My longtime friends Diana Dors and Richard Dawson got married. It was the ideal marriage — two show biz success stories. Di was another Marilyn Monroe, and Dickie was the next exciting young male lead actor.
It looked from outside like the Perfect Couple in the Perfect Marriage.
I saw it from the inside, as a friend and frequent house visitor, as well as working with Dickie Dawson at KHJ-TV on his Tempo Show. I have a few photos of us doing the morning show, but we also did a radio show there and another one at KWIZ in Santa Ana for a few months.
I watched their Perfect Wedding, was a witness to the aftermath of their Perfect Honeymoon, and witnessed the not-very-slow disintegration of their love affair just about the time the wedding ceremony and reception were over.
This particular Perfect Marriage lasted, as I recall, a total of almost three years, before they called it quits, and Dickie couldn’t get her out of his mind. Rest assured, until she jumped ship, he had no inkling of the coming disaster, but all his friends knew months ahead of time.
I can’t get you out of my mind… Yeah, song hooks. Terrible things, aren’t they? The “hook” line stays in your head and repeats itself over and over and over and over and over and there is no help. No remedy that will still that voice, hush that lyric, quell that disturbing feeling that it will never end.
And you’re right, it won’t.
The reason is simple. As soon as that hook is finished running its course, the next hook moves into place and starts its little ditty.
It’s as predictable as apple pie and ice cream, and it’s what makes you tick, what makes you and almost all the folks you’ve ever met be able to function totally automatically and still survive okay and seem somewhat intelligent and aware, even though you aren’t.
Gurdjieff termed it “sleep”, but that falls far short of the mark. I call it death, and the folks under the spell of organic sensual seduction, “alien-dominated zombies”, and I sure hope you aren’t one of them.
Even if you have the distinct misfortune of being awake or partly awake or in the memory of having once been awake and you yourself happen not to be under the spell of “playing house”, “doctor”, “post office” “spin the bottle” and “hopscotch”, you’ll undoubtedly run into a lot of alien-dominated zombies if you have to go from home to work and back again.
If you’re an alien-dominated zombie, shopping at the Grocery Outlet Discount Store can be a total pleasure, where you’re surrounded by creatures just like yourself, with the occasional nasty hobbit over at the cabbage counter.
Shelley was Morgan’s friend, and one quick look at her bio will tell the story — she had it all, everything — Shelley Duvall was one horse on which any smart player would bet.
If you’re anywhere near 40 years old, or you’re well over that hump, you’ll be able to quite easily look back on your past relationships — all of them, including the one-night-stands, and you’ll see that every single one of them:
1. Formed for essentially the same reasons.
2. Formed in the usual way, with the usual courting procedures well in place each time.
3. Always came as a surprise, as did the disappointments and bitter differences that signalled the inevitable ending of the relationship.
4. Always contained the same high-school dramatic plays with the same ingredients and the same outcome each time.
5. Ended after about the same amount of time as all the others, and it ended pretty much the same way as all the others, with the usual brand of emotional fallout and depression.
Sounds terribly sordid and stupid, eh? Well, if you want a relationship to last forever, you have to work very, very hard to make that happen. It won’t happen by itself.
If you want your relationship to last forever, here’s what you have to do:
1. Write out and sign before witnesses an agreement that you each will never ever stop courting the other, not even for a single moment, not a single slip. Failure in this item is NOT an option. This means no bad words, nothing you’ll regret saying or doing later.
2. When in doubt, consult Rule #1.
On the other hand, you might not want a relationship to last forever, and there are a lot of good reasons why this could be so.
One of the best reasons is that “song hook” thing, where the same song repeats over and over again, and you can’t get it out of your mind.
Repeating Loops. That’s what chain, or serial, relationships actually are, and what they serve.
Parallel Relationships are not chain, not serial, not one after the other; they happen all at once, and they tend to be a lot longer-lasting than serial relationships.
I’ll give you an example that might be stunning to you. I took a poll yesterday at lunch, and the AVERAGE time in Cloister for the Cloister members was 30 years, but several members have logged over 40 years in service to the Ashram.
