I’ve been talking to and chronicling an indigenous Philippine sorcerer for almost 7 years. I have many notebooks and lots of material. He spoke good English but took a long time for me to understand his terminology in relation to his spirituality.
His name is Arik (pronounced Aur-rik) from the Manobo tribe of Mindanao. I met him here in Cebu City, PH. We’ve been meeting for 3 or 4 times a week at our houses and restaurants, parks, and beaches. He has profound insights into people as a result of his tribal and spiritual school’s traditions. His insight into human psychology was totally new to me in its revelations, and mind-blowing miraculous to me in its depth and weight. I thought I’d humbly share it with all of you.
Today, I had met Arik at his apartment in Cebu City. He was spartan and minimal in his accommodations, but his place was cheery and comfortable. He had flocks of plants on the window shelves. There were pieces of dark wood in a corner that he was carving to make a bookshelf. There was no television, only a small radio on his table. He was just saying goodbye to one of his Filipino students named Nyle who was a medical student. We would later become excellent friends because we had both become hooked on Arik’s teachings.
There was a war on the other side of the world which was troubling to me. Nearly half a million people killed and many more displaced. I asked Arik if we could ever learn to not massively destroy each other.
He explained. “The false person in people has no conscience, it can spin rationalization for practically anything. It hates people and makes them crazy-lost. You think it is that Big Guy over there pulling all the strings? Nope. He is YOU! Your false person inside is bombing that city and burning its children.”
“Please, Arik! , I cried, “Me? That’s absurd, I want the war to stop!”
“You, and everyone else’s false person- inside- IS what you’re seeing outside. You must take responsibility for that carnage also. As long as you people allow this false person idiot inside to have control of your systems, you will continue to destroy each other.”
Arik became very serious and sat down in front of me saying, “In fact, it is only thru the hard work of Angels that you all haven’t completely slaughtered each other off long ago. Also, In fact, it is only thru the hard work of Angels that your planet is not blown off into space and still hangs on its axis! Many of the Angels were human once, and have compassion for your situation.”
He handed me a mug of black coffee and continued;
“Crazy-lost is a twisted valuation of stupidity. That happens when you have allowed the false person inside of you to love ignorance, imagination, and suggestibility. It is difficult for your people to know the difference between crazy-lost and a real self when you’re buried in crazy-lost. Everybody is insane and nobody knows it. Everyone thinks their thinking is fine and they really know what they are doing. They strut like dumb roosters oblivious to their actual condition.”
“Arik, I have a very difficult time accepting that we love suffering,” I stated.
“Yes”, he replied, “I know. You do not see as yet the magnitude of it. Nobody does. Suffering is a gigantic hoax which only the blood of Life can expose. Crazy-lost is not seeing the utter uselessness of the false person inside you -that you worship so reverently. He is your false-friend, you talk to him, ask him for advice, and never see how he stabs you. You also do not see that society’s syrup is fake medicine for your problem. Your false person is not real, but you coddle your false friend for un-life.”
“You see crazy-lost is to deny and live apart from the blood of Life, which is always present bursting with Life. You prefer a substitute. A memorized-time-life you call ‘me’ which is killing you. But, since the bell of Truth has been shut down in all of you, BY all of you-you just continue to fake it, lie, and coddle your dead idiot inside.”
A wave of sadness coursed thru me. “Gee, Arik, What has happened to us? Can we redeem ourselves?”
He became pensive and quiet and looked deeply into my eyes. Staring eye to eye deeply was a way he communicated a vastness and conditioned me to be receptive. I always felt a desire to immediately look away. This eye contact was definitely uncomfortable and creepy for me initially, but gradually I understood somehow he wanted to speak to me without speaking. He was teaching me Aware of being Aware. Soon we’d do this ‘co-looking’ a lot; it was 100% Platonic. My awareness was heightened after these contacts and I felt lighter, more centered and more energized. This “Aware of being Aware” was probably the most potent tool for advancement I’d ever learned anywhere. I’m so grateful to him for teaching me this!
Arik arose and began making more coffee. “When you cross the bridge to the blood of Life- you can see like an Angel. You will be able to see that the Battle has already been won. But, you have to cancel time to be an Angel to see.”
“Wait a minute, Arik! The deal about “Angels” seems pretty far-fetched to me. Any talk about Angels at all kind of makes me ill. In the USA, people talk about angels in New Age nonsense-cults and children’s books. How do you know these Angels exist? How can you verify their existence at all? Why do you call them Angels at all?”
“They are conscious beings of a higher mind.”, he said quietly. “I’m working very hard to bring your English language to a word that can describe them. You can call them Life-bodies or Spirit-beings or flying saucers! What do YOU want to call them, smart-azz!?
I apologized, and all of a sudden felt ashamed to be troubling this most excellent man that was busting his butt -working very nobly, to teach me something.
