The Deeper "Secret"
The Deeper "Secret", Part I
The preachers of the “Law of Attraction” are missing key elements. My own recent experiences, andthose of my family, help close the conceptual gap, and reveal the deeper keys to awakening…Having my hands covered in poison ivy, lots of meetings to attend and ongoing hoops to jump throughwith the restructuring of this website’s payment gateway, I got a brief case of
Da Vinci Syndrome
, i.e.the father who abandons his children. I’d promised daily updates and I blew it, taking a four-dayweekend off.Let’s see how it all traces back to a childhood discovery… and my own thoughts about why “The Secret”is not as simple and straightforward as it may seem.
[I know about the Saturn Polar Hexagon and will post about it soon… thank you for theflood of emails informing me!]
IRRITATION TAKES ON A PHYSICAL COUNTERPARTAs you may already know from earlier chapters of David’s Blog, I moved to LA to work on a film of mylife’s work…
CONVERGENCE the movie
… and had quite an experience adjusting to the fast pace andcoldness of Santa Monica. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I still longed for the country Ihad to give up to get here. I had never lived in anything even resembling a city before — it had alwaysat least been suburban, if not straight country.Psychically it’s much quieter when you’re in isolation — there is much less work in making a connectionto your own Higher Self because you don’t have all the interference from others’ minds to contend with.My lease was ending in Santa Monica, and I was dead sick of where I’d been living. It was an old,rickety building, so you heard every footstep of the person above you. No sunlight got in so it wasalways dark, day or night. I had nasty carpet fumes, equally choking pollution from being next to theconstantly-in-use laundry room, and a cacophony of noise from all my neighbours — includingextremely discourteous drunken and drugged revellers, sports enthusiasts, screaming children, barkingdogs and wailing babies.I didn’t realize exactly how bad it was until I got back into the country… going back to stay with mymother at her little rented house in New York out in the middle of the woods. I had gotten extremely illbefore I left — the weather was getting colder and I couldn’t leave the windows open, thus forcing me tobreathe the toxic fumes from my carpets.As I returned to health in my mother’s home, I realized that my sickness was emblematic of a muchlarger problem… the whole nature of living in a condensed urban area, and the effect it was having onmy heart, mind and spirit. I did journal a bit about the chaotic thought-forms of the LA group-mind in myDavid’s Blog post “Servings from the LA Soup Kitchen” — how there are so many people out here with