WADE FRAZIER : A Healed Planet

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Trenairio:

The Peak Oil issue is a fairly marginal issue in my work. This thread over the past few months has covered the early stages of life on Earth and how the coal beds and oil deposits were first laid down. They aren’t making any more of it, and I consider the abiotic oil theories weak. When plate tectonics and related theories developed, the abiotic oil theory dropped into the dustbin of history, although you can still find it being promoted in certain fringe corners. It has long been estimated that in 1859 there were about two trillion barrels of recoverable oil in the ground. Even the most optimistic recent assertions have moved it closer to three trillion, so that is a pretty narrow range of estimates. There have been no major finds since the 1970s. We have burned about a trillion barrels so far, and are burning about thirty billion per year, and more than 80% of the world’s population is not industrialized. If everybody merely lived at the USA’s level of lifestyle using fossil fuels, what is left in the ground, even at the optimistic three trillion barrel number, would be gone in less than twenty years. As it is, we will likely burn through all of it in my lifetime at projected rates. Hundreds of millions of years in the making, and all burned up in about two hundred years. Burning up a resource a million times as fast as it was created, and there not being any more when it is gone, is not exactly sustainable.

But the Peak Oil issue is a small part of the thrust of my work. As the Peak Oilers know, resource depletion crises don’t manifest when the last drop is burned, but around when production peaks, which has plateaued in the past several years, globally. We may be at Peak Oil, now. The era of cheap gasoline is gone forever. American energy consumption per capita peaked when the American standard of living did, in the early 1970s. Energy is the economy, and always has been, which the Peak Oilers understand quite well:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/scarcity.htm#fossil

The USA’s repeated invasions of Hydrocarbon Country in the past generation have everything to do with the oil (including the saber rattling with Iran these days). No rational non-American on Earth thinks any differently. Fracking, exploiting shale oil and tar sands, etc., are classic resource depletion activities. After the cream has been skimmed, then humans work their way through the lower quality resources until they eventually are sucking at the dregs. The EROI for oil production in Texas in the 1920s was over a hundred. With the tar sands, shale oil and the like, it is less than four, and all are environmentally catastrophic practices.

The air and water pollution aspects of acquiring and burning hydrocarbons are creating many environmental catastrophes, and would be reason enough by themselves to abandon fossil fuels.

The downsides of burning hydrocarbons include:

1. The practice is not sustainable, and we will burn through them in the geological-time-scale blink of an eye.

2. There is not enough hydrocarbon fuel for the entire world to industrialize, and the poor nations' inability to was partly an outcome of colonialism and can clearly be seen today in what the USA has done to Iraq, for instance. Turn them back into Stone Age peasants (for those that we don’t exterminate outright), and they can’t use the oil, so we can steal it.

3. We are only seeing the early years of global wars over the dwindling hydrocarbon fuels, which Heinberg called “Plan War” (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/scarcity.htm#catton ).

4. Burning fossil fuels is creating vast environmental damage. Acidifying the oceans is one effect, but the most dramatic may end up being melting enough land-based ice to flood the world’s coastal regions, which would displace at least a quarter of humanity for starters, and the consequences of that are truly hard to imagine. It would make World War II and the Black Death look like tame warm-ups.

Those are just some of the downsides of relying on fossil fuels, and that is just one aspect of our catastrophic energy practices. As I type this, I am breathing in radioactive fallout from Japan, and the worst may well still be coming on that score. If the spent fuel pool at Fukushima collapses, they will have to evacuate Tokyo for starters, which would be the end of Japan as we know it. It is hard to even imagine that one, and should give everybody an idea of what displacing a couple billion people due to rising seas would look like. I know people who have already fled to the Southern Hemisphere because of the threat that Fukushima presents.

With free energy, all of those issues can disappear almost overnight. Not only that, but all environmental damage from our energy production methods could easily vanish (including outdoor farming, deforestation, etc.), and the human standard of living could leap upward by orders of magnitude (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/lessons.htm#advanced ). Framing the free energy issue as “We (as in Americans, if we kill off enough dark-skinned peoples who get in our way) have enough oil and coal to last for centuries, so why even think about free energy?” does not have much to do with my work.