How many of your serial relationships come even close to that level of loyalty and devotion?
The secret?
Simple. It’s not devotion to a person.
Another obvious secret is the distribution of necessity, which creates great power and can make a fountain out of a drop of water. Teamwork is the answer, but it isn’t the teamwork of folks who TOLERATE each other.
That never works.
The whole team has to feel love toward one another, real love, not sentimental bullshit love, the kind of bullpucky and horsepucky from which Hallmark cards are made.
Sentimentality is what guys learn from each other and from little handbooks on “how to get laid”. They need nothing of the kind, no sweet talk, nothing. Just availability and a look of being somewhat clean.
Or somewhat dirty, if that’s your taste.
Most sex on the streets and on the internet is a restless swarming effect of cattle in need of stimulation and relief from pain, not just physical, but real angst, world-pain, the misery of having to endure life, the wish one had never been born, and so on and so forth…
Life sucks, then you die.
So why not screw your life away, right?
That’s the kind of answer you come up with when you’re caught in a “hook” and can’t get out of it.
There is no easy way off the wheel. Still, you can get off it enough to manage to work, if only you can outgrow your need for milk. That’s how women catch men, with the tits, and it always works and that can be soooo depressing, right, girls? It’s too darn easy to twist a guy around your little finger, too damn easy, too f*cking easy…might as well use girl-talk.
Girls are pragmatic, practical. You assess your assets, and if your assets don’t fit into a pair of tight jeans, you lose a few pounds of assets. It’s all about how you look — first impression, right?
Guys, you haven’t got a frickin’ chance. You think you choose a girl? She picked you out a week ago, dude, and you haven’t a clue how you got hooked. Why did she pick you out?
First of all, it’s never the guy who ends a relationship, no matter what the losers tell you. It’s always the girl who makes the move, and it’s always from one relationship to another, never just out into the Void.
And while in relationship, she’s always got at least five on the hook, ready to take up where the last one left off.
It’s not cynical, it’s what women have to do to move around in this culture. You have to use what you have at hand, not what you’d like to have at hand, and what’s available to women is to find a man as a protector and provider, trading the only thing that MOST men could possibly want from her, which is Great Sex, which she has to seem to offer, knowing full well that within a year, he’ll lose sexual interest in her, and start looking for excuses to avoid their agreed-upon Thursay night uninspired and unproductive love-making.
Hey, if that’s your taste in lifetimes, go for it.
There are other, much higher, uses for sex and sex energy, but those require a life of dedication and devotion to something much higher than someone’s organic genitalia.
Okay, so you’re tired of the game, how do you stop playing? There are so many ties, so many ropes, so many chains, so many things to do, places to go, people to text…
In years past, I’d have suggested that you try to realize the utter futility of your life, in order to get the willpower necessary to do something to change it, and then to observe yourself, see what you are as others see you, not as you fantastically see yourself.
Then, armed with that knowledge, rid yourself of your inner turmoils, your insanities, insecurities and bondage to protoplasmic orgasm, and get on with it, get yourself ready to move on to the next level, which is really what the game of life is all about, like it or not, and in this kindergarten, there is no automatic advancement.
You yourself walk your path, you are the final arbiter of your work-destiny. Nobody else can walk that lonesome valley, and sooner or later, you will have to do it anyhow, one way or the other.
Might as well be now? What makes you think you have the Willpower to direct your life?
Actually, you don’t, and there’s nothing in the ordinary way that you could do to earn the Merit, gain the Willpower and Cleanse and Purify yourself of inner turmoil and mental and emotional bunions.
Nothing you can do in the ordinary way will stop the inner turmoil.
No amount of mental exercise, emotional devotional openings, initiations and workshops will do it. Nothing that humans have invented as therapy on any level will work to bring you to harmonious completion.
There is a way, but you have to take the action. I don’t ever ask you to believe anything, not ever, and I never will.
