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Are We Still Playing The Game of Fragments?

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Brace yourself:

I’m about to tell you a radical, probably shocking secret. (But I’m going to make you wait.)

In a world as topsy-turvy as ours, any claim of the ability to shock us might be considered presumptuous. Maybe even egomaniacal.

After all, we’re stuck in a “civilization” that wallows in the deepest slime of corruption. Groans under the weight of horrid slick tales of blood-splashed brutality and greed-splashed stupidity.

We’ve penned up the world’s healthy wildness, humanity’s ingenious native wisdom & bull-dozed them into cesspools.

Are we waiting for every last remote chance of their revival to dissolve?

Are we “the 99%” actually teamed up with “the 1%” to turn Earth into a shanty museum where the most beautiful and good lay frozen in panoramic exhibits of the past?

Are we waiting until that silent deadline when the simple clarity of enjoying living blue seas, of non-slime-slicked oceans, of non-cracked, non-fracked, non-heart-attacked lands with more beasts thriving than monster bugs & rats, has slipped horribly from the fringes of our reality?

Are we blindly waiting until livid red volcanoes of subconsciously suppressed hate, denied fear, unbridled toxic intent, so swamp our cities with psychic lava of hopelessness that humanity’s forced to cower in a prison corner of Creation?

Let’s be completely honest with ourselves here. Nobody’s watching or judging us in this moment–
except, of course, our most scrupulous exacting taskmasters–
our inner selves.

So we must ask ourselves, because to avoid these harsh questions is to embrace the most deadly mediocrity:

Will we continue to curdle our ethics so sourly that the most shallow behavior, most self-congratulatory criminality, most imbecilic violence are celebrated with no sadness?

Can’t our jaded eyes see how our personal integrity, holistic usefulness & sense of community suffer by being reduced to embarrassing court jesters performing in the royal courts of the rich?

Can’t we see how we–
from the most religious to the most atheistic–
from the most advanced intellectuals to the most incurable simpletons–

all of us seem stuck in a unexplainable waiting game?

For sure, our wait’s well-camouflaged. By sheer cleverness of denials and sheer urgency of private worries.

As a result, some of us, frozen, await Jesus Christ’s return.
Some of us expect the next Buddha, the next Iman Mahdi, the next great Caesar to relieve our responsibilities.

Some of us pretend to expect the next great President, the next great corporation, the next great Mayan 2012 calendar date to force our hands, to cleanse our festering wounds–
or the next great & horrible enemy to slap us awake.

Some of us await the landing of the UFOs or the all-saving kindness of our Space Neighbors to revive us, or the next stupendous drug to make us less stupid–
or so stupefied we won’t feel our pain.

Or, the next 1-chance-in-77-million of winning the lottery, the next fated sweet encounter with a soul mate, the next corporate bail-out, the next public hand-out, the next death of an unknown rich uncle…

But what are we waiting for?

Are we really happy with waiting for a dozen different quantum reality versions of a Jesus to wave his wand & decree with finality to each of us in turn,
“You, bad…
You, good…
You, losers…
You, the champs…
You, the chimps”?

Or to distract us with fears of suffering beneath the lash of the next “You’re fired”, “You’re too old”, or “Guess what–you’re doomed, you’re damned & you’re dead!”

Now we’ve force-fed ourselves these tough questions, here’s Part One of that radical shocking secret:

Our waiting time is over.
Our waiting game is already up.
Our ancient tired legends & prized excuses have already surrendered their vitality.
Collapsed like sacred but useless sands of time slip-sliding into the hourglass’ bottom.

The clock already strikes past midnight for the human race.

What does this mean?

It means our past is dead. Our denial is dying.
And here we are.
Naked.
Awakening.
Scared.
Crying out for our Mamas & Papas.

But here we are.
One human family, utterly bored at playing The Game of Fragments.

Can you sense the return of your trust?
Can you feel a strange new calm?
Can you feel your fears of abandonment dissolve?

Can you feel your first deep stirrings of an ancient competence?
Can you admit you believe in your own soul’s wisdom?

Can you abandon your fears that our bridge to The New World is too shaky, too endless, too painful to cross?

Can you stop theorizing about what awaits you on the far side?
Stop squabbling about who deserves to cross & who deserves to stay behind in the Old Darkness?

Can you just be happy with putting one foot in front of the other?
With helping your neighbor who feels too lost or afraid, too ignorant or worthless, to take his or her next small step?

Can you taste your desire to emerge safely on the other side?
To reach new lands & dimensions of greater adventure?

Can you picture with your inner eye & your hidden hearing & your unused heart strength, what it might be like–
no, what it WILL be like–
for you to set foot on that promised shore?

Do you dare imagine the sweet new taste of your freedoms?
Your soul’s secret delight at everyone winning The Game of Fragments?
Can you imagine the awaiting Game of a higher, healthier, happier Reality?

If you can, are you willing to arrive safely–
are you willing for us ALL to arrive safely–
whatever the nature of this Promised Shore–

on that peaceful Island Earth whose pure freshness tugs at our attention–
whose lightening gravity demands we command & commit our energies–
to unchain our futures from self punishment and recrimination
over ancient memories of Paradises Lost–

No matter what the cost?