I wrote this before seeing Robert’s reaction, and his addresses other aspects of the situation.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Missed one bus, so I have a few minutes. Those college days were extraordinary in ways, but I only have time for my first academic failure. Seventh grade and my first semester of college were my two hardest stints in school, as I went into a much more intense scholastic environment. I was pretty much straight As all the way through my college diploma, except for those two stints, and my first semester in college broke me of a bad habit that I got from my mother: watching television.

Even though I was a bookworm from the time I could walk, I also watched plenty of that TV that my mother had on for what seemed like all of her waking hours. In her demented state the past few years, she still watches TV all day, especially shows like Mayberry R.F.D. But I had the foolish notion that I could tackle a college-level science and math curriculum while watching my 20-30 hours of TV a week. It was my calculus class that taught me my lesson. I had a professor that was into memorizing definitions. I hate rote memorization, and burned out on brain teasers when I was about twelve. The calculus class was the one that all scientists and engineers take, and math is a subject that if you do not learn the level you are in, you won’t be able to do the next level. For instance, algebra is the arithmetic of calculus. If you can’t do algebra, you can’t do calculus. My second year of algebra in high school was a terrible one, where it was self-study. I don’t know how the school got away with that kind of class, but they did. But that was not my problem in calculus, not really. It was that I got off to a slow start, and did not catch up. For my first test, I got a B, I think. For my second, it was a C, and on my third, I got an F. An F. Mr. Math Wiz got an F. That was my sobering moment. That was when reality dawned on me. I knew something was wrong. At my college, I was at a stage in the class where I could drop it and take it the next semester, which I did. But that was the easy part. I realized that I could not cut the curriculum (although the chemistry I was taking at the same time was an effortless exercise for me) if I watched my 20-30 hours of TV per week, and I tried an experiment. I decided to give up TV for a month, and see what happened. After a month away from TV, I never went back.

When TV came into American living rooms in the 1940s, my father could not see the point and never watched it. My month-long TV fast was like taking a fish out of water, for it to understand what water was. After a month away from TV, I could not see myself wasting time in front of a TV set. Because the USA is a bunch of TV addicts, I would still see some to be social around family, friends, and roommates, but I just saw it as a price of being around those people. I never turned on the TV myself. TV is garbage, and insidious in ways that habitual TV watchers don’t understand. I went years without watching any TV, and would be disoriented after watching an hour of it. TV is the primary method of conditioning the minds of Americans.

When I took the calculus class again, it was probably the academic revelation of my life. I could not believe how easy the class was. The very same problems that stumped me the previous semester I did in minutes. I was back at the top of the class, and years later, could still work the hardest problems in differential calculus, to the amazement of students who came to me for help. Quitting TV helped.

Time to get on the bus.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

In those college days, several things were happening. That shock of the first semester was over by my second semester, with me learning how to really study for the first time, the kind of study that it takes to master subject matter. I began to see my first real girlfriend that year, and we were together for two years. I was going deep in my mystical studies, with Seth and The Aquarian Gospel as my constant bedtime companions. I was the kind of naïve fool who bought thirty copies of The Aquarian Gospel and handed them to friends over the years. I almost never saw anybody’s eyes light up, except after I got into mediation groups, and I belonged to several over the years. It took me a while to realize that unless somebody had their mystical awakening, material like Seth’s and The Aquarian Gospel was just words on a page. I worked at a retirement home for three years, beginning in my senior year of high school, working in its restaurant. I was their star employee, and keeping the restaurant clean and running smoothly was my game (that is where I met my girlfriend). I saved money like Ebenezer Scrooge, making about $2.00 per hour.

I almost went to the Air Force Academy out of high school (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/war.htm#business ), going through my redneck rite of passage. But by age nineteen, I was a committed pacifist. It was the beginning of my second year of college, however, when I had my first existential crisis. Up until that time, I was some kind of Golden Boy, and I always assumed that I would go to college and go off to do great things. I had that dream of changing the energy industry, too (http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy.htm#glimpse ), but what the heck I could do about it as a teenager, I had no idea. After acing the first year of college chemistry, then it was time to get serious. I signed up for physics, biology, the second semester of calculus, and organic chemistry. I had already spent two years in chemistry labs, and the lab professor for my organic chemistry class I also had the year before. He was a nice enough man, around sixty years old or so, but I clearly recall one day, watching him shuffle between laboratories in his white lab coat, with his slumping shoulders. He was a somewhat somber and pathetic figure, and as I watched him walk between the labs, I saw my future, and it was not pretty. I was beginning to realize that life in a chemistry lab might fall far short of my dreams of gallium oxide.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post571595

