Psychic Mind: Moon Fire

MOON FIRE: A VIVID MEMORY

by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

June 14, 2011   845 words

I had never ever seen anything like it! The full moon was ringed with flashing orange fire. The fiery orange ring, like a blazing electric shock, ripped around the egg-yolk-colored moon one way, then came to a jerky soundless train-like halt. Wriggling like the jarred coupling of two boxcars, it then ripped back around in the opposite direction. The process kept repeating itself, again and again as I stood transfixed watching. Clockwise, a jerking halt, then back around counter-wise. A houseful of rude drug addicts lay coiled nearby, waiting serpent-like to occupy my house when my rent was up. While they dropped acid, did I somehow experience their psychodelic trip at a distance? Many nights after, I looked but that fiery event never repeated itself, at least not to my sight or by report. Nor did I ever hear of that odd spectacle, that strange lunar event on the daily news.                                             

Three teenage girls had begun to hang out with me both fly buzz summer afternoons and drowsy humid evenings of noisy ceiling fans that final summer in Austin, Texas. I’m not sure why, though they did find stories of my psychic work fascinating and liked to laze around and ask me questions. The mother of one girl, a somewhat friend, trusted me with her issue, and her two friends, one older, one slightly younger, were similarly taken with me. Following, they seemed to fall in precocious love with whatever image they had of me even though I was old enough to be their father. What I was to them I was never sure, though the least attractive one, boney but sensuous in her under-developed way, made sexual intimations and came alone to visit one afternoon pretending to need a drink of water. I sensed she wanted me to follow her into the house where who knows what might’ve happened, but I did not. I knew she was trouble and I liked my life simple.

I called them out to look that night, all three, to see the phenomenal moon on fire, to see the orange ring racing around the perimeter of the stable moon that held firm. The sludge black sky seemed thick and eerie as if holding the moon in place, somehow stuck there as rings of liquid orange fire raced around going nowhere, first one way, then a rubbery halt like a subway car, only to race back the other. All four of us were held transfixed, not knowing what to make of such a cosmic event. Our mouths were silent, our eyes wide and intaking. It was the damnedest thing any of us had ever seen. I was happy to have witnesses so if I told the story, each girl might ascertain that I had not lost my cotton-pickin’ mind. Psychic folk were held suspect anyway, so to have witnesses, even if young and impressionable, helped to authenticate my strange experience of lunar fire.

Orange fire, as if liquid, raced around the edge of the full moon stuck in that midnight black rubber sky, like molten lead, smooth as black satin, the color of ebony or sin, while the egg-yolk-colored moon stayed full and glowing, its stability threatened by a ring of racing orange fire. It was the damnedest thing I’d ever seen, and over the next twenty years and more, I’ve never since experienced any such lunar phenomena as that, and I have lived for many, many moons now.                                               

I haven’t told the story often, but it comes to mind from time to time, the strange experience of blazing orange fire ringing and racing around the seemingly fixed and stolid moon. Until my dying day I will never know the cause or meaning of what I saw, nor will I forget those three young girls, my accomplices and witnesses. They no doubt grew to womanhood, those three teenish girls I knew, and maybe married men who were duller, while I grew in age and experience, a rememberer of that late night sight, that full moon with a racing orange ring, in Austin, Texas. I do not lie about what I saw. And three teenage girls, now middle-aged women and maybe mothers, if they lived to remember, were my witnesses.                   

What that lively ring of orange fire racing around the full bright moon was that eerie night, I will never know, but I will wonder until my dying day. This is a true story, as three teenage girls are my witness, they who for no discernible reason loved to be in my masculine psychic presence. Had they been older and more experienced, we might have made fire of our own, lust being what it is, but I was not of a mind to steal their girlish innocence, or break a mother’s trust. I wonder if they also, from time to time, remember what we saw together. Orange fire racing around a full moon at midnight in Austin, Texas, many years back in time during the mid-1980s.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: Why I Am Not a Christian

Why I Am Not A Christian etc. by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

Bertrand Russell, the British Pragmatist also known for his bad breath, already used this title for his well-known (among students of Philosophy) essay, but he won’t mind if I use it again since he has been in the Spirit World for quite a long time, if the notion of “time” applies “over there”. I don’t even remember Bertie’s reasons, but I know my own. First of all, I am definitely NOT a Christian for the same reason the Biblical Jesus of Nazareth was not. I’m not sure he even knew that he was, according to the Bible, the New testament, he stars in, “the Christ”. But I do believe that the Spirit of God worked in and through him. I believe that he was an authentic, a genuine First Class vehicle for God, the Father.                                                       

