A FUTURE LIFE: "BRUN-LI"

12/20/18

As I have mentioned elsewhere in this blog, it might be more appropriate to say "other lives" rather than "past lives". This is because we choose our reincarnations in the larger reality that we are nested within. In that more real reality there is no past or future, there is only an eternal now. We exist in the moment and we play with the creative power of  our consciousness in that place. We can see various probable futures from the moment point there, and we can even go back and rearrange the past from this moment point. However, I, personally, no longer choose to do the latter.

Overall, I review and write about my Other Lives for the purpose of seeing in "high relief" what my vaster Over Soul or Inner Being Self is after. What spiritual gold do I want to access? What am I learning? Am I having fun? Am I loving and accepting myself more? Etc.

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In this other life , of which, I am about to write, I apparently accessed what I will call from this time-space reality, a "future life." In my story about that life, I will call myself Brun-Li and I will spin out an imaginative tale, using as my launch platform the single brief image that I have of that life. Many times these flash images are densely packed with further information about the life.  

I was in deep meditation, seeking information about another life-time that I had not yet accessed. That is how I first met this aspect of myself, whom I will call Brun-Li.

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 "Brun-Li"

 Brun-Li walked meditatively into Paradise square,  a piaza that sat directly in the middle of the beautiful city of Heping Budui.

I saw Brun-Li walking with his head slightly bowed and his hands pushed into the full, silk-lined sleeves of his perfectly sculptured robe. This garment was constructed of thick boiled wool. His neck, head and brow were completely encased in a thick, close-fitting, boiled wool hood that coordinated handsomely with the two sombre color and style of his robe. He was a big man,  muscularly built and standing what appeared to be about 11' tall, and his head was massive.

He wore a serene yet serious look on his face. His large brown eyes were cast downward at his feet as he walked, Zen-like, the toe of one boot protruding rythmically from under his ground skimming garment. He was allowing his feet to have their own intelligence of where to step as he progressed over the concrete pavement, which was quite icy in places.


It was winter and the tall deciduous trees that had been planted in formal geometric patterns around the plaza (inspired by certain mathematical theorems) were bare except for a thick coating of ice.  A high warm layer of clouds had dropped a good deal of rain onto the below-freezing Earth during the night and had turned the trees into graceful forms like art-glass.  Some of the branches were bent as though they had reached down to kiss the earth.


Here and there between the trees artists had created large beautiful abstract ice sculptures that resonated with the architecture and trees about them.However, Brun-Li noticed none of this with his physical eyes, although his inner eyes saw all this...and more.

The midafternoon sun had set the trees glittering and a playful winter wind set them dancing now and again--causing showers of  ice bits to drop from the relieved trees and to skitter over the ground around his feet.

He was, without seeing physcially, also aware of the many tall white buildings around him that reached high into the sky and loomed over the pedestrian in a way that dominated, yet suggested at the same time suggested protection. Avenues heading outward from the square towards in five directions--like the rays of a sta

I could see with my inner eyes that these broad streets were lined with more ice coated trees. 

I was glad to see that many of the buildings of this future home of mine had been designed with curves and arches--not just straight lines. And he architects had seemed to agree to cooperate with each other rather than to compet--for all the designs resonated pleasantly with their neighbors. In fact, I could feel that the whole city was full of amazing archetecture that would dazzle my inner eyes, if I got a chance to explore this wonderful city.

However, as my attention was drawn back to Brun-Li, I could see that he still was not noticing them in any direct way. He seemed, instead, to be  doing a mindfulness-balancing-practice. I knew that his main focus was mostly inwards, listening to his Inner Being, but that he was also maintaining some awareness of his surroundings at the same time. Inner and outer in correct proportion to each other.

As he crossed he began to move more slowly, and at a certain point he stopped and seemed to be waiting for something. Soon two other tall men in garb very similar to Brun-Li's arrived  in the same manner and at the same place Brun-Li was waiting. They looked at each other but did not speak--nonetheless I had the distinct feeling that they were communicating.

From my observer's point of view they all seemed sombre and serious. Was it a mood brought about by some impending situation? At first I thought that must be the case, but then I recalled from my other travels to other lifetimes , or just roaming the Universe  that many beings--forinstance, animals on our planet seldom had facial expressions. They all communicated telepathically--inclduing their emotions. So I was not sure whether this was a very advanced civilization with that kind of "advanced" communication, as it seemed to me to be in my very small and limited reality, or whether they really were concerned about something and so seemed sombre. I was used in my reality to seeing people usually greet each other with smiles--genuine or contrived. Or scowls if angry. But among these three there seemed to be a what psychologists in my home reality might call "flattened affect." I would later learn much more about that.

I began to wonder if I was actually on the Earth Plane reality, or perhaps another one. I had long ago learned that every planet and star has its own reality--an "over-soul," as it were, and then subdivisions of that being--or aspects of itself that lived in the same place--but that were smaller consciousnesses. They were contained the larger being, and at the same time were contained by it. To both the over -soul and the smaller aspect --it seemed that they were the container and the "other" the contained. And yet either could and did divide and subdivide and form larger "collectives" with others.