Until that time, I just assumed that I would become a chemist or work in a related profession, and to begin to understand what it entailed, and to get depressed by it, was a huge blow to my life’s sense of direction. What the heck was I doing with my life? Soon after that unpleasant realization, I began dropping my classes. In end, the biology class was all that I stayed in, and the professor of that lab openly disliked me, probably because I did not have the proper attitude, and aced his tests without even trying. I was anything but an eager beaver. At that time, all I knew was studying “important” stuff like math and science, or “loafing” and studying history, English, and the fluff classes (studying the mystical material was great, but certainly did not pay the bills). That was the extent of my horizons. I went through about a three-month period where I felt lost, seeking some kind of direction but never finding it.

As I will get too later, that first remote viewing in the Silva class (https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post571595 ) was only the beginning of a long series of paranormal experiences and study that continues today. But at age nineteen, I had never really prayed before. I was blessedly raised relatively free of religious indoctrination, only attending Sunday school at my mother’s insistence for a few years before adolescence. One day it hit rock bottom for me. I was about to drop out of school and move to somewhere like Kansas to try to find myself, but that night I went to bed and prayed desperately for guidance, any guidance. I was out of ideas. The prayer was simple and direct, along the lines of, “I need help, and if anybody can hear my plea, I need guidance for what to do with my life.” I fell into a dreamless sleep. The first waking moment the next morning was unforgettable. As I lay there and opened my eyes, looking across the room from my bed, a voice in my head spoke up. It was the first time I ever prayed for guidance, and the first time that I heard that voice. It said, “Have you ever thought about studying business?” It was an alien thought. I did not know that you could study business, but I was instantly enthused by the suggestion. I called the college and asked if a curriculum for studying business existed. The college said that they sure did, and I could get an appointment with a counselor for the next week and explore my options.

That might sound like I was a rube from the sticks, but I had no idea that people could get degrees in studying business. One friend took a class in bookkeeping in high school, and I heard about accountants once a year around April 15th (the tax return filing deadline in the USA), but that was it. I knew about lawyers and doctors, but nobody I knew or knew of had a degree in business. It was something far outside of my reality. Even today in Ventura, I’ll bet there are not many MBAs. Well, the rest, as they say, is history. The next semester, I took Bookkeeping 101 and an introduction to business class. My mathematical mind ate up the bookkeeping, and I applied my mind to the study of business and capitalism. I also took Philosophy 101 that semester, and I wish I had saved some of the papers that I wrote, where I brought my scientific and mystical outlook to philosophy. I am sure that I would smile and shake my head at my youthful cogitations.

The next year, I took the first year of accounting, and it was a great, challenging class, taught by the best teacher that I ever had for any subject. His classes were challenging, but he was fair and had a high regard for his students that I rarely encountered. I became one of the best students that he ever had, and when I went off to the university the next year, I was head and shoulders above the university students, which my teacher had a lot to do with. I refer to that teacher as Mr. Professor in my writings:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#mr

There were several dynamics happening during those years. At the end of my second year of college, my mother left my father for a guy who was about my age, who I knew. He worked at the same bowling alley as my mother did. My parents had an extremely bitter divorce, and I was in the middle of it. My younger brother was put into the military as an alternative to prison, so was not around, and my youngest brother, the one with the mental impairment, became a kind of hot potato that neither parent was too excited about continuing to raise. I saw some very human sides of my parents in those days.

At the old folk’s restaurant, I rarely ate the food, being a “health nut” from age twelve:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/medicine.htm#lessons

and beginning a fasting regimen at age seventeen:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/medicine.htm#bragg

I have poured countless thousands of cups of coffee, but have never drunk any in my life. I went years without drinking tap water, or eating anything with salt in it, and about a week before my parent’s divorced, I stopped eating all animal products, just to see what it was like. I was a vegan for eighteen months:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/veggie.htm#vegan

I am sure that my choices were frustrating for my track coach. My freshman year was auspicious, as I became a fledgling track star. The field events coach thought that I was going to make the big time in the javelin. I had the talent for it, but the javelin is known as a “weight event,” meaning that big, burly men were the typical javelin throwers. I was kind of thin my freshman year, at 6 feet, one-inch, and about 155 pounds. When I went vegan, I lost fifteen pounds. I did not even try to get any protein, not really knowing what I was doing. But my body odor disappeared, and it was likely the healthiest that I ever was. It was also the only year when I could dunk a basketball. Because my hands are relatively small, I could not palm a basketball, but had to kind of curl it in my arm to get up to dunk, which meant that I had to get higher off the ground than the average dunker did. I was not a world-class jumper, but not bad. I long jumped about twenty feet, too, but that was not going to be competitive at the college level.