Well, I don’t know about that term either, “Father”. How about “Father-Mother” God, the One and the Two Principles, or the Creative and the Receptive, that the One through the Two is the cause of all Being or Reality, like the Ancient Toaists of China believed and explained in the great work, THE I CHING or CHINESE BOOK OF CHANGES. God the Creator or Manifestor, the Ultimate some have referred to as The First Cause or Prime Mover. The ancient Indian trinitarian or triadic principles of dynamic, ever-changing process, THE CREATIVE, THE PERPETUATOR AND THE DESTROYER. He, She, It, or That is also known as the Ground of Being, or best yet as in “Star Wars”, THE FORCE! “May the Force be with you!” declared Obi Wan Kenobi! while Cary Fisher, daughter of singer, brief husband of Liz Taylor and dope addict Eddie, wore braided hair buns over her ears, stood with her slim shoulders slumped, and wrung her hands in concern and fear.

Yes, MAY THE FORCE BE WITH US INDEED! And I believe the Spirit of it always is, IF we invite and open to it, the same as Jesus apparently did and maybe still does. If the stories can be believed. Yes, or No, I am not a Christian for the same reason(s) that Jesus was not a “willing dupe for the Dark Force”. He, Jesus, was a follower of, a vehicle for God the Father. Says so in black and white right there in the Bible if you need a ground for belief such as “authority”. “Of myself I can do nothing,” he is reported to have said, “the Father doeth the work through me.” I’ve always liked that great line and the idea it carries. I or we, like the Master Jesus, are the receivers of what the Force works through us super-dynamically. We may be knowers, speaker-teachers and even healers, movers and shakers, but always as the vehicle for the Prime Mover, God the Father. Like Jesus, some of us follow the Force, or God who is the source of all. The ancient Taoists of China made a big deal of FOLLOWING, and “flowing with” the “Way” or what IS.

If it is true as the Christian Bible says, that we “live, move and have our being in Him,” then we can never go wrong, IF AND WHEN we are tuned in, or, “attuned” to the Mind of God which is Absolute and Infinite, or so we’ve been taught, ever so in the abstract, to believe. At least on Sundays. The rest of the week may be “the Devil’s domain” during which time we mostly devote our energy or Life Force, our mind and being, to “getting and spending” as the poet suggested. Actually it is not quite accurate to say “the Mind of God” since ALL IS MIND OR SPIRIT.                                                  

God is Spirit which is Mind which is Spirit. How do, how can I know that? I choose to believe it, quite apart from Biblical authority, and differing from the atheist and agnostic. Actually I contend that I know it to be fact a priori or intuitively since as an experiencer, as a knower, I “live, move and have my being in Him” or God. I am never not “of God” even if at times I have felt alienated, as the Existentialists point out. But, I contend, that feeling of separation is an illusion, and not one to be needlessly suffered. So if I or we do not take advantage of being that “particle”, that “particular” in the Greater Being, the All, the One, the mind-spirit that we are as participants in Him, whose fault is it? for God’s sake!

But, alas and alack, our Self or Spirit is encased in material here on dualistic Planet Dirt! We are temporarily embodied beings so that we may live out our dramas in experience for our personal evolution or learning. So that we may operate, pragmatically, as vehicles for the God-Force if and when we are hooked up and working right.

No, I am not a Christian for the same reason Jesus wasn’t. Like That, the Ultimate, that we are a part of, inextricably bound up in, we, like our Source, were never born and are undying but rather, always were, as a particular within the All... the Force, the One, the Source. That is the essential TRUTH of our particular or individual life, however embryonic. “Ye are gods in the making”, Edgar Cayce, the great American seer, proclaimed repeatedly while in deep psychic trance. He meant to say that we are EVOLUTIONARY BEINGS, neither fixed nor static, however much we try to limit ourselves by definitions and descriptions. All Knowledge, all Wisdom, all Truth is within since we “live, move and have our being in Him.” And yes, I take that fact to be self-evident, so why quibble about it? Yes, neither I nor Jesus called ourselves Christians even though the culture we live in is always after us to describe ourselves that way. Ol’ buddy Bertie Russell and I agree, even if for different reasons.