Arik continued, “When you pass thru the pit of pain to the other side, you will have the gift of Knowledge that you receive from the blood of Life. They are alive in human bodies here on earth and also have Free spirit bodies on other worlds. They are closer to the Father spirit and help with the guidance of the universe. You will recognize them and are magnetized to them by the blood of Life. You do not do it, the blood of Life brings you together. By this time, the blood of Life will have infused you with its Life, and it all just happens by itself… It is like a sixth sense your people talk about. But, actually the blood of Life opens the parts of your brain that have not ever been used before, and your thinking is instantaneous and vastly expanded. This is difficult to explain, it is more like an apperception you acquire from the surge of Life the blood gives you. Don’t worry! It is unmistakable when you sense it. It’s a vibration of colors emanating from their forms.
“Angels!” I couldn’t help laughing, “Whoa, Arik, What are you saying? Like growing wings and flying to heaven?
Arik laughed too, “Yes, exactly. But you stay right here, and do not need wings. The released bell of Truth will be your guide. The blood of Life is your heaven. And, you will recognize other Angels as you learn to become Aware of being Aware. But you got a long way to go first to cross that Bridge.”
“Your knowledge of crazy-lost has to be so deep and comprehensive that the blood of Life will grow in proportion. It’s the only way. The pit of pain will teach you also, as you descend you become immune to crazy-lost.
You cannot let the world’s catastrophic events make you a coward. Being scared stiff of the world is habitual and unnecessary. Because what I’m teaching you now will make you free of that world. The Angels, when you find them, will add a hundred times more strength to your oath-Wish so you cannot be touched by any bombs or bullets you fear now. You have to understand evil perfectly well, and work to kick out your false person by understanding it out of existence. You have tools of cancelling time by being Aware of being Aware, listening for the bell of Truth and using the pit of pain on your path.”
”You say I need to know as much about crazy-lost to understand the same amount of what’s is good, Arik?”
Exactly! Crazy-lost is generated from the false person. It is the imagination of illusion it spins to keep your mind clouded. But, you must never forget, the false person is very stupid, because it doesn’t exist in the first place.
“Wait, Arik, you mean this nonexistent false person keeps my mind clouded, and it is very stupid? Forgive me,I do not understand how a nonexistent thing can do so much damage? And, why haven’t we found the truth of it and booted it out long ago?”
“Because you have been wrongly taught to love it! And you’ve been taught to try to THINK your way out of everything. You love a stupid ghost! And, you worship its stupid thoughts! If you could have ‘thought’ your way free, you’d be out by now! You’re so afraid to drop it, because you are convinced you are a ‘you’. You’re so gullible- you love it when it hurts you, because you think that flash of pain confirms you as being a ‘you’. You have got to be a ‘me’ or you think you will die! And, that is the whole point- to die to that idiot friend of yours!! For you all are very naive and gullible— you do not suspect at all that you’re crazy-lost. The vastness of the hoax is so completely huge and all-encompassing has got you all like net full of fish.
You were born an empty vase to receive the blood of Life, but the sleep-dreams of your people told you to love that idiot instead. Everyone force-fed you; they all had their spoons of junk in your mouth. Your parents and parents-parents thru many, many thousands of years fed you this feces. You see the false person is your “me, I, you, yours, mine, theirs,” and all the other false teachings of being a ‘complete’ somebody. You are a nobody, and out there is actually just billions of walking nobodies!”
I was dumbstruck, “Let’s slow down, Arik, I’m dizzy! I can’t buy it. Why would all these nobodies destroy each other as they do?
“Because they think they’re a somebody!!”, he screamed.
You are a stupid jackass, sometimes.” He chuckled.
“Piece by piece they did that work on you, then you began to do it on yourself -and everybody else. It’s a contagion, the false person is a parasite you exchange with each other like handshakes. And the result is crazy-lost. Crazy-lost is produced by your THOUGHT-self, your false- friend. You’ve allowed the false-person into your house by falling for tricks, and keep him ’alive’ by thoughts and imagination. Just because you operate thru a physical body, you swear you ARE it. And, because you think you are these mules- these bodies, you die in these mules like pathetic mules. So this is crazy-lost”
“Crazy-lost is the disease the false-person has of taking over your mind- thinking you are a somebody. With this comes all the names you call the badness of it. Crazy-lost is all these words to describe you people: Hateful, arrogant, vain, conceited, suspicious, hostile, liar, faker, cruel, selfish, hostile, greedy, fearful, depression, smugness, on and on. Crazy-lost has zero virtues, only illusions and pretenses.”
“And at the very root~is your darling self-love. And, actually, it’s not really ‘self-love’ at all, it’s just being in love with the big phony that’s taken you over.
“You have to get that idiot out of the way, first, to be nobody. Max, that ‘nobody’, is the real vessel for the blood of Life. That ‘nothing’ is Everything!
”And, did you know? -Angels want to help you more -than you want help? They wait until you are ready. If you refuse their help,… well— you just become fertilizer.”
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