it's nonsense? No. Am I agreeing with him, Yes.
Hahaha yeah chat can give the wrong flavour and that's what I am trying to correct lol. :) :D

L: - “That if we realised we were just here having an experience and that the real us was the U then we would/could lighten up about and say, it's ok until it passes... this too shall pass ...”

The Young Man: - I was just saying I got red flags. Yes they're extremely little to go on. And I will treat them as such. I always do. But of course they are exactly what we need to pay attention to and Trust Suspiciously.
It makes no difference at all to the Value we can EXTRACT from what he or anyone says.

L: - “Right... enough "story line" about what who what's wasn't when none of it can be proven.
And yeah sometimes he says things that really feel like "self important" or "self ego" and then he will laugh about the fact that some people listening to him will think just that... so he covers his ego ass as he goes lol.
I find that humorous.”


The Young Man: - So to me it's just a marvellous example of what you were saying the other day. We are the ones to decide what's what. We can never fully believe anyone. Only listen and decide for ourselves.
So those little little red flags are monumental Gifts from the Universe.
They keep us honest. They keep us questioning and keep us checking and double checking. If we're a little bit suspicious we don't get lulled into accepting everything just because the overwhelming majority is excellent. That's the danger, and the Gift.
Ninety-nine times out of a hundred being good is all fine and well, except when hundred comes along and kills one. So that to me is the value of those red flags. They may be nothing, most likely are. But they keep us Deliberate.

Yeah the trick is to *Extract* value, not *Accept* it. Yeah?

L: - “Yep.”

The Young Man: - I assume you have noticed my Yeah? and Yes? I regularly use. And that's why. I never assume, and I never want to Share anything that's not just that, a Sharing. So *Everything* I Share is always always up for debate and questioning. That's what I want. That way I learn.

Haha, Part of the Way of the New Nobility. :) <3

L: - “Sorry, mouse was busy creating complicated window mask this house I'm working on is really complex in the masks... tedious.
And the absolute worst thing one can do is rush... there's no hurrying thru a complicated mask... unless of course you want to do it all over again once you realize you F'd up the first time.
The ultimate test of patience, my job, really.
You tie it back to the theme of the day. :) ”

The Young Man: - Lol, what I find so interesting is when I'm suspicious of stuff, you give me bit of a hard time. But every time it's happened so far it has been *After* you yourself have usually expressed some sort of a doubt or suspicion. :) Your writing is filled with these Awesome honest suspicions and Doubts. Which are really just questionings. I find it so awesome how you tap into those things which need questioning. I just wonder how much you listen to your own Wisdom of Suspicion. <3 <3 <3

And what you said about the mask. So symbolic. The Abstract of that is Awesome. Brilliant. Yes, we cannot rush into these things. When we're building a complicated house, (Us,) we better get it right first time or we have to go back and do it all over again. And that's messy. :)

L: - “Lol”

The Young Man: - Ya Patience, it's truly a most most Awesome Superpower.

L: - “Hahahaha.”

The Young Man: - Lol it's true - You have an awesome BS nose.

L: - “Yeah, I guess I am just trying to head it off at the pass since the comm is so subject to misunderstanding... all one has to go on is what the other writes, not what they are thinking when they write it lol.”

The Young Man: - Yeah. Two things on that for me. I always remember, and if I can get the other person to remember as well, that's awesome:
“Communication is a haphazard business.”
Thus trust the Good intent and Patience of the other.

Haha and maybe – always stick with it until Resolved. :) :D But that's implied in the Trusting of Patience and Good Intent. :) <3

L: - “Are we resolved? I am... are you? This image I am working on is a BEAR.”

The Young Man: - Oh yeah totally, was never a prob my end. :)


L: - “It's funny, as I guess I'm a little agitated cuz it feels like ___ did "over shoot" this house... not only are the images complicated, but there are soooo many of them... and I know he isn't charging any more for it... so I get a little agitated about it... trying not to, but it's the end of the day and my butt hurts and and and...”