That lost semester also lost me my eligibility to be on the track team that year, but I was fine with that, to my coach’s frustration, because I knew I would be going to Ventura College for three years, to get the business curriculum going. I took 23 units one semester that third year, to catch up for that lost year and chase my girlfriend to the university. She was an agricultural major, and planned to go to UC Davis. I decided to go to nearby UC Berkeley, which had a reputable business school. Then she decided to go to Cal Poly at San Luis Obispo, and I followed her there, not even knowing if it had a business school. There the young fool was, once again, setting his course by chasing a woman. Similar to how I chased that girl into track and she was not even on the track team, when I moved to Cal Poly (I never saw the campus until I moved there), we were in the same dorm, and we were there only a week when she dumped me!

Again, somebody was looking out for me, because Cal Poly had a good business school. I went from being the science prodigy to the accounting prodigy, getting the highest test score on the national accounting exam in my university’s history. But the year before we moved off to the university, I had another sobering lesson.

I wrote about having the world record holder in my first collegiate track meet, and competing against the eventual world record holder in the javelin:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post573401

I was not a world class thrower, but other world class throwers believed that I had the talent to become one. But a 140-pound vegan was not going to get there. However, after my freshman year, my coaches expected me to easily get the school record the next year. When I was ineligible and skinnier than my freshman year, I was not playing the game right. But I was on the team for the next year (as I am writing this, I now recall javelin nightmares, where I kept trying to make the team, but was ineligible because I was too old, and other reasons; I have had those nightmares even in recent years, even recent months), and the record was mine to take.

But along came a guy who joined the team; a Mexican-American man, and one of the nicest guys that I ever met in track. I was around more world-class track stars than I can get into right now, but people like Dwight Stones:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dwight_Stones

world record discus throwers and the like were in my circles, and if I wanted to hang out with them, I could have. Oh, the swaggering that went on back then with my fellow track athletes. When I was in college, I saw a survey of track athletes, and they were asked a simple question: “If you could take a drug that would allow you to set the world record in five years, but you would be dead in ten years, would you take it?” More than half of those surveyed said yes. I could long go into that subject matter, but that is how crazy that milieu was, and I was around people who took steroids and god knows what else.

But this Mexican-American man was a year or two older than me, and he was just there for the fun of it. He coached a children’s team at a local school. He picked up the javelin, almost as a lark, and with my help he set the school record instead of me, just as I was on the brink of setting it. I figured for two years that the school record had my name on it, and the nicest guy around got it instead. What a blow to my ego. As I look back, I am sure it was that voice and its friends, putting me through their paces, humbling me, getting me ready for what was coming.

More to write, but not tonight.

Best,

Wade

[CdnSirian]

Hi all. I have only reached 10/24 in this week's posts and have 2 min left of Avalon time for this morning. Love everyone's pics! And appreciate all posts re heart and singing.

Sandy how kind of you to be thinking of us in your personal yard! I love your hearth and home response to us.

Wade the bus schedules are leaning in our favor this week! Catch up with the posts over the weekend...

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Not much time for a post this morning, but I will get to at least one good one this weekend. I hope to get through my personal experience posts soon, and get back to Rome. There is a method to my madness. Part of it is to show the human element of my journey, to help readers understand how my efforts ended up where they did, what the high road was like for me, and to make the picture clearer of why I think about the situation the way I do, and why I am trying to build a choir, not an army.

Nobody can really know until they are there, but people can apply their life’s experiences, especially if they stepped outside the mainstream, to mine and those of my fellow travelers, and get a sense of what it was like. Unfortunately, a great deal of what I experienced, and how it impacted me, I cannot talk about publicly in order to protect people, both the innocent and the guilty. More people will have to die before certain subjects can be broached, but I can get enough out there to help those seeking experiences in these realms to attain some kind of understanding of what walking those roads is like.

