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Well... imagine... Hank smokes!
I've seen his tobacco... he rolls his own.
I wondered if he also drank...
he certainly does not look like it.
But then with Hank... who knows?
I asked him why he smoked... and he said...
well Muranda... it's very simple...
but first of all... let's hop on the bus.
and here's Hank.....
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I'm glad to tell you why I smoke Muranda...
I smoke because I like it.
I always do what I like... whatever it is.
To not smoke... or to not drink...
or to not look at beautiful girls and have thoughts...
is denying... what is.
To deny anything is wrong.
For if you deny the one thing... and then the other...
well... there is no end to denying.
You might as well deny Life... or the Universe.
You see Muranda...
to deny or suppress something you like...
is refusing Life... by bits and pieces.
And that's what some people do.
They deny or abstain from anything to everything.
They think that by abstaining from certain things...
they will enter the Kingdom of God.
The Body to those people... is sin or evil.
Some people even torture the Body.
These people have been conditioned or brain-washed.
The Body is the Temple of the Soul...indeed.
Soul is... God living in the Physical Plane.
We as God are here... to learn... and to taste...
what Physical Life is all about.
How can we learn and taste by denying?
We are Souls living in our Creation...
in order to become familiar with what we as God have created.
We are here to taste Life... all of it.
Naturally...
one should not over-do it... because over-doing it...
is just as ignorant as doing nothing.
Life is eating... drinking... smoking... making love...
having fun... drugs... war... pestilence... sickness...
or being crippled... Life is Everything.
We are here to experience the full Gamut of Physical Life...
because that is our endeavour as Souls on Earth.
We are engaged in all kinds of situations and circumstances...
not because we are kicked out of Heaven...
but because we want to.
Well... all this might sound strange to you...
and in some cases...
you might even find it cruel or repulsive.
However... your reactions... your pain and your pleasure...
real or imagined...
are all part of the Gamut of Physical Life.
You have come to experience all this by living on Planet Earth.
We as God... are here to experience...
our own Divine... and not so Divine... Creation and Physicalness.
This is the only way for God to experience its Creation.
You see... it would be senseless for God...
to be stuffed into one Big Body and play Universe...
because there would be nobody to play with.
That's why... we have split ourselves into multiple Aspects.
All Aspects are the same Being. Equally...
Not all Aspects however... agree with each other...
and this produces the Cosmic Game or Play we talked about.
We appear in Multi-Form all over the Universe...
and our Mission... is to taste our Physical Creation...
by experiencing our very Desires.
To suppress these Desires... means...
that we would be missing... what we came to do.
And not to forget... suppressing Desires...
makes you a neurotic and unnatural person...
and you commit a form of Mental-Emotional-Suicide.
To suppress Desires is also dangerous to others...
for this is the very reason...
why so many nice and righteous people...
all of a sudden go berserk... and do something atrocious.
So... Muranda...
to learn to satisfy our Desires... properly...
with emphasis on properly...
to learn to control them... and finally...
to learn to outgrow them... is what we created Earth for.
The Solar System and all that goes with it...
is the very Cosmic Playground that has been created by us...
to give us the opportunity...
to satisfy every Desire we can think of... or are bothered by.
The Earth is the very outlet for our Human Desires.
It's very simple... if you itch... you scratch.
The Whole of Creation is the Result of a Cosmic Itch.
A Creator's Itch.
We are Creators... what else can we do... but create?
It's our very Nature.
If human beings do not fulfill their Desires...
they will be fulfilled in their dreams anyway...
because in one way or another... they have to be fulfilled.
If we don't... all of us would choke... so to speak.
However... to fulfill our Desires...
- consciously -
is the only way for us to learn how to master them.
Life has to be lived Consciously. Life is Consciousness.
So... if we do not consciously experience...
what we are supposed to experience in each lifetime...
we have to come back and do it some other time.
We live in Bodies... until we've done it all...
and have become a balanced Soul.
A balanced Soul knows what Life in the Physical is all about.
It knows the Score.
That's why I say... you must do what you feel like...
because if you don't... you've missed the boat.
However... whatever you do... should not interfere...
with the lives or welfare of other people.
If you don't observe this Universal Law...
you create a Karmic Imbalance...
that sooner or later must be corrected in the reversed mode.