The Young Man: - Hahaha - I have never, not once been annoyed or angry or even irritated by you L. <3 <3

L: - “I didn't think so... :) Just with the resolved comment wasn't sure what that meant.”

The Young Man: - Aww, Yeah I hear you. I'm happy to absorb a bit of venting, even if it comes indirectly. No worries. Pretty much most of the time if people are stressed in some way it's about something else not the thing they are using to express the stress.

Because they can't really do it directly. Usually that will just sound like complaining . :) :D So I never take things directly. I look for what else is going on. So it's never me this way of course. :D :D :D

Ah, the resolved comment was a general Statement of intent. Of what's important to me. If I don't end up with Resolution then it's a waste of time. And time is precious. So I always keep going until Resolved. And also, if stuff is left unresolved they become arse-biters. :) Yeah?
Love chatting to you L. Love it.
<3

L: - “How does one bite their arse?
Lol.
U are talented!
Lol.”

The Young Man: - Haha - Leave stuff Unresolved to find out. :D :D
Yes - U are Talented!!!! Like that.
I is a we. Always I is: I and U. !!!!!!!

L: - “My dad was in my dream last night, been a very long time... and he even looked like he did in this life, which is also unusual... it was a very good dream there was no unresolved stuff... details not important... that was the takeaway... all resolved.”

The Young Man: - A Collaboration!!!!

L: - “?
Oh arse biting?
Lol.”

The Young Man: - BRILLIANT BRILLIANT!!!!!!

L: - “Yeah that would take collaborating.
Lol.”

The Young Man: - Haha lol no I am not Marv Albert. :D
LOL L LOL :D :D :D :D You making me laugh.

L: - “Yeah, ya know the vamp thing was huge... and the resulting lesson and determination is to 'walk a path cautiously optimistic.'"

The Young Man: - YES!!!!!!!!!!
And The Hand?

L: - “Because it was a sense of "victimhood" in the whole dad thing, ya know, a sense of helpless that's now resolved... so I'm my own parent now.”

The Young Man: - I miss those daily status reports of the progress.
<3 <3 "...so I am my own parent now." - Excellent. <3 <3

L: - “Hand is milder .. milder... each day... a little residual but much much better... yeah, in the dream I was his parent in a way. I came to tell him my sister and I would be coming to move him to Kauai to live with us next year...”

The Young Man: - So cool, :)

L: - “He was in some 'home' of sorts.”


The Young Man: - Fantastic. What a Gift from *YOU* this time (I guess U also) But from YOU.
Love the Abstract symbolic meaning of that.
You so Awesome with the symbolic stuff.

L: - “Yeah... felt good, but also and this is important .. .just "normal"... it was just normal in a non-emotional issue way.
No stuff attached at all.
Which was anomalous lol.
So other than that and one heart flash... that's all I recall of last night's "dream time." :) Love the heart flashes lol.”

The Young Man: - That's the Awesomeness of the Gift. And to me that you see that side of it. That is so so so much more difficult than one would think. We kinda geared to "looking for more." Looking for the "Deeper hidden Meaning."
Cigars lol. :) :D

L: - “So sweet and cute... and even though I get them a lot... the U always manages to make it flash in a moment of least expectance, lol so it's always a surprise. :) ”

The Young Man: - That's what I love about the U. One never gets to that point where it isn't a surprise every time. So Awesome.

L: - “<3 Yeah.
Another fun convo with The Young Man.”

The Young Man: - Love you U!!!
Heehee. <3 <3
Another fun convo with LITOJMO

L: - “Where did the MO come from?”

The Young Man: - LiMo

L: - “Oh haha.
I like LiMo... still my fave cuz it's goofy.”

The Young Man: - So soon she forgets herself. :D

L: - “Haha.
Like some furball.”

The Young Man: - Yes, love LiMo.