If people sincerely seek the experience, they will get it, in one way or another, but their motivation is all important. On the FE path, there are innumerable pitfalls, which generally revolve around the ego and personal experience:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/conun.htm#pitfalls

The FE path is no place for the ego and can be life-threatening to newbies, and those of us who walked the path, even out of the noblest of intentions, got humbled. But it is never really over for those of us who were bitten by the dream of a healed planet and humanity. Shortened lives, bankruptcies, prison stints, wrecked careers, friendships, and family relationships – those are the fates of anybody who ever walked the FE path very far. The “lucky” ones took the money and were never heard from again on these matters:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/hooked.htm#payoff

But selling your soul does not work out too well in the end. That is a lottery that only fools want to win.

Off to work.

Best,

Wade

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

While I was playing jock and other roles, I continued doing the remote viewing exercises that initiated my mystical awakening:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...aac#post571595

As I stated, I often did it empathically, feeling what the subject felt. A childhood friend took Silva after I did, and we worked cases together. I once read an old relative of his. As I read the case, I suddenly hunched over, with my shoulders thrust forward and my back thrust out, and it became accentuated when I breathed. It was an awkward feeling, and I just thought it was something strange. Afterward, I asked if he noticed that strange hunching over that I got when I was reading that case. He said that it was very noticeable, and that his relative was hunched over in just that way. That kind of phenomenon is common, and many other variations. Something was communicating with my mind. Some might argue that I was somehow reading my friend’s mind, but there are too many instances in situations like that where the psychic would sense things that the other person was not aware of in the case, but it was confirmed later. You really can’t pursue that kind of stuff for very long before “hits” like those mount, both with you doing the reading, or where others read your cases. Spoons bend, auras are read, and so on. Doors open that can never close again. It becomes evident that everybody has psychic ability. A Silva class trains people to develop their inherent abilities. There is really nothing magical about it, but the implications are huge, to put it mildly. Some people are more talented than others, just like some can run better than others, sew better than others, and so forth. The older the soul, the more interest and talent in those areas, I think, because older souls are on the inward journey, and younger souls are on the outward journey.

Silva’s “Edgar Cayce” method is designed for sending healing energy to the case, as well as demonstrating to people their inherent abilities. Before long, I was trying my hand at healing. I know some immensely gifted healers. I think that my first “case” of somebody I knew who was deathly ill was my first girlfriend’s mother. She died while we were together. In fact, she died the same weekend that that rival javelin thrower broke the school record that I thought was mine for the taking. In the Silva teachings, it is taught that when the healing energy is sent to cases where the subject is near death, the subject may not use that energy to get better, but to help move out of physical reality, and it will happen within 72 hours. In my early years of doing that, four people died within 72 hours of my working on them, and the last time was that girl with leukemia that I have written about:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...mia#post194267

and she died about 70 hours after that first intense experience with her. I stopped doing it after that – it was a bit draining for me, especially when it was a young girl. I only did it when somebody close to me needed it, in emergency situations. It works.

It is too bad that the Silva class is a shadow of its former self. It still was the best introductory course that I know of. After college, when I started my career in the hell of LA:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post319133

I joined meditation groups, some led by the LA Silva instructor, who has been my close friend ever since. I mummified fruit with my college roommate:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...ify#post496281

I carefully picked the subject and control fruits. We did a tomato, and I did a strawberry on my own. How we did it was put the control and test tomatoes in glasses of water, and we held the test glass between us and projected energy into the test tomato (we did it for a few minutes). The control tomato was a rotten mess in two weeks, while the test tomato slowly mummified. I think that it sat there for two months, and I am not sure if it ever really rotted. With the strawberry, the control turned into a puddle in one day, while the other one mummified and lasted about eight days. The differences were so dramatic that there was no way that chance could account for it. Brian O was able to reproduce the effect using crystal energy with Marcel Vogel.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post545477

We all still need to eat, which comes from solar energy, but that psychic energy stuff is amazing, and points toward ideas that expanded my notion of the possible about a million-fold. I think that we were tapping, however modestly, the zero-point field, which is partly why I say that the source is likely divine in nature. Level 19s have it down:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level19

but for the rest of us, tapping the ZPF to obtain practical energy will happen via technology, at least at first.