So... Muranda... I smoke because I like it...
and a couple of years from now... I'll just quit.
And since you're curious... at one time I drank...
and even smoked a bit of dope now and then.
I experienced it... and stopped when I was ready.
Planet Earth is a Cosmic School...
and since Man... is a Soul and a Creator...
and is not finished learning...
the World is quite messy now and then.
You see... Mankind on Earth is a very young Soul.
Here and there we find an older Soul...
but the majority are like young Teenagers in Souldom.
So... our Play on Earth... is like a Drama in Junior High.
It's far from professional...
and we blunder once in a while... yet it is fun.
Eventually each Soul in Learning...
will find Balance and Equanimity... by means of...
the many self-created lessons that must be mastered.
To find this Balance and Equanimity...
can only be done by living lifetime after lifetime.
All Lifetimes however... are simultaneous...
for Time is an Aspect of our Physical Existence.
Anyway Muranda... in order to know what God is all about...
it is necessary the be Man first.
For only after we have been Man...
can we become a Buddha or a Christ...
a True Son of God.
However... we are a Son of God anyway...
we are just not fully capable of behaving like one.
All in all Muranda... Life is a simple affair.
Man as a learning Creator however...
has made it difficult.
Man is his own worst enemy...
and the sole Creator of all the conditions he faces.
God... or... the Universe is Neutral.
Yes... God is Love... sure...
but Love is letting go... Love is surrendering Control.
Love... is letting you... do your Thing.
Anyway Muranda... what do you think about all this?
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Hank stopped talking...
and he looked as if he was expecting an answer.
Well... there I was... still in my listening-trance...
and I didn't know what to say.
I looked at Hank...
and his face was as stone...
and then he started to smile.
I sort of mumbled... well Hank...
what do you expect from me... confirmation?
I hear you... but a lot of what you say...
somehow becomes clear to me... later on...
when I'm alone.
I just hope... that you are not waiting...
for some kind of approval right now.
My listening is my approval.
I looked up...
and Hank's face was one big smile.
And then he said...
I know what you mean Muranda...
it's all right... you're doing fine.
Just make sure to keep your notes straight...
for sooner or later you will write like I talk... easy like.
Then he got up... and by golly we had reached his stop.
He waved... hopped outside... and whistled.
This Hank you know...
how the hell did he know I made notes...?
How is it possible...?
How did he know that I kept track of his talks?
Does he know me inside out?
I told you that this guy was different...
yeah... but how different can you get?
I felt awkward and betrayed somehow...
and I decided to quit writing as of today.
However... at noon time... when I was all alone...
I decided that if I stopped writing now...
I was admitting... that I felt betrayed and found out.
Very likely... you know... Hank would know that as well.
I felt totally disarmed... and vulnerable.
Anyhow... I wrote my notes...
because I decided... that I was my own woman.
Never mind who knows about them.
I wrote... because I liked it...
And what Hank knows or says... or doesn't... who cares?
Then I wondered again... how could Hank have known about my notes.
I couldn't figure it out.
Damn it Hank... why couldn't I have a secret.
I am a female you know.
My day was a mixed up miracle...
everything went wrong... but everybody smiled at me.
I accepted all the smiles gracefully...
and I blamed Hank...
for all the things that went wrong.
Would Hank know that as well?
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That evening I went over all my notes...
and I started to type out the first draft.
I was still wondering how Hank knew about them.
It was all very puzzling... was it just a lucky guess?
Would he be so psychic that he could read my mind?
Would he know that I'm not engaged... or not married?
Would he know that I'm basically a loner... like him?
He never asked me anything... yet he knew everything about me.
What kind of a creature is this Hank?
The most uncanny thing was...
that when I made my notes... or typed them out...
he seemed to whisper in my ear.
I always knew what to write or type.
Our discussions... just seemed to repeat themselves.
One word just followed the other...
and none of them came too fast or too slow...
it seemed as if he sat on my shoulder... looking.
Anyway... here I was... writing.
I felt pretty smug about it and I wondered...
whether I would be right on plan?
Well... plan or no plan...
I was pleased with myself...
and I felt radiant and graceful.
Yeah... and tomorrow...
tomorrow I will ask Hank... how he knew.
I also want to know who is whispering the words.