Let this writing be seminal. You know, analogically speaking, like the MASCULINE semen that fertilizers the FEMININE egg that causes you and me, or essential spirit-selves, to come into embodied being. And for what reason? To EVOLVE ourselves of course, which follows if Cayce’s source was right that we are “gods in the making”. And could it, might it be that God the Ultimate is an evolutionary ever-changing boundless entity also, just like those of us who are never not in and of Him? No beginning, no end, only always was and ever changing, ever evolving. Can we ever wrap our little earth brain-mind around that concept? Not likely, but, if we meditate right or well, we can move closer to and maybe become one with our IN-SIGHT, our deep Inner Knowing. And with that, perhaps, we can become content, even if we do not label ourselves as “Christian” or anything else other than human and evolving.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: Up from Down, or, Getting Over Mild Depression

Up from Down, or, Getting Over Mild Depression by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

As a counseling psychic I encounter a wide range of human problems. One of the most common is boredom or periods of mild depression. I have client-friends who display symptoms of that pervasiveness sense of unhappiness that indicates mild depression. After a night of unrelenting pain and very little sleep, I was headed in that direction myself today... until I thought about it. As an active psychic counselor, I always have work to do, and if not that, projects that also need attention. But when in a gray mood, head seemingly stuffed with cotton, the inner eye unable to focus and an aging body that loathes to move for fear another muscle cramp will wrench my leg, I remain in a half stupor but more awake than asleep. So what to do. How to get going. How to come up from under a dark funk and become positive and active once again is the problem to solve.

While growing up, I was fortunate in some ways, though creative people always view their childhood as having been fairly bleak or even rotten. I was an only begotten child and both my parents worked. Being generous folks, they bought me toys. Everything from boxing gloves to a microscope to view my own eyelashes through. Not everything I thought I wanted at the time, but I got a lot. Toys that I enjoyed, that I used to make me happy in my alone Land of Pretend. My closest buddy lived a couple of miles away so I spent long periods sans company. I loved humor as a kid and for quite a while wanted to be a cartoonist since I waited each long week for the Sunday “funny papers” to come. Growing older I decided I’d rather be a stand up comedian like the ones I heard on “radio”. Funny people such as Bud Abbott and Lou Costello. But before becoming a touring psychic counselor and speaker, I became a stand-up classroom teacher with a sense of humor. But even as an adult I’ve spent prolonged periods of time alone between girlfriends and wives which gave near-constant opportunity to suffer mild depression or find ways to get up and over whatever seemed to be bothering me.

Toys and developed interests always got me through. Instead of slumping and slouching around wasting my precious time, I’ve had a range of toys and interests to choose from to get up and over mild depression, those feelings of empty loneliness and general unhappiness. Fortunately I had a father who messed around with many musical instruments, my favorite being the mandolin that I also took up when I was maybe fourteen. Why I left the school marching band is another story. Oboe was best left, I decided, to snake charmers. The drum had been denied. In short order I was playing lead mandolin in my teacher’s band, all of us his students and that became my social life. And once again I was fortunate to have parents who loved and listened to all the old time popular music. So many, many down times over the years, when mild depression and feelings of unhappiness struck, I’d gather up my mandolin and sheet music and play for an hour or so, and maybe even sing, and then the blue funk was gone. Not everybody plays music, but everyone can have an equivalent, something they get off on doing when alone and a bit down. Mandolin has been my adult toy, but not only that.

One of the best things that can happen to a person with at least moderate intelligence is to become schooled in reading and writing. Reading that matters, not the junk and pap of the day. Books that makes one think while being entertained. And if so blessed with talent to write, one can come up by going within and writing a personal journal, a book of observations and reflections. When I used to write “Confessional Poetry”, I called the results “harnessed hang-ups”. That which could depress me, mildly, I turned into expressive poems that other people could relate to. So, I was not only a musician, but a poet as well. Those have been two of my many basic toys always available when the dark clouds descend and cause unhappiness, my vague sense of loneliness and emotional distress. My toys are and have been both positive and compensatory.

As a psychic counselor, I sometimes help my client-friends to remember their favorite toys, their positive and potentially fulfilling activities that can help them up from that occasional blue funk that like a fat toad squats on one’s soul and won’t get off. Developed or developing talents or interests can save us from much generalized unhappiness and emotional distress that we call being depressed. If we have identifiable problems, the first thing we might ask ourselves is if we have any control over such situations. Or if what we concern ourselves with is any of our cotton-pickin’ business in the first place! Letting others live their own lives as they see fit and the best way they know how can go a long way in getting rid of problems we don’t have in the first place. Meddlers and control freaks need to learn that for starters. Doing so, by sweeping out what does not belong to us, can clear up a large portion of what we regard as “depressing” problems. As a psychic counselor, I teach my client-friends such things when I can and if they listen instead of choosing to wallow in problems that are not problems at all since they are not the owners.

