Threeness

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What if Graceland isn't a place, but a state of mind?

I have half a mind to believe in totality. If I can just wrap my mind around it. The old saying, “What goes around, comes around” seems to stem from Buddha’s belief that all life is suffering and that our karma will catch up with us no matter how many lifetimes it takes.

Supposedly, you can’t run far enough or fast enough to get out of the way of the karma that barrels down upon you for an eternity or longer as some believe. I prefer Instant Karma. Let’s get on with it, shall we?

Don’t worry, make some cookies! Stop thinking from your twoness and focus on the threeness, instead. It’s all about sacred geometry and Laurie explains it in today’s episode of Mirror Down the Hall™.

Fractal geometry is yummy brain food

However, through grace or Graceland you might be able to see the patterns and avoid repeating your mistakes and incurring further karma. What if all of our perceptions or judgments about life, ourselves and each other were only because we couldn’t see the patterns? Maybe what is . . . isn’t the problem. Maybe the problem is our perception.

Do you really believe this beauty is pure coincidence?

What if leaning into the picture allowed you to detect unforeseen patterns that emerge only under close scrutiny? What if stepping back from the problem allowed you to finally notice the forest in spite of all the damn trees? What if the big picture was made up of tiny little pictures unfolding infinitely like a lotus blossom curling out of itself in spiral wonder? What if what you think you see is not what you get?

Some see a vegetable, some see god

What if everything is perfectly balanced and harmoniously dancing about the cosmos and the only “problem” is your belief that something is wrong, missing or going to hell in a hand basket? Can you observe something without impacting it? Really? Look again.

Scientists have long since proven that their observation, alone, alters the experiment at the subatomic level. Well, if something can be altered in such infinitesimally small degrees, then that means our observation of something – or perception of something – is our reality and alters the physical matter of our world from the smallest to the largest mass.

When will we awaken to our true potential? When will we choose to stop seeing the same ol’ patterns, over and over again, while reaffirming and regurgitating our sad stories, ad nauseum, as though nothing could ever change them? What if all it takes to change a story is the willingness to see a different ending . . . or beginning?

If we have the ability to alter our future, then we most certainly have the exact same ability to change the past. The time-space continuum curves in upon itself and from Source or true cosmic center, everything unfolds from a single point of consciousness into all that you think you see, hear, smell, taste, feel and experience. Your knowing is only limited by the artificial walls you build around your mind, your heart and your soul.

The key to finding paradise is to drop your guard, stop defending against hordes of enemies that cannot come until you create them via your fears, doubts and desire to be entertained by nightmares, devils, demons and all things “out there.”

You are the projector. If you don’t like the show, change the channel. If the story frightens you, stop the film. If you don’t believe me, then it’s because you haven’t tried the experiment yourself.

The experiment is simple. You reap what you sow. You are a transmitter and a receiver. If you only believe that you’re a receiver of energy, then you’re missing out on half of your life. You probably feel like a victim and that life happens to you. Tune inward and turn on the rest of your brain.

Open your mind to the possibility that you’re a transmitter, too, and that you must first send a wave of thought into the cosmos before it can ripple back and wash over you like the surf on your favorite beach. If you send out huge waves of fear, doubt and pain, then do not be surprised when a tsunami hits you, later, dragging you out to drown in a sea of sorrows.

Still your mind. Become as calm as a crystalline lake with nary a shimmer of vibration upon the surface and all the way down to the depths of your soul. Quiet the mind. Sssshhh. Stop the thoughts. Stop the fears. Stop the doubts.

Know who you are. Know that you are the creator of your world. Know that you decide whether you transmit fear or love. Know that you can change the patterns of your life by becoming still, noticing them and fine-tuning your transmitter so it doesn’t send out waves of negative energy that repeat the same faulty patterns ad infinitum.

Stop. Look. Listen. Turn off the outer world’s radio, TV and computer. Put your iPod and Blackberry down. Unplug the phone and dial down the fake world out there. Now, turn up the volume on the real world within where all potentiality resides. Enter the void and know yourself. Know god.

The kingdom of heaven is within. Unless ye become like a little child, playful, believing in magic and willing to use your imagination, then you will remain trapped in the evil world you perceive.

Once you quiet the doubts, fears and chronic complaints of a monkey mind slinging poo about your house of holies, your temple, only then can you begin to clean it up and start sending out some good thoughts that will most certainly come back to you, as well, heaped up and overflowing because the universe only knows one word: yes.

If it only knows to answer yes to anything you desire, anything you think about, then be very careful what you dwell upon. Do the experiment. Pay attention to your thoughts. Be calm. Transmit. Be still. Receive. Rinse, lather, repeat.

I find it funny as hell that I can spew such dreck, one minute – thinking, being and creating from twoness – then shift gears and feel the flow from Source through threeness, which laughs uproariously at my tiny mind, fearful thoughts and shallow perceptions of all that truly is.

This is why a good mirror is handy to have around, so it can remind us of who we really are when we forget, again and again, day after day as we drift back to sleep and slide beneath the waves of doubt and fear.

When we forget who we are, we cannot help but follow our ego’s lead and play small against the horror that seems to churn beneath the surface of our life like Jaws in a Hollywood thriller. It makes for a great story. Great drama. But when you grow tired of the nightmare . . . wake up.

I must remind myself that it’s just a movie. I am the producer. I am the director. I am the writer. I am the star. And sometimes I’m just taking tickets or mopping up soda from beneath the seats.

I am the ocean. I am the shoreline. I am the wave riding the shark until the end of time.

Forever we hunger to know ourselves and no matter how much of life we devour, we will never be full. The cosmic appetite is insatiable. From out of the void we flow and into the void we shall return.

Sacred geometry is a myth. There is no cookie.

The Kat