L: - “TOJ is kind of serious... that TOJ
Teehee LiMo.”

The Young Man: - Yes I do prefer LiMo - I don't get goofy from it at all. It's like everything, depends on context. :)

L: - “I can't work all night typing out this silliness lol ..
Still working!”

The Young Man: - Hahaha kk laters a bit. Gonna have another coffee and get back to writing.

L: - “So make it count, haha.
Ok.”

5/11, 5:26pm

Continued in Chapter 9 – Lore of the Land...


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The Young Young Man's Story - Ch 8 The Corner of Heaven Part 2

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/The-Young-Young-Mans-Story---Ch-8-The-Corner-of-Heaven-Part-2-e2pptu
Continued from Ch 8 Part 1:   https://sylsabastian.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-young-young-mans-story-ch-8-corner.html

One such place in particular a most curious spot...

On the side of my early childhood house where the large tree with the creeper connected, on the front corner, towards the large poplar trees, was a curious architectural anomaly...

That corner of the house was different to any other. Different to any I have ever seen on any house. The entire corner from the ground to roof was built of raw brick. But the bricks weren't laid directly on top of each other. They were offset by about slightly less than a finger width. Sloping very gradually going upward.

And at the top, just beneath the roof, was an open space. Like someone had cut a slice out of the top corner of the house just under the eaves. Then removed that top corner. There was this somewhat rectangular cubbyhole at the top of the sloping bricks. About two arm lengths by one.

The sloping bricks were an invitation. Gently coaxing the adventurous. "Be bold little one, be bold. Rise above your fears and you will be rewarded," they call to me.
<3

L: - “Interesting...”

The Young Man: - So I climb those bricks. This perilous steep climb, using merely fingers and toes. That call to me, an exercise in Sensibility. If I could be on the first brick, just barely above the ground, and there's no threat of falling off, why would it be any different higher up?

L: - “Suspense!”

The Young Man: - It wouldn't!! There's no actual risk other than the risk of silliness. The risk of letting ideas, emotions and maybes get in the way. So I climb some more. I climb higher. Heart pounding, looking at only the bricks, one brick by one brick, slightly higher, slightly higher.

Now Earth calls me back. It misses me. Earth tells me I'm far away, too far away. It shows me how much it cares by letting me know if I fell I would be harmed. I am so high...

I look down to reassure Earth, and my heart lurches. My stomach turns, churns. Earth is indeed far away, even though I am not even halfway up yet. But to go back down? No! This is not an option. Not when the promise of Sanctuary beckons. It whispers to me: "I am here...I am here. Trust your Sensibility Little One. Each place on the bricks is the same as any other. High or low, it's all the same."

I climb higher.


L: - “Awh. <3”

The Young Man: - Earth pulls hard at me. Desperately wanting me back. "Come down! Come Down Little One! This is where you belong. Where it's safe, where there's no risk."

But Sanctuary whispers: "And where there's no Magic."

I climb higher still. Near the top. Almost there.

But now...

L: - “<3 Earth...”

The Young Man: - But now a new challenge presents. How to get from the bricks into Sanctuary? Earth is screaming, "Come back, come back! It's not worth it. What are you doing? This is an unknown. You don't know how."

Sanctuary whispers in response: "Yes, it's a risk. Yes, there is danger. But, if you stop now, will you ever come this close again? Will you ever come back and try again?"

This stops me, empowers me. I know the Truth of what Sanctuary implies. It's a Moment in my Life. I can choose to risk now, and be free. Or I go back and live without power for the rest of my life. I know what Sanctuary is whispering is True. I know what Sanctuary is really saying. I am choosing: Adventure or the known. Freedom or...

Sanctuary is saying: "You are testing yourself. If you fail your own test, how can you ever Trust your Sensibility again? Will you ever again believe you actually do have Courage? Will you know it for sure without having proved it?"

