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The height of
Meditation is perpetual orgasm. When the world falls away and all is blissful
and calm.
Our Reasons are our Excuses.
Learn
only from Experience. Trust no one else. Know stillness, don't think
about it.
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The
Miracle of Möcke
as witness by Philosopher Stephan Pacheco
If there is someone that you grow intimately close with then you can develop
a soulful bond. Life is grateful to be touched. For such a relationship to
exist two minds must be clear. They mustn't want anything, even though they
will gain from one another. There must be a deep respect that develops
between the two, it occurs when there is no fear of vulnerability. It
deepens with a sense of Freedom and a deep sense of concern for the other.
When you both know that the most precious thing in the Universe is for the
other to know just how much you care, just how much you simply and
generously love the other then certain natural things can occur. This
creature that has life will become a Sacred Friend. In all aspects of
living, through Yin and through Yang, a main commonality in the flux of
existence will be the born of the existence of this unselfish love that
fills a reservoir of awe inspiring, ego shattering Faith that will lead you
both back to drink from each other again and again. Love is powerful and it
is a force that can keep souls bound for lifetimes.
This is an extremely True Story:
When I have had nothing...When I have been brought to my knees by the
dwindling of the last straw-like hopes that I grip in my hand, and when then
the cold bites and wind threatens to rip them from me, and all I know for
sure exists tomorrow is the whimpering of the people I love slowly rotting
into death, and circumstance and the ability of people to abandon what makes
them feel a discomforting feeling that leaves us to die in the limits of
this world, and that I could not be with those I care deeply for...and so
yes, I spoke into the night, far across existence. I calmed myself and
entered deeply into an instant state of meditation. And I became a void
within my body. And I made myself want nothing, so that words would be pure,
meaningful, and completely uncluttered. I said, "Lord, please (and I wanted
deeply, without selfishness and I reached with my spirit outwardly) let me
be there when Moko dies, so that I may help him and guide him into the best
state to move away from this body in. Please. Thank you."
Several months would pass. I would find work transporting produce for Ecoli
testing. After this job expired, as seasons changed, there came a time of
unemployment, but we had been much poorer so we weren't to concerned.
Struggling in poverty, can make the right minded person patient and calm
when he has enough to live a few more weeks. It is good to have been at the
very limits of life, then our minds don't feel fear until we are directly
facing the final moment, and then only for a second when hope fades out. One
month after the job should have been over and done with, we get a random
call to transport the truck and trailer we'd been driving across the country
to Nebraska and then rent a car and travel back. Through a series of
mysterious events, random choices, we wind up heading to our hometown to see
my Dog. This trip was planned suddenly, and out of sequence and time. And by
all odds we should not have had the chance to be where we were. We could not
have afforded it. We would not have gone.
Möcke, the 150 lb, Alaska Malamute German Shepard, collapsed in front of the
steps on the porch in my parent's backyard the second day we were in town.
And we were able to sit with him for two days.
At this time I had been studying the techniques of P'howa because sometimes
studying the techniques of others can help the natural spiritualist hone a
tiny aspect of what the soul naturally guides a devoted person in. It's also
a practice that some people know about, but aren't grasping. Any course of
meditation can lead to a benefit by the teachings though. A subtle guide to
moving consciousness, especially out of the body, especially designed to
help a person find Enlightenment after a person dies, like if they didn't
have time to complete the path to Enlightenment in life. By experimenting
with it, I had determined that beyond what the symbolism was trying to lead
a person towards was a method of idea that could yield results. Meaning,
from where I was meditationally, with my ability to concentrate my
consciousness, it was possible. And I had read that a master of it had
performed the methods on a dog. It said the method took a week to do, which
actually must have meant, the dog was dying for a week, because the method
only takes patience and calmness and repetition of touch, and the amount of
time does not have to be so long. So long as there is a period of time in
which the body is dying and the death is not instant. So, this was the best
method I had, and also the knowledge of the Tibetan Book of the Dead, which
I recommend you know what "no mind" means before you attempt to understand
it. So...I lead him this way.