But, that squat toad can still sit on one’s soul for other reasons, ones that do belong to us. That is a good time, a very good time, to remember our adult toys, that which pleases us to play with, that energizes and gets us up and doing once again. If nothing else, a curious person always has much to learn. I am a book store addict, same as I was when riffling through the magazine rack and book stand at the town drug store when I was a kid. Now, as then, I buy what I can afford, books that might possibly be interesting, if not at the time, later, like when suffering a blue funk. In current time, I have my Best Friend Mister-Doctor-Professor Google who always has rousing material I’ve wanted to know about. As I say, learning to read and write, and think a bit, can save us from the unnecessary pain of unhappiness and mild depression when it descends. And the best thing is that there are toys for people with every bent or kink, not only us verbal-conceptual types.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: The Psychic & Divine Mother

PSYCHIC MIND, THE PSYCHIC & DIVINE MOTHER                                       

by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

The inner life of a true psychic is a reality that offers dimensions rational people rarely experience. It is the world of the extra-rational, that which lies below or beyond the pragmatic surface of human mind. Once it is developed and put to use, the psychic attracts experience that transcends the norm, and is extremely soul-satisfying. Such a dimension is sometimes referred to as the supra-normal, but I contend that though highly subjective and results from opening to the Receptive or Inner Feminine Principle, it is as normal as everyday logic and reason which are, according to Carl Jung, expressions of our Inner Masculine Principle. Yin and Yang. Female and Male. Right hand and left hand in co-operation. A team!

During my long career as a professional touring psychic, lecturer and media personality, I was sponsored my initial trip to Mexico City by a wealthy woman who introduced me to many clients. One lady I was taken to, the wife of an important businessman, used a British translator for her private psychic consultation even though her English was fairly good. As part of my work offering psychic counseling, I also acted as a healing agent for an inner plane group of healers focused in the Spirit World. They worked through me as a vehicle to heal or help certain physical disabilities.

After the psychic session was completed, I asked if she would have her nine year old daughter brought in to experiment with a healing of the girl’s all-but useless left arm. It had sustained no injury, but simply went out of use. She was a beautiful child, but her left arm hung limply at her side, useless. It had not atrophied, however, and looked quite normal. I proceeded to lay hands, invoke my healers in the name of the Master healer, Jesus the Christ, and pray that the body under my hand would be made whole and function normally. After a period of time, I indicated that she lift her lifeless arm. She understood and slowly, with considerable effort, raised that little arm almost parallel to the floor! It was a first for her as her mother looked on and cried. Divine intervention had succeeded, at least up to a point. During another visit later that trip, she was able to raise her arm even higher. My psychic channel told the child’s mother that the healing forces would continue to work with her in my absence. And they did, eventually making the girl’s arm normal and functional again.

At the end of my first visit to that lovely lady performing my psychic talent in two ways, she asked if I’d like to see her gallery of paintings. Down a long narrow hallway perhaps fifty framed works hung on either wall. It was an impressive sight, but at one point I stood in awe. “What is that?” I asked. The woman probably thought it strange that I was not acquainted with the Virgen de Guadalupe, the Mexican expression of Divine Mother in Spanish Roman Catholicism. Beholding that potent form, I began to cry. Why I did not know. At the time I had not yet experienced visions of a past life I’d experienced in ancient Mexico during the time of the Conquistadores. Nor did I know the classic story of the little Indian boy who received the vision and manifestation of the Virgen de Guadalupe. That all came later. But the painting, a print, had a profound effect on the inner me. It woke in me something deeply spiritual, something perhaps that I’d once known long ago and had lain dormant in consciousness. Seeing me in such a state, the lady reached up and took the painting off the wall and handed it to me. It was large and heavy in its ornate wooden frame, and at the time I didn’t know that it was merely a print one could buy on the street for $15, but the monetary worth was beside the point. Its spiritual value was enormous. I knew she’d given it to me as an act of gratitude for helping her little daughter.