I hope he won't laugh.
I typed until late in the evening...
for I had more material than I had thought.
It would take a lot of hard work to finish it all.
My layout... as you have seen by now...
is unstructured... and it takes time...
but I'm happy with it... and it's looks great.
I wondered if Hank knew anything about writing.
All I've ever seen him do...
is make notes in his books... and he underlines a lot too.
He uses two different colours... red and green...
I wonder why.
I've never seen anybody more different than Hank...
and you know... I think that I like him...
because of his differentness.
Anyway... tomorrow Hank...
tomorrow I want to ask you...
how you knew about my notes.
The curiosity is killing me.
I feel that Hank is a modern miracle.
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First thing the next morning...
Hank showed me a picture of his Son.
He was about eight years old.
His eyes on the picture were alive... and beautiful.
I loved the little fellow right away.
I asked Hank...
whether his son was with his ex-wife.
He looked at me... hesitated a bit...
and then he said.....
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No it's not like that...
my son left his Body a long time ago.
He lives in the next Dimension.
My son Michael was a Beautiful Person.
One day he got sick... and never got better.
He was just nine years old...
and the doctors couldn't do a thing for him.
He had leukemia.
He was in and out of the hospital many times...
he didn't fuss much... it seemed normal to him.
Michael talked a lot... before he left...
it took a long time to die.
At the time... I didn't really realize what was happening...
but Michael knew it all the time.
One day... about a month before he left...
we were talking and he said...
soon I'm going to leave this place Dad.
And I'm going to leave it in peace... happy-like.
You see Dad... all I have to do... yet...
is die peacefully and happy... knowing that I am.
That's why I came here in the first place.
You know Dad... he said...
God is Activity... The Activity.
God is The Activity of Existence... loving Itself.
I am the Love of that Activity.
Hank's voice was almost breaking up...
and he slowly continued...
I cried and cried...
when I listened to my son...
and I felt a sadness within me...
that could not be expressed by words.
I thought...
why can't I die... instead of him...
why can't I trade my Love... for his Death?
And slowly my son said...
Life does not work that way Dad.
We all have to do... what we've come to do.
It's no use to cop out.
How did he know what I thought?
Well... Muranda... there I was...
listening to Michael telling me...
what Life was all about.
How could he be so wise?
It certainly was not from me... or my wife.
Michael was somebody we couldn't fathom...
he flabbergasted us time after time.
Michael and I talked a lot that last month.
He made me look into myself.
HE WAS A PEARL OF HEAVEN.
Another time he said...
you know Dad.. you're going to change.
Your life will be like another lifetime.
And maybe Mom's also.
That's part of my mission.
I didn't really know what he was talking about.
But later I understood what he meant...
it was crystal clear then.
You see Muranda... before Michael got sick...
we used to be pretty wild... and on weekends we drank.
We were trying to hide our true Being... behind booze.
We didn't want to face ourselves.
My wife and I thought...
that we had good times... but really you know...
we were only hiding or covering our inner frustrations.
We were boozing corpses... living a mind and body life.
We neglected Soulness.
We were Unhappiness... searching for Happiness in booze.
When Michael got sicker and sicker...
I thought... why him... why us... why me?
I thought that God was very cruel...
and I shouted at God inside.
I was a whimpering fool...
and I felt sorry for myself.
I was drunk most of the time that month.
I was at the end of my wits...
and I was mad at everybody... including Michael.
Why did he have to die... we loved him.
Although I was drunk all the time...
my outward behaviour was normal and controlled.
I thought that I had drowned my frustrations in alcohol.
Naturally... I didn't drown anything...
but made the whole thing worse by drinking.
I didn't face my problems and I was a total wreck.
The way my son accepted his sickness...
was absolutely astounding.
He didn't even complain once.
Finally... Michael died.
Peacefully.
Anyway Muranda... I thought that the world...
was the most absurd place possible.
I thought about suicide a lot... because life was sadness.
I couldn't stop drinking.
I hated myself...
and the world... or God... was at fault.
I was a suffering victim.
The world seemed to be a place...
were God functioned...
as some kind of Torturing Cosmic Clown.
God made people suffer... just for the Hell of it.
I was so depressed that killing myself looked pretty good...
yet I never tried.
I felt that there was something...
