Making you an offer you can't refuse..... or can you?

The sell-outs of the world have got it made… or do they?

I recently learned to my dismay that both Terrance McKenna and Bob Dylan had sold their souls to the dark side. In McKenna’s case he was busted by the FBI smuggling hashish from India and to extracate himself from this muck, found himself in the employ of the CIA. The list is a lengthy one starting with Heads of State, Congress down even to the local dog catcher level.

Yes, Terrance and Bob burst a non-reality bubble for me, and its obvious now that the lie Terrance fostered for them, was that outside chemicals were needed to experience higher states of consciousness, when the truth is we have our own built in chemestry kit in the brain and we can kick up the bandwidths from there.  Closer to home the real ball buster was I recently learned a life long alternative energy researcher collaborator close friend of mine, is also in the same employ. This is one of the brightest minds I know and to think I came close to offering him a seat on the board of directors of my tidal power company unnerves me more than just a little. My blood boils to think of having a mole inside the company and wonder if that partly explains the futility and frustration of energy inventors this past century (the new energy solutions are clearly there but stuff keeps holding them back).

In my 26^th year I had my Christos awakening experience. I fell madly in love and suddenly popped into this heightened state of consciousness. In those days I was cocksure, a sportsman hunter, drag racing, and kicking ass taking names in the heavy construction industry.

I lost half of my friends one afternoon on the banks of the Red Deer River drinking beers with a barbeque bonfire on a cool fall Sunday afternoon. One of the fellows mindlessly threw a stone at some ducks swimming nearby and I interceded on behalf of the ducks. I walked down to the waters edge coaxing the ducks to me (put out a love beam from my solar plexus). The moment absorbed me and I really got into the duck frequency space. After settling the duck's anxiety down I actually picked up a wild Mallard duck and stroked it. At the time I was about 3 months into this expanded mind space and had shared with some of these friends about what was going on with me. They were already a little edgy with what was going on, but this now put them over the top.

I turned around with this duck in my arms to tell the stone throwing fellow this interactive approach was a much better way and half of them were gone. Picking up the wild Mallard turned out to be too much for them, they grabbed their girl freinds, jumped into their vehicles and beat it out of there. The few that remained were stand offish and after 15 minutes I called my Blue Healer dog and left, not wanting them to endure the awkward moments this river side transformational vignette presented.

It was in this period that I too was offered a piece of the pie. In the construction industry there are a lot of Free Masons and I was surrounded by them. While the policy of the craft does not permit the recruitment of new members, I was recruited and I walked away from the not so subtle offer. They say every man has a price, wine women song and fame, “Get your Money for nothing and your Chicks for free” generally does it, but my gut said walk, and I did.

What did walking get me? For the most part, nothing but trouble trials tribulations and only a little wisdom learned from a career in the hand to hand combat, fighting for your future in the new energy technology trenches. I’ve had a glimpse beyond the life review door and that is the ball crusher of them all. The LR experience lays your soul bare and you are judged by the harshest judge of all, your higher self.

I still only have a snowball’s chance in hell in navigating that tricky LR door, but I am truly grateful for that Mallard duck, not having to carry the burden of my soul sell-out into that meeting with my maker.

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