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Most of us live in our own world, with others of our kind.

Those of us who do not believe in war have not experienced it. It may have surrounded us, but we did not experience it. Those of us do not believe in greed have not suffered its “consequences.” If we still see it is because it is a part of our reality. if we are honestly not greedy, yet we see greed, then perhaps we are serving as an example to others–but we form our own reality.

There are more worlds than you suppose, and in our own private experience each of us contributes to the world that we know. We and our counterparts together form it. Our physical body alone is equipped to perceive far more than we presently allow it to. Physically we are a part of every  other person upon the earth, and we have a connection with each leaf and frog and nail.


We choose the city or state or country in which we live. No one forces us to stay here unless we are looking for an excuse to remain. So we choose psychic land to another as we can journey into other parts of the physical world. Some great travelers never left the country of their birth.

Michelangelo roamed the centuries, picking up visions and ideas as others might buy postcards, journeying from one country to a foreign land. His genius shows us what we are, and yet it is but a hint of the potential with which our species is endowed.

In the light of such ideals, surely seem wanting–yet our reality is one in which the greatest freedoms have been allowed. This means that we have given ourselves full range so that all probabilities could be explored, and none left out that were physically feasible.

This species gave itself no “preordained” taboos.


The infinite ranges possible to human capabilities would be explored–and those who chose that route said, “we will trust that our creativity will find its own way, and if there are nightmares we will waken from them. We will even learn from them. We will dare to push aside the dimensions of being into those our humanity its meaning. And through the compassion that we have learned, will we be able to understand the divine errors that gave us the gift of our birth. Souls and molecules each are learning, each are forming realities, each are a part of a divinity in which each counterpart has a part to play.


The creator is not the master of his or her creations.

He or she is simply their creator, and he or her creates because he or she does not attempt to control.

When we try to control power or people, we always copy. To some extent the world copies itself, in that there are patterns. Those patterns are always changed to one extent or another, so that no object is ever a copy of another–though it may appear to be the same.


In our terms, the world is intensely different from one moment to another, with each smallest portion of consciousness choosing its reality from a field of infinite probabilities. Immense calculations, far beyond our conscious decisions as we think of them, are probable only because of the unutterable freedom that resides within minute worlds inside our skull– patterns of interrelationships, counterparts so cunningly woven that each is unique, freewheeling, and involved in an infinite cooperative venture so powerful that the atoms stay in certain forms, and the same stars shine in the sky.


The familiar and strange are intimately connected in our most obvious, our simplest utterance. We are surrounded by miracles. Why, then, does the world so often seem dour and cruel? Why do our fellow beings, sometimes seem like unfeeling monsters–Frankenstein not of body but of mind, spiritual idiots, ignorant of any heritage of love or truth or even graceful beast-hood? Why does it seem to many of us that the race, the species, is doomed? Why do some of us feel, in our quiet moments, such a sentence just?

We make our own reality.


The body is a miraculous organism, and we have barely learned the most simple of its structures.

We do not understand the properties of the soul or body, yet the body was given to us so that we could learn from it. The properties of the physical and  the earth are meant to lead us into the nature of the soul. We create physical reality, yet without knowing how we do , so that the wondrous structure of the earth itself is meant to lead us to question our own source. Nature as we understand it is meant to be our teacher. We are not its master.


When we are in an airplane looking down upon the planet, then we see the mountain ranges and valleys, the rivers, plateaus, cities, fields and villages.

To some extent we realize that the world has physical contents, existing at one time yet varying in their characteristics. In those terms, the world is composed of its physical ingredients. That “package” is the only part of the picture that we see, however.


Psychically, our world is composed of the contents of its consciousness. We have maps or continents and oceans, and in the entire view each portion is like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle, all fitting together perfectly, smoothly flowing into the natural structure of the world. So at any given time there is a world consciousness, a perfect jigsaw of awareness in which each identity, however large or small, has its part.


There are earthquakes that erupt physically, and tracings are made of them. There are also inner earthquakes of consciousness from which the physical ones emerge–storms of mind or being,eruptions in which one segment of the world consciousness, repressed in one area , explodes in another.