I still had to do... or find in my life.
After about seven months...
I decided to face myself... and quit drinking.
I started to read.
I read hundreds of books on Psychology and Metaphysics.
I read for three or four years.
What I became aware of... was absolutely astounding.
I discovered... Who or What I really am.
I discovered that I am an Aspect of God...
and that sooner or later... I would be...
Hank the Christ... or Hank the Buddha.
You see... I am the Instrument... of my Higher Self...
who expresses Itself... as the Person I am.
All we as Human Beings really have to do...
is attune ourselves to this Force in order to be happy.
Because this is the Force...
that lives us... and is us.
We are this Force... but don't know it.
I became aware... that all of us are dreaming...
and that we subject ourselves to self-created nightmares...
in order to awaken to our own Greatness as the Universal Creator.
I discovered that I was dreaming...
and that I was the Creator of my Dream.
I decided... that if my Dream was not to my liking...
all I had to do... was... change my Dream.
I have been changing my Dream ever since.
And I am Happy.
Naturally... our Dreams... or Lives...
are the result of our Thoughts... and our Attitudes.
We all create our own Reality.
We all are the Creator of our own Life.
We are God the Creator.
Anyway Muranda...
I learned a lot from my son Michael.
I learned all this after he left.
His suffering and death... initiated me into Life.
Michael came into our life... to teach us the lesson we needed.
He made a great sacrifice.
He came to Earth...
and chose us as parents in order to teach us.
All of it is obvious to me now.
I changed my mind about Life all right.
Indeed... it's like living another lifetime.
It happened... like he said it would.
By thinking about it long enough...
I could see right through the plot.
My son Michael was a very wise Soul... almost a Christ or Buddha.
He was always in contact with his Higher Self.
Well... anyway... since Michael has left the Earth Plane...
he is one of my Guides... and I love him dearly.
Michael talks to me... for He is Me.
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Hank left the bus with tears in his eyes.
He never looked back... and he never waved.
Outside the bus... he wiped his tears with his sleeves.
As for myself...
I cried just the same... but my tears were different.
My tears were tears of Joy... for getting to know Hank.
At that moment... Hank and I were One.
One in Heart and Feeling.
I knew that Hank was the most beautiful person I had ever met.
Thinking about him... or feeling him... made me shiver.
I left the bus crying.
I wondered... about what Hank had said...
Was my life a Plot as well...
and who was the Plotter?
Are Hank's discussions... coming from Michael?
... is that what a Guide is?
The whole day I thought about Hank...
and that evening I felt joy and anticipation...
to meet him again... and listen... and listen.
Yeah... this Hank... how beautiful he is... and full of feelings.
Hank is the Softness of Love... living as Hank.
Why did it take me such a long time...
before I recognized the real Hank?
I wondered... at what moment a person starts to love someone...
instead of just liking them.
Whatever moment that is... I do not know...
but all I knew was... that I loved Hank.
Not as a Lover... but as a Man.
During my sleep that night...
I dreamed about a Cosmic Love swaying the trees.
This Love would blow in the forests...
and all the trees would laugh.
There were flowers as well... they were giggling.
I loved it.
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The next morning it was raining cats and dogs...
and when I came to the bus-stop Hank was already there.
He was wrapped up in green plastic bags.
When he saw me... he smiled and said...
rain is good for the earth...
but it is hard on beetles...
it drowns them.
Worms don't like it either...
that's why they crawl on the sidewalks.
Make sure you don't step on them...
they are the eternal plowers of the earth.
We talked about animals...
that is... Hank did... and I listened...
so here is Hank.....
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You know Muranda...
animals really are Man's best friend.
However... because of the Fear in Man...
they are on the defensive.
They sense it... and therefore stay away.
Many... many years ago...
Man and animals were really close.
But nowadays... they only come up to you...
when you are Crystal Clear.
Crystal Clear means... without Fear and full of Love.
Some great people in the past...
could sit right among the wild beasts...
and they would never get hurt.
Their level of vibration... was the Vibration of Love.
These people were pure Love...
and wild beasts behaved like well fed kittens.
Love made them feel good... it satiated them.
Yes... there were many great people like that in the past...
they were very evolved Souls.
Many of them are mentioned in the Bible.