I took my new prized possession back home with me to Houston and during one elongated period, used it in psychic meditation. While gazing at the beatific form, I chanted a chant that I made up, “Om Madre Divina Om”, over and over as I deepened in meditative consciousness. Always the same I experienced a potent peace that made me feel spiritually whole, psychically balanced and perfectly integrated. I felt at-one with the Divine Her, Divine Mother in the form of the Virgen de Gualdalupe. And, miraculously, on two separate occasions, she turned her head, opened her eyes, and looked at me! Even though a highly subjective experience while in a deep state of altered consciousness, it was REAL, and I knew that She had blessed me. I was honored that Divine Mother acknowledged my being.

Whether Divine mother shows Herself as Mary, mother of the Christ child Jesus, or as Quan Yin in the ancient lore of China, I am convinced that the continuing active presence of Divine Mother is a spiritual reality and force that intends the healing of the world. From time to time, She manifests, whether among clouds in a bright summer sky for any and all with eyes to see, or as a vision in the mind or self of some psychic visionary. She is, I strongly believe, a potent force for good and God in an extremely troubled world. Spiritual cults, Divine Mother devotees loosely tied to Roman Catholicism, have grown up to honor Her eternal presence. Divine Mother, in whatever form or culture, is a reality that blesses my work and being every day. Of that I am certain.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: The Limits of Psychic Work

The Limits of Psychic Work by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

As a practicing psychic consultant, I have at times overreached. Usually I did so inadvertently. A woman client had referred a male friend, a professional, to me for psychic counseling. He seemed a very nice man, quietly intelligent and low-keyed. The session went very well and the gentleman, and he was that, thanked me for the insights my channel provided. When the lady who referred him visited again, I asked about her friend. Oh, he committed suicide, she said. Carbon monoxide while sitting in his car inside a closed garage.

She then confided that the man suffered clinical depression. I hadn’t known that. I assumed he experienced normal unresolved inner conflicts that my process of psychic psychoanalysis might discover. I didn’t know that he was one who when seized by the deepest of blue funks had little or no control over his dark mood. Apparently psychotherapists, clinical psychologists and psychiatrists aren’t always successful in dealing with such mental disorders either. Drugs are the last resort, or the first choice by lazy therapists.

In another situation, a woman friend of mine remained close to her ex-husband. He also suffered clinical depression. The only hint I got was that he remained overly dependent on his aged mother who seemed a nice woman. They all, mother, son, ex-daughter-in-law and their son, lived together apart in the same house. It seemed an odd arrangement but it worked for them. The man was a successful journalist and writer, and the sexy girlfriend he had at the time seemed a lady any normal man would surely want to live for. But there came a day when he just couldn’t cope anymore and swallowed a bottle full of pills. What he thought his problem was I never knew.

Why does a depressive sink into a deep funk? Is it a matter of dysfunctional brain chemistry? Or early life trauma that I as a psychic analyst seeks to discover? Could it possibly have to do with past-life issues that psychoanalysts usually don’t deal with? If that were the case, the right kind of psychic might come in handy. It doesn’t seem that any professional knows just what the cause is, so psychiatrists prescribe drugs, mood elevators, anti-depressants, uppers, in hopes that clients might avoid the worst of their down moods.

Any professional dealing with mental issues ought to recognize his limits. An authentic psychic has areas of expertise that will be helpful in appropriate cases. The same is true for mental health specialists. But each of us, I contend, ought to recognize our limits and not pretend to be healers of all conditions that we attract.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: Arcs of Light as the Soul Leaves

Arcs of Light as the Soul Leaves by Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A.

I was attending a Friday night dance at PWP, Parents Without Partners, AKA, People Without Personalities, when SHE appeared in the doorway! It was the mid-70s and I was newly in my Psychic Development period, and Faye was interested in Astrology. She a Scorpio, me a Pisces, and she lived up to the reputation of her sign! Chestnut hair flowed down her lovely back from a wooden Spanish holder atop her well-formed head. For a forty year old divorcee’, she was a knockout, and quite psychic in her own right. I beat the other guys to her and asked her to dance, then got her out of there as soon as I could. We were lovers for a couple of years, then forever friends after that.

