Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Wake up. You are creating the world every moment of your life., with the things you believe in.

Robert adams : When I was around ten years old my uncle took me to see a hypnotist. He was a pretty famous fellow at that time. He was also a magician. There must have been about four hundred people there at Town Hall, downtown New York. He picked out certain people. He asked for volunteers first. I told my uncle, "Why don't you volunteer?" He said, "OK," and he did.

And there were about twenty five volunteers who sat on chairs on the stage. He spoke to each one of them. He told most of them to go back to their seats. He picked five people out of the bunch. My uncle was one of them. He proceeded to hypnotize them and he made them all do funny things. What I really remember is my uncle. When he was finished, before he un-hypnotized everyone and brought them back to this reality, he said to my uncle, "When you come out of it, you will go back to your chair, but when I clap my hands, you will imagine there’s a black widow spider on your neck." And I was really laughing. He clapped his hands first and my uncle came out of it, out of the trance, and he said, "Was I hypnotized? I doubt it." He went back to his chair. The hypnotists started talking about something else. Then he stopped and clapped his hands. As soon as he did that, immediately, my uncle started squirming and slapping his neck. And he told me, "Robert, there is a spider on my neck. See where it is." And he stood up and started wiggling and slapping himself all over. The hypnotist clapped his hands again and my uncle came back to the natural state, the human state. When I looked on his neck there was a red welch on his neck, like a spider bite. Where did that come from? There was no spider. Where did the bite come from? Who put it there? Student: Did he get sick at all? Robert: No. He didn't get sick at all. When the hypnotist clapped his hands everything came back to normal. But the welch, the red mark, was still there.
The same power that caused the red mark to be there causes this universe to be here. In other words, no-thing. There is no cause for this universe. 

I recall when I was about nine years also, I used to run out every day when it snowed in my t-shirt, and play in the snow. I would do this every day. My mother didn't see me. I had fun. I'd throw snowballs, build a snowman, yet I never caught a cold. One day my mom saw me going out in a t-shirt and she screamed at me, "Robert, get back in the house and put on your coat this instant or you'll catch your death of cold." Sure enough that day I caught a cold. Why? Because I identified with what my mom told me. After all she's my mom, she must know what she's talking about. 

Lets take something else, a cancer. What we call cancer, again, is impersonal. Yet when some of us identify with it we appear to have it also. If we looked at cancer like we do a cold, the cancer would disappear by itself. Yet what is the first thing that comes to your mind when you've been diagnosed as having cancer? Death, and so you start deteriorating. But in reality there are no cancers. There are no colds. There's nothing but consciousness. Yet, you are seeing the world, you are believing the world and you are identifying with the world. It's not the world or any condition that has come upon you. You have created your own condition, by what you have accepted, believed, and identified with. 

Take a look at your life right now. Think what's going on in your life. Are you happy, are you miserable, are you healthy, are you sick, are you rich, are you poor? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is everything you are is what you have identified with, somewhere, somehow. There is no power outside of yourself. There is no world outside of yourself. There is no creation outside of yourself. There is no universe outside of yourself. There is no God outside of yourself. You have given birth to all these things. You are playing a game with yourself. 

You’re putting on an act. Why? Ask yourself.

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