The Bible is only one of the many Works of God...
for all Books are the Works of God.
God however... never wrote a word...
People did... and still do.
And the Word of God...
is just as abundant today... as it ever was.
Did you know Muranda...
that many Great People in the past...
were thrown among hungry lions...
but never were hurt by these animals?
These People had attained... what is called nowadays...
the Christ Consciousness Level.
It feels good to be with Great People like that.
Their Sphere of Being... radiates Goodness and Bliss.
It feels like... you're in Heaven.
Well naturally... Heaven is a State of Feeling.
It also is called... a Perfect State of Grace.
The Christ Consciousness...
or the Perfect State of Grace...
is what the Great Man Jesus attained.
Naturally Jesus never saved the World...
because the World is not a Place that needs saving.
The World is the very School for Mankind...
where all of us will attain the State of Perfect Grace.
Right now... everybody in the World...
is working towards this Level of Consciousness.
Whether we know it or not...
or whether we believe it or not.
Many People have attained the Christ Consciousness Level.
These are the kind of People who form the Solar Government.
They are looking after us... silently.
All of Us will reach this State of Being in Future times.
It's the most beautiful State we can reach.
Anyway Muranda... animals as well as people...
can feel and enjoy the surrounding sphere...
of a Christ or a Buddha.
That's why so many people...
want to stay or live in the proximity...
of an Enlightened Master.
To live with a Master is beautiful...
however... not to live with one is being One.
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During our conversation...
we had boarded the bus and this time I remembered.
We sat in the back...
and on our ride to work... we talked and talked.
People looked at us... but neither of us cared.
We were busy... so to speak.
When Hank finished talking...
he slowly put his hand on my arm...
and then he looked at me.
A shivering feeling of Goodness went through me.
I couldn't speak... and my eyes went shiny.
I knew that Hank knew how I felt.
And then he said...
you know Muranda... what you just felt...
is the Feeling that is Godness.
Godness is Love.
Slowly I came to my senses...
and I said... you know Hank...
I have no idea why... but when I'm with you...
there is no other world... but you and I.
PLEASE TALK TO ME FOREVER...
Hank looked at me...
and his lips were trembling.
I felt that he loved me...
and it was a Feeling... I had never known.
This kind of Love...
had nothing to do with kissing or even sex.
It was just Sublime... I felt good all over.
Hank got up to leave the bus...
then he turned around... and waved...
he turned to leave again... and looked back and winked.
It seemed as if he didn't know what to say.
Slowly he said...
Muranda... I feel so good...
A miracle has happened.
Everybody in the bus could hear it.
All these people however...
were of another world and I didn't see them at all.
I waved to Hank... and winked.
I felt absolutely radiant...
and I just sat there... feeling good.
I thought of all the questions I had...
but right now... they didn't matter one bit.
Nothing was important... but sitting there... feeling good.
At lunch time I made my notes...
I felt loose and kind of dreamy.
It seemed... as if everything...
was happening to someone else.
I thought about what I had said to Hank...
Please talk to me forever...
The words came from a place I didn't know.
They came all by themselves... where was I?
I felt good about what I had said...
and then I remembered...
never before had I spoken so spontaneously.
It wasn't me at all... it was my Soul who spoke.
I thought about this for a while...
and then I knew... that Muranda... my Body...
was but a mask or dummy... and that my Soul was the Speaker.
I felt my Self... my Soul... alive within my Form.
I laughed about it... and thought...
the World... Hank... and I... and Everybody...
we are all One Big Soul...
speaking through different Bodies.
It's just too bad...
that we know so little...
of the One who speaks through us.
We live in Matter... and we think we are it.
... how crazy!
Somehow I knew...
that all this was but a temporary exercise.
When I got off the bus the sun was shining...
and the streets were washed by the rain.
The world looked fresh and beautiful.
At the clinic I walked on air all day...
and wherever I looked... I saw Faces of Light... smiling.
My whole body was on automatic pilot...
and all I did was think of Hank.
At night I worked on my writing...
and I typed without thoughts...
for somebody told me the words.
My notes were but guidelines... I didn't really need them.
I felt that I was not really doing the typing.
My fingers knew how.
Afterwards...
I read what I had finished that night...
I was in awe and thanked the Whisperer.
I felt very light... and happy.
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