Time for bed.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

I think you did an excellent link here, Wade, between ZPF which is part of our existance and can be reached through our vortex points and chakras and the technology that is based on it. psychic energy happens when our human body manage to connect to other levels of reality. with our entrapped consiousness and the current conditions here on planet earth, it is kind of difficult and a little restrictive to do that. but nothing lasts forever.

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

Thanks, yes, bridging that is not easy and can be pretty subtle. For instance, when I say that love is the answer, or that love is the Creator’s energy, or that only people with their hearts in the right place are fit for trying to bring FE to the world, or that in a world of scarcity, personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity, or how FE can catalyze abundance and a healed planet, I am not stating unconnected ideas or unconnected realities.

To think that love is some kind of mushy feeling, best left to the romantics, is to entirely miss the point. We are here, IMO, to learn about love, and it ain’t an easy class, not by any means. Love is the energy of creation, and in very practical ways, if our hearts are not aligned with love, we are not going to get to FE on the technology front, much less reach Level 19. Only love will be able to pierce the darkness. We are also supposedly sentient beings, and we can manipulate our environments like no other animal on Earth can, and we are in danger of making this planet uninhabitable by complex life forms. We can also completely turn it around and turn Earth into a paradise for every living thing. But it will not manifest via soft-headed New Age mush:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/purpose.htm#newage

the self-flagellation of the environmentalists:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/purpose...ironmentalists

the Young Warrior delusions of “getting the bad guys”:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/camelot.htm#warriors

The selectively blind and victim-oriented perspectives and actions of the structuralists and the conspiracists:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#weakness

the tinkerer route, the capitalist route, the sneak-past-Godzilla route, the stampede of self-interest route, and on and on.

The sentient singer route, where the singers sing from the heart, is what I am trying to mount, but that is anything but easy, either, but Bill, Ilie and gang have provided me a platform where I can at least explore the possibility, and I am concluding that it might just have a chance, although to a rational observer, that may seem like a ridiculous notion. I have been a part of overcoming greater odds, and I know that there is more than meets the eye, so I keep walking the path in front of me, and seeing where it might lead.

More later, but I have to run.

Best,

Wade

[Ilie Pandia]

It's interesting this "love" word . Luckily in Romanian we have two words with similar meaning that differentiate slightly between romantic love and other kinds of love.

I suspect that most have gone through the process of learning about love, then "experiencing" love, then learning their love was not actually "true" love and going back and forth at this deepening their understanding...

I have strong hunch that I did not experience yet the "love" that is the solution that Wade is talking about, but the good news is that it seems I might get it soon (or at least I am learning what love is not.. if that makes any sense).

[Wade Frazier]

Ah Ilie, you are stealing my thunder! The Greeks called those two “loves” Eros and Agape:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eros

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agape

The tension between those two is as old as humanity and even older. I love my wife, and I love my wife. As we get old, the Eros can tend to dim (as it is related to procreation, after all), but the Agape can flourish. My sun rises and sets on my wife, and it may have helped that she is a babe.

There are song lyrics like “Looking for love in all the wrong places,” as people struggle to find love in lust, and so on. But even in the New Testament (or was it The Aquarian Gospel, or was it some of the apocrypha?), Jesus kissed Mary Magdalene on the lips, and his disciples asked why he did not kiss his disciples that way, and Jesus responded with something like, “You guys just don’t get it, do you?”

I was planning to write a post this weekend that presented some of the wild events that happened close to me in my early days, where the Bacchanalia of Rome reincarnated. Love was really not to be found there, but many Earthly delights could be. The debauchery sometimes got pretty extreme during the 1970s, as women were liberated and had birth control, and the twin scourges of herpes and AIDS had yet to make their appearance. Some of the stuff I was around simply could not happen today, I would imagine.

Love,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

Ilie, what you say makes sense, but I safely assume that you indeed experienced this inner feeling of a greate expansion of the heart, it might have been when watching a leaf, breathing the air of the mountain, having an intimate moment of shared understanding with another person, having a good hearty laugh, looking at people on the street or on the bus and wishing them well. looking at the people of the planet and wishing them well...
I also believe that the feeling of 'Catharsis' has certain amount of love in it.