I, of course, became calm, and entered into the realm of the peaceful
spirit, and I felt like water filling a glass. I was present. Being with
him. As Tiffany sat by my side, with love, and focusing on the Faith of the
Living Soul, and we did so without question towards, for it gained our Faith
by Proof.
I touched his head. And told him to try to relax. I have always spoken to
him as my equal, and he is. His ability to understand me has been proven
with precision on our adventures, in many situations where he had to know
what I saying and have a great understanding of my intent, because he cared
enough to. He manifested our connection just as much as I did. I told him
not to be afraid. This is only his body. Only something we can touch, but
this is not who you are. You are this thing that is seeing me through its
eyes. And for a time he would be calm, but death is frightening, and he
would begin to cry out. Screaming, because he couldn't bark anymore. Möcke
was always respectful of me, and showed it in the style of a wolf. For his
whole life he'd only look at me in the eyes for a moment. Though there were
many times where I would hold his face and hold his glance, and he knew well
what this meant. In the final hours he stared so hard into me, so deep,
wondering if I could save him, knowing that I could not. But I said to him,
"Do you feel this? Can you feel us? All you need to do is seek out this
feeling again. Feel it. Use it. This is our Love together. This is the power
that yields the Freedom that we allow each other to have. Seek Love Möcke,
and I am sure you'll find us again." I kept reminding him, leading his mind
back to his soul, to his existence, to that which is what we have been
together. After more moments of his dying passed and passed, we had to leave
him so that he could let go easier. We left for 45 minutes to get a fly trap
because the largest boldest toughest flies I'd ever seen were already doing
their job. We had spent hours swatting them, to try and make it more
comfortable. We covered him with shade. We coved his open wounds on his anus
to keep the flies off as much as possible. When we returned he was comatose
and unresponsive. This is what we expected, and hoped for.
When a human experiences this ejection of consciousness to a holy realm that
is supposedly in a state where survival is not difficult and a Buddha
welcomes you, when this great feat is accomplished, certain signs occur.
First, there is a patch of hair that falls out where the soul escapes, the
nose bleeds and the genital secretes blood or seamen. Möcke possessed these
signs at the time of death. His nose poured blood, the penise secreted (and
he had no testicles), and all the hair on his back peeled off. For a human
it is the hair on the head that leaves a bald patch, I understand, but the
physiology of a dog is different, and even though we performed the methods
based on people, the soul still found its way to eject itself and show the
signs properly. And his body showed serious sings of decay instantly. He was
very pungent by the second day when we went to bury him.
Since our Brother fell, our luck has been fruitful. It has been the same
following the death of my Grandfathers, but something very special happened
with Möcke. I was just right in my training and my discoveries of what souls
are capable of. And I feel his soul in a mighty way. This occurrence is the
most Beautiful thing I have ever witnessed, it is a powerful holiness, that
leaves us floating, laughing, and without a doubt of the splendor of what we
are helping all willing people towards. It is a place without masters, it is
a place with your friend, and it is the truth, without the possibility of
damnation where existence itself is our inherent equality and unbound
potential.
Our connection to nature was exactly the same. Our connection to each other
is exactly the same. We both reveled in our own genius and existence.
Tiffany said, "One thing about Möcke, is that he always listened to you." By
the glory of the reality of constantly existing heaven that never needs a
brick, he sure did. And I thank him so deeply for that. And my eyes show the
signs of tears because I know the impressive power of what it means. And to
all those who know no Awe, keep cultivating whatever led you to this fact.
THE MIRACLE: Moko has
proven that a soul can be Willed to endow itself with a purpose. And if the
intention is absolutely true, honest and genuine and love and calmness are
focused on, and you trust who is reminding you so that fear is alleviated, a
consciousness can be directed toward a more beautiful, more functional state
of existence. Moko also provides us with evidence that all souls, no matter
of physical identity are of Equal worth and value at all times and at all
possess a sense of Will which makes survival possible, making the natural
positive ascension possible and probable, because it is in fact the truest
desire of a naked soul. And if you face that at death, you will triumph,
become, and gain no power. But you will be more Free.
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