If we could orbit our planet in a different kind of craft, we could view the psychic content of the world, seeing the world consciousness shining far more brilliantly than any lighted city. We could spot the point of intense activity, see the birth of new myths and the death of old ones as certainly as we might be able to see a mountain slide or a tidal wave. The physical portions of the earth are all related. So does consciousness form its own kind of inner structures from which, the physical ones emerge. We are indeed counterparts, then, each of the other. Yet as there is great variety to physical form, so counterparts follow a still more expansive inner freedom that finds an even greater diversity of characteristics.


A Group Of Cells Forms an Organ. A Group of Selves Form a Soul.

I am not telling you that each if us do not have a soul to call our own. We are a part of our soul. It belongs to you, and you to it.

Memories exist as patterns. In this life, each of us come together and part, come together and part again, forming a counterpart relationship when it suits our purposes, as streams of consciousness mix and merge, and then separate.


These counterparts are psychic, relationships, formations that in the deepest terms flow into historic time and out of it. Some, in our terms, last a lifetime. others represent psychic encounters that happens between two individuals at several points, say, but are not continuous. They may be no less intense, however.

In the unknown reality, we have inner affiliations. What are they?

It is up to us to discover to which one we belong. In any group the relationships indicate inner realizations and connections. The realities appear in each of our lives.

Now any group will show interrelationships. We can see then for ourselves. There is great diversity within the family of consciousness, as there is within any physical race, and there is also great variety within other psychic families.


We choose to be born in a particular physical family, however, with our brothers and sisters, or as an only child. So, generally speaking, our counterparts are born in the same psychic family of our counterparts.


Now categories do not come first. Our individuality comes first. We have certain characteristics of our own. These place us in a certain position. As we are not a rock or a mineral, but a person, so our individuality places us in a particular family or species of consciousness. This represents our overall viewpoint of reality.


We like to be an initiator or a follower or a nourisher. We like to create variations on old systems, or we like to create new ones. We like to deal primarily with healing, or with information, or with physical data. We like to deal with sight, or sound, with dreams, or with translating inner data into the working psychic material of our society. So we choose a certain focus, as we choose ahead of time our physical family.

Certain members of a family often act out particular roles, for the family as a whole.

One might be the upstart, another the perfect achiever. Psychologists now often try to deal with the family as a whole, by allowing the different members to see how they may be exaggerating certain tendencies at the expense of others.

The upstart, for instance, may be displaying all of the bold aspects inhibited by other family members. Through this person the others may vicariously share the excitement or suspense of those experiences that are otherwise blocked. On the other hand the others may be completely hiding such impulses, while expressing faithfully the desires of other family members for “excellence” discipline. Now the same can apply to counterparts, and those in our experience can show to us, in exaggerated form, abilities of our own upon which we have not chosen to concentrate. We can learn much from our counterparts, therefore, and they from us. Those counterparts that we meet will be working, playing, and being more or less within our own culture. This does not mean that we are bits and pieces of some hypothetical whole self.


Pretend that the psyche is a plant sending out seeds of itself in many directions, each seed growing into a new plant in different conditions. Growing to plant-hood, those seeds send out further new variations. A handful of seeds from any tree might fall in the same backyard. Others might be blown for miles before they land.


We usually live with our physical family, though this does not always apply; sometimes our ancestors come from various countries, so there is a physical lineage that we understand. There are often homecomings, were distant relatives return to the homestead. Now psychically the same applies in terms of counterparts. If we belong to any particular groups, often our closest counterparts will also be there. We will be a counterpart from their viewpoint, by the way. many political, civic, educational or religious groups are composed of counterparts.


Conventional families are counterparts that form psychic families. They are family representations on another level. First of all, such groups have a built-in focus–political, civic, religious, sexual, or whatever. Certain members of the group express the repressed tendencies of others. Yet each is supported through a common sense of belonging, so that the group sometimes seems to have its own overall identity, in which each member plays a part. Anyone can discover this by examining the groups to which he or she belongs.