All those moments contains love. personally, I know I need to learn a little more about love myself (unless the meaning of 'caring' and 'love' is somehow related) , but mostly about unconditional love, and that is no less of a challenge than Wade's ' patience' lesson

Wade, I believe I know what you mean when saying that things are pretty subtle. One of the most important tools any one should have when traveling this 'fascinating earth path and era', is differentiating the Subtleties, the very very almost imperceptible difference, like mesuring milligrams on the scales, or as if something can be a millimeter close to the truth but not quite right, and it requires a good level of ability to distinct between those two.

Many fall on this, even if they are on the path to enlightement.

Since Ilie mentioned the two words for 'love' in Romanian (by the way, how does it sound? can you please share? : ) and Wade is differentiating between 'Eros' and 'Agape', I hope it is o.k to chime in with the Hebrew biblical meaning of the word ' to know'. in short, you can get to know a lady, but if you 'knew' her in the biblical meaning, it means you were a very happy guy

Talk about Subtleties ;-)

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

I don’t see much difference between love (Agape-style) and caring, especially caring for others. The Ra Material looks at the evolution of our souls as hinged on the tension of the choice between caring for ourselves and caring for others:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#ra

and I’ll buy that.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

Thanks Wade, This makes me very happy to hear you say that, Since I quite often reflect about it. To be honest, I wanted to present this question for you, but I didn't. Now you answered me anyway. A mind reader ?

I am familiar with the Ra material and the 'harvest' idea specifically, I would rather think about it some more, Before I will come to the final -cut conclusions. I think that 'caring' (to others) and 'love' are from the same family, but simply maybe on a different level, 'love' (especially unconditional) might be the final growth before the harvest. Thanks!

[Wade Frazier]

Hi Limor:

If you want to say that Agape is an amplified version of “caring,” I can get on board with that.

Best,

Wade

[Limor Wolf]

It might be the ' END ' of the movie.

[sandy]

I often ponder about the meaning of Love and Unconditional Love as it is the latter I believe that measures the integrity of one's being.

Sometimes in loving self and others, one must do so, even at the expense of the loathing of others. It is not easy to be hated for loving but this action does build the unconditional love of self for it is self that knows the intention comes from LOVE.

So much for keeping it simple sweetheart K.I.S.S

[mosquito]

Posted by Ilie Pandia (here)
.... (or at least I am learning what love is not.. if that makes any sense).

It makes perfect sense Ilie

It's so easy to get entangled in the linguistic farce of the word "love". It's just plain ridiculous that in English we only have the one word, but not really much improved in French where "love" and "like" are synonymous, nor Spanish, where "want" can have the same meaning.

I think that what Wade is talking about is exactly as Limor said, the feeling you get in your heart which defies all explanation and cannot be quantified in any way. For me over the past few years, the purest form of love I've felt is for children, and even that is subtly different to the "love" which encompasses all of creation. We need to wake up to the fact that WE ARE creation, and are in no way separable from it (linguistic self-sodomy again; "it" being 3rd person and therefore not "I") and we can only really do this through experience, not through analysis or logic. What works for me is: caring for children, being in nature, doing Qi Gong, anything which gets me out of "me ! me !" mode.

Maintaining that sense of all-encompassing "love" in the face of overwhelming greed and wanton destruction of our environment is a little challenging at times.

Thanks to everyone here

[Wade Frazier]

Hi All:

Oh, yes, the words. What a poor method of communicating. Seth said that we developed language when we lost our telepathic abilities. I have used the word “love” plenty in my life, and it can really be something when people get all cerebral and ask what I mean, when I can see them firmly in the grip of fear. IMO, we are here to learn about love, and very few have mastered the lesson. Love and fear are mutually exclusive it seems, and the reason why personal integrity is the world’s scarcest commodity is because of fear:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/energy1.htm#burn

A channel once said that all fears were rooted in not feeling in control of what happens to our bodies, and I’ll buy that. Physical reality is one hell of a test. As Sandy says, we can choose to love, and that choice is what made this civilization what it was:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/visions.htm#roads1

The single greatest reason why we do not feel in control of what happens to our bodies is economic scarcity. This is another way that FE and love are joined at the hip. FE is about making love practical, and in both obvious and subtle ways, we are not going to tap FE unless our hearts are in the right place. I honor the nuts-and-bolts aspect of it but, in the end, the advent of FE and abundance is about learning to think and act like creators, and they always do it with love. In my previous post, I made the connection between the mystical energy and nuts-and-bolts FE. I believe it is the same thing, and I believe that its source is divine. People can argue that everything is divine, but discernment is called for here.