Go to one of my morning didge healings. MAKE SURE TO SAY HELLO into the chat, or my didge work will not reach you. I must ethically have your express permission to link up with you and channel these energies into your plasmic space, which you might call your aura or personal atmosphere.
To me, it’s a rather lumpy and ever-shifting ball of sound. That’s what you are. A bag of water with rippling waves of energy passing through and looping round and round in the super-local spots.
There’s a larger plasma — that’s you.
Then there are a number of smaller plasmas around the heart and brain and much smaller ones around the pineal gland and the solar plexus. Ask any spiritual counselor you trust about this if you need confirmation. They will all agree on this issue, even if they bicker on every other point.
Around every point of conflict, there will be smaller plasmas, or sound-forms. These were often called “sound-forms” during the time of my special friend, Helen Petrovna Blavatsky, and formed the basis of her healing ideas for her pet project, Theosophy.
Theosophy was fun, but she soon tired of it and moved on. You can talk with her right now, today — she lives and works nearby. It’s not uncommon to meet yourself coming and going, in this work. There is no time.
That’s a hard one to wrap your mind around, eh?
Well, don’t even try. Wrapping your mind around things is NOT the way to understand them, although if you listen to some of the folks online, they’ll tell you otherwise.
What I do is this:
I form a ball of sound, just sound, that’s all, but don’t forget that EVERYTHING is sound; I know, you’ve heard that before, but what the hell does it actually MEAN???
I hate to say this — I just know I’m going to get letters on this, and there’ll be doggie-doo flung about in my general direction — but the fact is that it’s literally true, that everything is, indeed, sound.
The whole universe is made of sound. Manifest objects are made from sound plasmas stuck together in point-to-point relationships. Gosh, it’s so obvious, I wonder why no one saw it until now, but scientists are beginning to agree on one thing:
The universe is on the grid.
So how does that affect you? I can mark your place on the Grid by seeing and marking the place where your SuperBeacon resides. This, plus ammy and Matrix, give me the coordinates I need for the healing actions, and the necessary amplification for the fullest possible effect.
I don’t do windows. I offer the didge healing in the hope that you will use your bountiful energetics and enlightenment for the benefit of all beings everywhere.
I’m afraid that that’s my whole plan.
The way the healing works is this:
1. I create a Corresponding, a Sound Form Plasma contained in a Living Boundary, similar in all respects to a Universal Membrane.
2. You apply a Spirit Stamp Magickal Tattoo onto your lower back, abdomen, forehead, cheek, hand, upper arm, forearm, leg, inner thigh, breast or buttocks, which creates a pattern differential on the skin, indicating in the Higher Planes exactly where you want to place the Healing Effect, and also at the same time creating a symbolic circuit diagram, often called a Tribal or Magickal Tattoo. The REVERSABILITY of my tattoos is what is most important.
3. You sign into the livestreaming video station by typing into the chat the word “hello”, “hi”, or “hola” or any other greeting, to indicate your willingness to receive the healing. I direct the energies to your matrix grid position, tempered by the local Spirit Stamps. My plasma matches yours exactly; it goes over yours, and they mutually cancel each other. This is called “nulling” and is the result of wave-cancellation, like cancels like.
4. Note exactly where the energy hit you, and please indicate this on the forum, along with any results of the healing. This helps tune in the healings, and helps others and you understand the results and how to use them to raise yourself to higher levels.
5. Sign into the Ashram and stay in there for as long as you can, every single day without missing a day. This gives you the chance to exercise what little Willpower you do have, and gives you access to a much higher and more powerful Will, derived from your Avatar, your future Bodhi Self.
6. Attend some of the special events in the Ashram, and make yourself adapt to the life there, at least somewhat, in preparation for your next Journey. See what Life is like, without the rabid sex craze.
Sex is not the real rascal here, it’s merely the unit of trade in the game of relationships, and it just doesn’t work all that well after the first year or two. The only cure for that is more and more outlandish and outrageous activities, or perhaps one might consider the other alternative, The Work???
I know, right? Or not.
There’s only one way off the wheel. You have to actually do it.
sigh.
See You At The Top!!!
leslieann