I know this. I know I knew it when I stood comfortably on that first line of bricks. I know I have no choice really. I know there is no choice really to go back. Going back was never really an option, is not an option. Ever. Not for me, not then, not now.

I go forward. I go on. I go up....

I climb into heaven.


L: - “Wow...”

The Young Man: - I am Home! I am free. I am alone. I'm at peace and I'm excited, soaring, my heart yearning with Joy. Hammering, pounding, racing with exhilarated freedom, re-purposed fear, and relief. I'm in Sanctuary indeed. Where I am, is in a slice not out of the house, but out of the world.

Time and space are different here in my Sanctuary. But it's more than Sanctuary, it's a place of Peace, a place of Power. I am refilled, added to. In what way exactly I cannot say. But I know it's Good. Supremely Good. I feel removed from the regular World, into a different kind of World, where looking at things is different. (I didn't know it exactly then, but I had climbed into the Abstract.) I feel the difference, and it's glorious!

L: - “cry emoticon
TOJ”

The Young Man: - Despite this awesomeness, there's the press of very real reality, the pull of very real gravity. Very real Fear is up there with me in Sanctuary. I am pressed close into it's farthest corner, for what little relief that might give, inviting Sanctuary to hug me as best it can. I am reassured, slightly.
Eventually moving the eternity of half an arm's length to look down, to look over the edge. I look. I look down...

The world swirls! Winding and twisting all around me, buffeting me from all sides. It's terrifying. My insides churn from a renewed much more intense adrenaline-surge. Far worse than I experienced on the climb up to Sanctuary. Fear wants to reclaim me. Vertigo wants to own me.

But there's a strange calm to it all. The calm is inside me. It's the Calm of Reason. "How can you fall?" it asks. "Your ideas cannot physically suck you out of here. Can they?"

"No," I acknowledge, "They cannot.” I am emboldened. I remember my Sensibility, the Sensibility which brought me here. And I celebrate!


L: - "'Something's wrong
when you regret,
something that
hasn't happened yet'

Lyrics playing... interesting...”

The Young Man: - (Yes on lyrics.)

I celebrate! This is the joy. This is the delight. This is the bliss. The Knowing I can trust my Sensibility! Knowing I do not have to rely on guessing. Knowing my sensibility is true. I can *Know* it now. I have tested my Sensibility with real risk. I am the proof, being there in my Slice of Heaven, that my Sensibility is Sensible. it doesn't matter that Fear and calamity are but one body shift away, it may as well be an eternity, an infinity, the effect is the same. Degree has no effect on my Sensibility.

It's powerful knowledge, heady knowledge. Earth now whispers to me, it's happy for my triumph. But Earth is always sensible also. It does not want to see me get lost in myself. It understands the value of my achievement. But also sees the risk of a self not balanced.

"You still have to come back down again," Earth whispers for the second time. I had not heard the first in my euphoria. The reality of my circumstance smacks me back to Sensibility. I know now what Earth is telling me. Sanctuary agrees.

Trust is one thing. Sensibility is one thing. But overconfidence is another.

"Arrogance and ego are the killers of Trust and Sensibility.," Earth and Sanctuary merge into One. As they always were. Merely apart temporarily for my benefit. United now, as they will always be.

"Humility!" They whisper fiercely, earnestly. "Remember our friend Humility. Remember your companion Humility. Remember the Balance of Humility."

As I contemplate going back down, I am chastened. A lesson I will not forget. Ever.

"Enjoy your Balance," they tell me together as they laugh and laugh their sublime laughter. The message is profound, a profoundly joyous Understanding.

They leave me to get back down by myself. I do. Remembering my lessons I Trust my Reason and my Sensibility. If I could come up, I can go down. They are the same. My fears are ideas. They have no real power. Despite the physical clumsiness of the task, I carefully get down.

I land back on earth, jumping down from the last few bricks. The joy is immense. I have a renewed connection to Earth. I love Earth dearly. Thrilled to be back.