Along the way, the elder of Faye’s two sons cracked up in a car accident and died. A terrible thing to happen to a mother. Just get them raised, then bang, or in this case, crash, and they are gone. The youngest, a daughter, was another matter. A strange girl who became a strange woman later. The second son shared his sorrow with Mark’s girlfriend, and later they became one. Faye was a Fundamentalist Baptist but there was another dimension to her, so I introduced her to the positive thinking Unity Church of Christianity where I attended during my psychic development period. She was dual in her thinking, but, when it came time for a funeral, she did not relish the idea of some sour dour preacher talking negative hell-fire and brimstone at the time of her greatest personal loss ever. So on her behalf I arranged for a loving Unity funeral for her first son, Mark.

At Unity we talked of releasing one who passed on in love. I taught the concept to Faye, and she understood the concept. At the funeral I did not sit with the sorrowing family of course. She and I were at right angles as we both viewed the young man’s body. I was in a meditative state as the minister spoke over the boy, and Faye over the way held up and did not break down and cry. There was a stoic quality about her in all things. Of a sudden I saw arcs of bright yellow light, one after another, lifting off Mark’s still body, then shoot off and away. What, I wondered, could that possibly mean? That his soul or Self was just then releasing itself from material life?

Later when I told Faye about what I’d witnessed, my psychic sense, she told me that at that time she was saying prayerfully over and over, “Son, I release you in love... I release you in love...” I like to believe that yes, as his mother released him in a state of love, he was able to go comfortably back Home to his, to our, origin in the greater, more real world of Spirit. Home to God and His manifestations. Gone before his time? That we cannot know for certain. But go he did as his mother released her son in love as I watched arc after arc of yellow light shoot off the boy’s still body lying there.

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com

Psychic Mind: Objectivity and Subjectivity, A Psychic Epiphany!

Objectivity and Subjectivity: A Psychic Epiphany!  by Richard Lee Van DerVoort, M.A.

As a psychic philosopher, in other words, grandiose or otherwise, a person who questions, yes, a person who longingly quests after Truth, truth and more truth, so help us Dog, I mean, God. Dyslexia crops up from time to emit, I mean time to time. And, as a psychic psychologist, psycho-log-ist, one, a psycho, who gives us the gist of things easy as fallin’ off a log, I wonder how our sdnim, I mean, our minds work, how they interact with all the things that are and is and maybe even could, should or oughtta be. So with that said, and...

speaking hyperbolically:

Last evening I was sitting upon the bathroom throne reading a book. I was reviewing a philosopher’s discussion of Objectivity versus Subjectivity. I was thinking his view a bit simplistic, if not obtuse, when suddenly another book fell to the floor from the stand in front of me. Ka-thunk! And then it occurred to me in a fleetful flash, fleetistically, so to speak: the book falling to the floor was an objective event. It was, yes, material and OUT there. My perceiving and understanding the event, no doubt under Spiritual Guidance, was subjective. The image in my mind was IN there. That caused me to conclude that objectivity, all that is OTHER, and subjectivity, mememememe and more me, are INTERDEPENDENT, not MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE categories. And as Kant said, categorically imperative. Or was it Hegel... Kant, Hegel, Sartre, the atheist who lived in an apartment that kept filled with a blue haze of cigarette smoke all his daze, i.e. days. What’s in a name? It is the idea, the thought, the content, that counts, that makes the difference. Or doesn’t.

Like the Buddha meditating under the Bo Tree centuries past, like Thomas Edison or Einstein having an Ah ha! moment, like the comic strip light bulb flashing on above a character’s head, like in a Zen moment of insight I became immediately ENLIGHTENED in regard to the question of Objectivity versus Subjectivity. My life, yes, was transformed, and maybe even transcendentalized a tad. The moment was so beautiful, I had to wipe... a tear from my eye. Maybe both eyes. Maybe even my throbbing Third Eye, the pineal gland said to be the Brow Chakra, seated or inset Cyclopedic! Which is to say, like a one-eyed Cyclops, or Jack. Let this stand as a profound Zen Koan that no one will or can understand, or as a Taoist Story with a moral. Let this expression live and outlive all readers reading about this most transcendent moment in time!                                

Ah the life of a sophisticated intuitive intellectual is sooooo rewarding! Truth and truths abound and surround me just waiting to be uncovered and discovered! LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL  That makes 7, the magic number of LOLs!

Notice that LOL spelled backwards is LOL, which makes life easier for dyslexics.

Blessed be those who know how to laugh!     

Signed: Richard, geezer and laughing philosopher

Richard Lee Van Der Voort, M.A. Please see my website that includes books, blogs and psychic services at http://psychicconsultingbyemail.com. For more information about psychic readings my e-mail my address is psychicmind.vandervoort231@gmail.com