GALILEO, STANLEY HILTON, MY FATHER AND CONSPIRACY THEORY



He thought he had a trump card when he constructed his telescope. Would anyone argue with the vivid evidence?

He never imagined the cardinals would actually REFUSE TO LOOK THROUGH HIS INCREDIBLE EYE-OPENING TUBE!!!

I opening.


As far as the ruling AUTHORITY was concerned, Galileo’s account of our

position…and hence their position…UNDERMINED THEIR POSITION.

He had to be taken out. Galileo was deemed to be promoting a

conspiracy theory


As far as any Government is concerned, anyone promoting an account of

events which contradicts the official STORY is ASKING TO BE

ERAZED. AS far as they are concerned `conspiracy theorists’ are not  

human.


No doubt this is what George W. Bush thinks of Stanley Hilton who on

the 10th September 2004 said in a radio interview that George Bush

AUTHORIZED THE 911

ATTACKS.

(See www.rense.com `Government Insider Says Bush Authorized 911 Attacks.’



The idea is `don’t waste your time on THAT…it’s just another conspiracy

theory.


How many people do you know who don’t have the TIME to look into this

or that?

Of course you may be one of them.


If you are one of them, ask yourself why it is that you don’t have TIME to

examine what needs to be examined?


Scarcity of TIME is the scared city of tie-`me’ . Everyone in the scared

city is tied up.

CRYSTALIZED

Are you crystalized inside an attitude?

Inside an ATTITUDINAL VIEWPOINT.

Have you got enough TIME to examine your condition?


Of course according to the deranged, crystalized minds of the ruling

military mafia, conspiracy theorists are liberals.


To my mind there are VERY FEW true liberals. As far as I’m concerned

true liberals are not promoters of a liberal VIEWPOINT but alive beings

who are NOT AGENTS for ANY VIEWPOINT.


True liberals have warm, flowing minds.


Like yours?

Be honest.

The truth is it doesn’t matter which viewpoint you’re crystalized in, if

you’re Crystalized…YOU ARE TRAPPED!!!

FULL TIME.


And if you’re TRAPPED FULL TIME…like you’ve become a circuit board…the chances are you will LIE about your crystalized condition.


And that’s how you became an agent for deadness.

Through lying to yourself about your INNER CONDITION.

By telling yourself that you haven’t got TIME. Haven’t got TIME. Haven’t got TIME. Haven’t got TIME. Haven’t got TIME.


The truth is you don’t WANT time to think. To think about the nature of

THE TRAP

You are in.


You have no TIME because all your TIME is used up distracting yourself

from Becoming AWARE OF YOUR TRAPPED CONDITION.


This is written for those who are not at this moment completely

TRAPPED in a whirld of LIES. Who are still capable of admitting that

they are `living’ a lie.

Who are SICK of their own staleness.

Who are prepared to JUMP before it’s too late.



To BREAK OUT is to love your own ALONENESS.

Aloneness by its very nature is a non-competitive energy.


This non-competitive energy is like an immaculate living SPACE.


A DIVINE SEED.


If you protect this mysterious growth from being eaten or snuffed out by

old HABITS and allow it to grow in the basement of your self, you will

start to get the taste of what it is to BE REAL…surrounded by unreal two

faced superficial agents for falsity.

The false city of competitive mindlessness.


I was very lucky to have been educated by an enlightened man. My

father. It was he who taught me to trust my own aloneness.

He encouraged me to do nothing. To drift. To sit alone in the dark. To sit

by rock Pools for hours just spacing out. To travel out of the body. To

become saturated by the vast night starlit sky.



He told me how he’d become CAUGHT and taught me how to recognise

BAIT hiding emotional/psychological HOOKS!!!!!!



He died exactly on the day he thought he would.


STANDING UP!


Only one other person knew before hand his appointed day. And it

wasn’t my mother.


Although he was caught he never complained. He explored the ways of

mindlessness whilst remaining mindful, and passed on to me vital life-

saving tips…and then later…he would suddenly test me to see if I’d

digested the information.


He taught me that cynics are very CRUEL manipulating LIARS and to

VOID THEM

at every opportunity.


He NEVER BOASTED.


He was a conjurer. A gardener. A war-time Spitfire mechanic. A florist. A

long distance cycle racing champion. A cartoonist. A craftsman

carpenter who could play the fiddle and mandolin.


After my dad died, Dennis Vickery, who was also a gardener and

conjurer, who’d known my dad all his life, said my father was a very

warm bright LIGHT to everyone who knew him. Dennis said he’d never

heard ANYONE , anywhere, ever say a bad word about my dad.


Dennis who was ninety odd at the time, died a few days after telling me

this. I hadn't seen Dennis for forty years.



What was my father’s secret? He said he always felt EMBRACED by an

inner warmth.  And that, he explained, was because he knew the

difference between Honesty and TRUTH.


TRUTH, he taught me, is the SPIRIT OF LIFE.

By being honest to oneself, one made oneself available to be embraced

by TRUTH.


In that EMBRACE my dad always felt SECURE.



To my dad, DEATH was a part of TRUTH…and he looked forward to the

adventure.


And that’s how he went into it. From one second to the next.


Standing up!


Because he was rooted in BEING, he was never concerned

with havingness or non-havingness.


Have you ever tried enjoying the `sense of havingness’.


Actually I discovered `havingness’ is not something I could actually

SENSE.


You can be surrounded with everything you desired …but you can’t

SENSE the fact you own it. You can of course have the IDEA you own

everything you see around you, but you can’t experience `the

havingness’ with your SENSES.


You might have IMAGINED that pleasure…or even VAST PLEASURE

could be derived from `havingness’ or from VAST HAVINGNESS, only to

find that it’s not happening for you.


WHY?


Pleasure, real ALIVE pleasure, IS FRESH!.


Havingness is an expression of a CONTRACT WITH THE PAST.

So, is YOUR past fresh?


Can your past be FRESH?


© Neil Oram 2004