“Remember this,” Earth reminds me, "All it takes to Renew the Magic is a Change of Perspective."

Sanctuary whispers in a confirmation of Harmony, "I am here, whenever you need me, I am here."

A sanctuary I would avail myself of many times, every time a Challenge of Spirit.

***
L: - “Yay! Fantastic...
Can't wait to read this well later. :)
Just skimming now.”

The Young Man: - That cubbyhole-in-the-sky a powerful spot for me. I went there regularly. Each time a trepidatious affair. Never easy, going up, or coming down. But up there, always awesome.

I've somewhat dramatised my experience, as it's the only way I know how to express what was in me at the time, in me without words. I had not the language then yet. But I did have that clear Understanding of what's involved.

What I describe is my knowing-of-then, not my knowing-of-now. I immersed myself in that experience as fully as I could using my devices of articulation, immersion, and elucidation to assist. I know I cannot say those words as an I-of-then, as they didn't yet exist, but I did have those Understandings.

I do want to most earnestly communicate that we do have these Understandings at a very young age. How old we are has absolutely nothing to do with our capability to Understand. But we can get so clogged up with *Ideas* of knowledge we drown that direct connection. But as children we're open to that clear knowing.

Those experiences are powerful. It seems people forget them, or disregard simply because they had them as children. For no other reason than they couldn't be sensible from a child, because: "What does a child know?"

But surely Validity has to be determined on Validity alone. If the experience, the perspective, the knowing, has merit, it has merit. And it's Valuable. Where it came from and how it was come by is irrelevant. All that matters is its Validity and Usefulness.

I've never forgotten those experiences of mine. I'm inordinately thankful for them. They've been immensely profound. Repeatedly and continuously. Whenever I revisit them, just like I did with Sanctuary, my Perspective is refreshed. As a bonus, I'm always rewarded with some new Knowing, some new Perspective, some new insight I didn't have before.

It's a deep wish these kinds of experiences, whenever in life we experience them, are Treasured and Valued for the inordinately precious Gifts they are. And I know, joyfully, I'm not alone. My Dear Friends have them also.

L: - “ :) ”

The Young Man: - :) <3

5/11, 2:40pm

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External Gifts-of-Awareness

Podcast: https://anchor.fm/nobelia/episodes/External-Gifts-of-Awareness-e2pc52

Unhooking from the pressure of "needing to get it done" liberates our creativity. But not always in the way we imagine. It's certainly valuable to commit once we know exactly what it is we want to do, but before we get to that point we need to be completely free. Knowing what we want to do is key, we don't always have to know exactly how. Having the freedom to think, ponder, contemplate, ruminate, reflect, consider, and otherwise explore our topic allows us to be in a position to be inspired. This is critical. It takes a bit of time for things to work themselves through within ourselves. We cannot see or feel or really know this is happening directly. It's a matter of Trust. Trust which can be gained through experience.

Then there's input from outside of us, in particular from the Universe. To use or live by this may seem utterly unscientific or illogical at first, but simply try it. While in the process of paying Attention to regular living, simply maintain a continual Awareness of everything happening, internally and externally, especially externally. When we look at the world around us from the Perspective of what's foremost of importance to us it's astonishing how much input we receive.

The Gifts-of-Awareness from without are incredible, and the answers or resolutions always come, providing we are open to seeing them. Yes, it could be we're simply working it out for ourselves and are seeing or experiencing something that triggers the internal Awareness, bringing it into consciousness, and it's not actually a function of the Universe. But does it really matter? Either way we get the Valuable result.

The key is setting ourselves to be able to receive the benefit. We have to be free, to not be too immersed in whatever we are doing, and to be Patient. Patience is absolutely vital. It's Patience with Trust. The difficult part. Even after having experienced this phenomenon of external valuable input countless times, it still seems it's not a guarantee. Complete Trust and Patience is required every time.

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