When I write that my fellow travelers were a bunch of over-grown Boy Scouts, what I am really saying about them is that they lived by their hearts:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paths.htm#scouts

and living by your heart in a world of scarcity and fear is not only highly unusual (the needle-in-a-haystack level), but it is anything but easy. And yes, Sandy, following my heart and that voice in my head wrecked my life and many relationships. People like Ralph were guilty of projecting their pure hearts on others, thinking that others thought like they did:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/mcgehee.htm#heart

I know the feeling all too well. It is like FE. The reason why almost everybody is in denial of FE is due to fear, and if you look deeply at the levels past denial of FE, those levels 4 to 11:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#level4

they are all rooted in fear or inexperience. I am getting ahead of myself, but when I started being attacked by my investors, soon after I raised the money, the woman leading the charge was a woman that I once considered marrying:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...l=1#post327642

I was amazed at first. I wanted to say, “Hey! This is me, Wade. You know that I always do the right thing. How can you think that I am criminally motivated?” Before it was over, I was accused of criminal motivation by both of my parents, the very people who raised me to be a Golden Boy. If my own parents could not understand, how could anybody else? They were all blinded by fear. There was compensation, however, and the friends who stood by me are like gold nuggets to me today. Mr. Professor’s and my refusal to abandon Dennis, when everybody around us turned into cowards and thieves, led to our greatest hour, but it ended up costing us, dearly. Those events wrecked Mr. Professor’s life and led to an early death:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#journey

I was young enough to survive the experience, is about all that I can say. I likely won’t get another post done this weekend, alas. Too much on my plate at the moment.

Best,

Wade

[Robert J. Niewiadomski]

On some evenings when my children are put to sleep i ponder on the day that has already passed. I replay the moments of our mutual misunderstanging (if any). In this moments i see our whole planet, inhabitated by 7 bilions of "spoiled brats" and i understand in that moment what Unconditional Love our Creator has to have to his children not to wipe us from the surface of the Earth in the blink of an eye. Instead, despite our ungratefulness, He/She just keeps on providing for our needs and caring for us. In this moments i too can clearly see that Love is something we all came here to learn... We better start learning... ASAP

I Love Us All Very Much

[Wade Frazier]

Hi:

Thanks Robert. I have a stray minute before I go off to the office. The human ego is like a child going through the “terrible twosies.” The limbic system, the seat of the emotions, is no more evolved in humans than it is for the other great apes. Some channels have said that we are ego-bound, with the ego placed in a job that it is not fit for. They say that the ego’s primary purpose is to simply focus the soul in physical reality.

Those ideas are certainly debatable, but when I discovered that people are addicted to scarcity, or perhaps more accurately, they were addicted to the scarcity-based ideologies that fed them:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/paradigm.htm#dominant

in all instances, it was a fearful ego that could only see loss with the advent of abundance. It was nothing short of incredible to put the ideas in front of people, to watch them look everywhere they could but at the issue, flying off onto all sorts of irrational tangents. Scientists actually might be the worst offenders:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/advent.htm#naive

That was behind Brian O openly wondering if we were a sentient species, after playing the Paul Revere of FE for several years:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/brianmem.htm#sentience

It is like the deeply irrational thinking that dominates the “skeptics”:

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/show...han#post572814

and the scientific community letting the scientific equivalent of Rush Limbaugh speak for them on matters beyond orthodox theory. Mastering the emotions is one the late tasks on the soul’s journey in physical reality, if the Michael material is to be believed:

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#michael

and I’ll buy it. Late Mature is the most emotionally challenging soul age, and I finished it only a relative few lifetimes ago, if Joya’s reading was accurate (and it likely was – she had many improbable “hits,” including future events):

http://www.ahealedplanet.net/spirit.htm#reading

and being emotionally-centered in this lifetime has been a “joy.”

Off to chores.

Best,

Wade

P.S. I just saw that there are 70 guests on this thread right now, which is a record, by far. It must be some group. This thread will hit 250K views in the next week. Who would have thought? It gets about the same number of visitors as my site does.