Are you ready?

I believe you are ready.

I believe I am, too.
Because Reality demands this.

I even believe some of us might already have arrived.
This very minute, crowded around by unseen angels they wave & yell for us.

To snap us from our self hypnosis.

To guide us by the crystalline ring of their voices until the low fog lifts
and reveals that far shore, now startlingly close.

Almost at our feet.

To quicken our steps on our way back Home.

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Let me know any way I can help.
Peace & Happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford,
The Psychic Philosopher
Copyright 2012

The Past Is Dead. Your Soul Is Waking Up.

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Message from Your Spiritual Teachers:

“No more time to waste.

No more hibernation time for you!

Taste the season’s change–don’t miss your chance to become more alive, for awhile, in human flesh.

You have slept in confusion for too long.

Mated with uncertainty.

Coupled with cruelty.

Made yourselves vulnerable to the lowest–but imagined this to be sympathy.

Reduced yourselves to the lowest common denominator of behavior–but justified this as submitting to your unkind “fates”.

How many cold centuries have you rattled your chains in your sleep? Sadly–angrily–tearfully waiting?

While endlessly “paying for your sins”? “Cleansing your bad karma”? Exploring the worst of the worst, for a frozen season?

But this morning feels different:

You sense fresh awakening.

That unmistakable scent of spring–awaited so long, it seemed like only a prayer– tickles your drowsy soul.

Quickens your pulse.

Alerts your mind to abandon winter’s old dreams.

It grows clear:

Your long hoped-for, long-prophesied time draws near:

That special time for you to wake up. Rise up. Scrub yourselves clean and release the last cobwebs of darkness.

What do you choose?

More subservience to the pains of the past?

So tedious.

More of your time-honored belief that you can’t wake up? Don’t deserve to wake up? Don’t know how to wake up?

So wasteful. So dull.

Please, please, release the past.

Because haven’t you completely run out of excuses?

Springtime starts to call you again. Springtime starts to sing like the first robin chirping at winter’s death.

Don’t you hear that sweet melody? Can’t you feel your bones thaw?

A special crispness fills the air. It’s the crispness of new hope.

It’s the tingle of new birth.

It’s your new possibilities.

You have only one choice before you:

Stay afraid, roll over, and pretend to sleep–though every cell in your body begs you to wake up?

Or crawl to the edge of your cave door? Rub the last sleep from your eyes? Welcome the new sunlight? Explore your new-born season?”

Fortune favors the bold.

A new springtime of happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford
Copyright 2011

NEWSFLASH! Divine Code Rule Number One 2011-2012 Update Is Here

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You’ll be excited to know the newest stunning version of Universal Divine Code Rule Number One is about to go public–you’ll be one of the first people on Earth to see it.

You’ll be a part of a history-making moment that promises greater personal power for you.

Not every historic revolution starts with a gunshot or press coverage.

Sometimes, like now, the revolution starts in the highest reaches of the Heavens. Quietly it pours down tier after tier of waterfalls until it anoints human hearts.

For us, Universal Divine Code Rule Number One is that Pure Water of the Soul.

Universal Divine Code Rule Number One, or “DCR1” or “the Code”, as it’s known throughout the Universe, is the original, surviving blueprint that forms around itself the exoskeleton of all religions and spiritual pathways.

DCR1 is the clear, delineated tool for mastery of your soul lessons and issues.

With this precise update–meant for Earth inspiration through the exciting early months of 2012–we discover how to easily grasp this powerful tool.

Important:
We invite you to invoke The Pledge of Pure Goal Words, your potent new prayer to God. You can find your Pledge of Pure Goal Words near the end of 2011’s updated DCR1.

We know that by speaking this Pledge aloud or in your heart, you will find amazing breakthroughs in your relationship with the Divine. No matter what your religion or spiritual path or personal history.

Why? Because you’re destined to hunger for more God Reality in your life, and God wants you to be well-fed and happy.

We’ll let you know as soon as the new 2011 version of DCR1 and its Welcome Introduction are ready for you. (ed note–It’s here now)

In the meantime, please spread the word around and always–always–keep your faith.

Peace and Blessings of Hope to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford

Copyright 2011

Seek Your River of Truth

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Soul Seeker’s Diary:
I listen for bold original advice.

“Wisdom:

Eliminating false flows from your life makes room for resumed growth.

The pure channels of delight must exceed their riverbanks and flow to end all drought. They must starve into submission all starvation, by the powers of Divine Truth.

Nothing exceeds Truth which exceeds all deprivation.

The state of inactivity of soul known as drought, must drain into riverbanks of activity.

Nothing can exceed the certain state of soul known as “knowing beyond knowing”–and knowing deeper than all your beliefs.

Do not worry.

All desolation must end.

Nothing can exceed the reach of Divine Mind, measured out.

The states of Divine Mind far exceed all droughts.

All dryness must exceed no season.

What is true for expression exceeds only that which is less than its given possibilities.

Conclusion:
The state of inactivity known as drought must itself dry up. It must be blown away by the winds of the onrushing waters of true life.

Find these waters. Give thanks, and drink.”

Peace and happiness to you,
Rev. Scott Ufford

Copyright 2011