Now there are races, psychically speaking. There are also psychic counterparts of races–families of consciousness, so to speak–all related, yet having different overall characteristics or specialties.

Many of us have daydreams in which we actually see oneself as our counterparts, and portions of their lives sometimes come though to us as we go about our chores.

We pay little heed, however. We think that this is just our “imagination.” The unknown reality is alive in our own psyche. There are hints of it in all of our experience. We would not be alive, in our terms, if first we did not imagine oneself as we are. Play is, in fact, one of the most practical methods of survival, both individually and for the species. Within its framework lie the secrets of creativity, and within the secrets of creativity lie the secret of being.


The life that we consider real represents one narrow stratum of even our physical experience. I am not speaking here of other realities that could add to that dimension. Play brings us a needed rest from our distorted concepts of selfhood, and many of the world’s finest inventions have come when the inventor was not concentrating upon work, but indulging in pastimes or play.


We are involved with some of our counterparts more or less directly, while others live in different lands, and are sometimes separated also in terms of age differences or culture–qualities with which we would find it difficult to relate. Intuitively, we know who the counterparts are in our daily experience. This does not mean that if we become consciously aware of such affiliations we must then feel it our responsibility to form a kind of culture of counterparts, or try and affect other people’s lives by reminding them of our relationship. We are each individual. Some of the people we dislike most heartily may be counterparts. Each of us may be exploring different aspects of the same overall challenge.


There is nothing esoteric about families. They represent the kind of relationships that we take for granted. The same applies to counterparts, except that we are not ordinarily familiar with the term or concept.

We keep searching for a new “ascended master,” or guru, to keep us in line and point out THE WAY.

In their own ways children are quite aware of their counterparts, and of, other portions of their individual realities. They relate to their counterparts in dreams. They sometimes see them as “invisible” companions. We dream of our own counterparts frequently, but we are so afraid of maintaining what we think of as the rational adult self that we ignore such communications.


In certain circles, soul mates is the latest vogue. The idea is an old one; it is based upon the reality of counterparts, and presents another version of the theory. But, it is treated with an almost pompous seriousness. It is similar to the idea of twin flames, although there are some differences. Some would argue that the twin flames telepathy many twin flames share is a lot stronger than that of soul mates. Many of those who use the term soul mates do it to hide rather than to release their own joyful abilities. they spend time searching for their soul mates–but the search involves them in a pilgrimage for a kind of impossible communication with another, in which all division is lost, with the two then trying to join in a cementing oneness, suffocating all sense of play or creativity. We are not one part, or one half, of another soul, searching through the annals of time for our partner, undone until we are complete by our soul mate.


When we become too intent to maintain our reality we lose it, for we deny the creativity upon which it rests.

I am not denying the importance of true reason. Certainly I am not telling us to ignore the intellect. But we do often ignore the playfulness of the intellect, and force it to become something less than it is.

Most people, are so utterly serious that they suspect their own creativity.

They expect that its products will be unreal or not valid in the physical world. yet there is a great correlation between what we think of as creativity, altered states of consciousness, play, and “spiritual” development.


When we create a poem or a song or a painting we are in a state of play, of enjoyment, of freedom. We intend to make something different, to produce a new version of reality. We create out of love, for the sake of the experience. At one time or another almost everyone has that kind of experience, but children have it often. They compose songs and music and paintings in their heads. They alter the focus of their consciousness frequently. They do not stop to ask whether or not the play is real or pertinent. Physically, play develops their body mechanisms. it also flexes the great capabilities of their minds.


When we think: “Life is earnest,” and decide to put away childish things, then often we lose sight of our own creativity and become a goal that must be attained. The goal is to be achieved through hard work, and as long as we believe this we do not understand what the spirit is.

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A natural analogy–plants do not work at developing their potential. They are not beautiful because they believe it is their responsibility to please our eye. They are beautiful because they love themselves and beauty. When we are so serious we almost always distort the nature of our own spirit as far as our understanding of it is concerned. We cannot let our guard down long enough to discover what it is. We keep looking for new rules or regulations, or methods of discipline.