This was usually a delightful experience for both--if they agreed upon it together. However, if one forced himself on the other--forced an "acquaintance or relationship that was not wanted by the other--it was a very unhappy situation--for bot. However, the recipient often felt like a "victim" and the forcer felt like a perpetrator and was often times gleefuk about it its quasi-effectiveness on the other. There would be a false sense of power. However, this power was really just manipulation, and with the help of the larger over-soul the unhappy recipient could find a way to not only tolerate it, but reframe it as an opportunity for further spiritual growth.

Sometimes the perpetrator would seem to smash the  recipient, and while very painful, when it was over, the recipient would find that they were still whole and still felt like an "I" that was the center of the Universe. I had discovered that everything had a sense of I, and a true perception of themselves as the center of the universe--the center being everywhere....and all in one infintiely tiny spot.

I had learned so much from the 70's when there was so much exploration of the inner worlds. I had participated fully starting at about age 20, when I first read Allen Watts on Taoism. For the first time in my short existence that consisted of mostly of so-called "education" I discovered something that I really wanted to learn. Something that felt important and meaningful!

And now here it was in perhaps the early 2000's and I was still going ever deeper and wider into my inner explorations. And at this point I was observing a future male self and his two friends in silent communion in a beautiful city. I hoped it was Earth, for Earth in this era was in a such a dark place spiritually, psychologically, emotionally and physically--in that order--that many had lost hope for a brighter future. Many in fact didn't realize that things as they were was anything other than normal.

However, I had seen enough in my inner ramblings to know that Earth life was supposed to be much, much happier and richer than it was at this time. And now Ihere I was visiting myself in some future time that seemed much  better. I was in a city...a beautiful one! In my own time I did not like cities. There was too much contrast between beauty and ugliness, with ugliness predominating in my mind. 

I thought of Boston--the nearest city to my home  on the coast of Maine. It certainly had parts that I found very attractive--particularly the new bridge (2001) over the Charles River. Even though I didn't know the name of it, the first time I saw it I could see that the architect had made the structure resonate beautifully with the nearby important Bunker Hill Monument. There was something ethereal about it I felt. Some buildings in the downtown area were attractive as well, I felt.

However, most of the city appeared to me to be filled with ugly buildings destitute of aesthetic sensibilities and purely based on bottom line profit. Big rusting metal  rectangles with hideous signs blaring their names--usually of the business founder. Junk seemed to be everywhere, and large tractor trailer trucks, belching black poluution from exhaust stacks, pulled up to and away from of loading docks., picking up or leaving multiple palettes of boxews containing food or goods that soon would be shit or junk in people's home. And the empty containers that once held the addictions of human-kind would be tossed to the ground on roadsides and everywhere--addictions to alcohol, sugar, soda, candy, junk food, fast food, and even sex littered the once sacred Earth--everywhere. It was all repulsive and hideous to me. Even the air, despite many efforts to reduce pollution had a haze of smog that dimmed the sun. And at night the pollution of a million lights dimmed the moon and stars.

Additionally, the "forced close proximity" of the population seemed to breed a great deal of conflict, fear, contempt and suspicion. This was exaccerbated by the invisible bottom line of the whole existence of the city--to make money off of each other. The paper money still had the motto on it that h and ad been instituted in 1956 read "In God We Trust". That, to me was a divinely guided burst of light... to place that there. And some did and do recognize it's importance. But even in my own family I encountered a cynical attitude towards this--"It was put there as a propaganda move by Eisenhower," one stated. Whatever superficial reasons there might have been I still people were Divinely Guided to put it there, and that it remain forever.

But back to cities. In the beginning of the patriarchal era, maybe 5-6000 years before now (2018) civilization began. Patriarchal also refers to the use of the left hemisphere of the brain--which males tend to favor. Women have it too, but also have a bit more access to the right brain than men--in general. But as civilization rose, people moved from small scattered, self sufficient clans and villages and into cities. Before that move they had known a God Within--The Great Mother at their own Divine Center. They knew how to access that part of themselves for acquiring whatever was needed. But as reliance on the left brain rose, people lost touch with the right brain, their feminine side, and began to rely on the intellect and so-called "rational mind" more and more. They naturally trusted in God--a God that was within and was part of themselves. AS patriarchal thinking rose in popularity more and more things became "other"...even their own Divine Center/Self! 

So they began to lose trust in God to deliver whatever they needed. They began  to look outward more and more--as the left brain naturally does--but without the balancing inward looking right brain havoc soon follows. And so it did. Cities became places where people gathered "for safety." They forgot that safety arises from  the realization that everyone is One with God, and that God is within and always with us. We forgot that as we shifted all of our consciousness-eggs to the left brain basket.

Thus the trust-based, faith-based gift economy dwindled and became a barter economy. You give me this and I'll give you that, replaced the "I'll give you this and will trust that I will get what I need from someone, somewhere, somehow...and that I will not worry about the particulars. I know it will come. I trust the Goodness of My Universal Self. 

This barter system eventually was replaced by hard currency--metal disks usually. Each city and region had their own particular form of currency. This was based on an abstraction of an abstraction--a basic spiritual truth that "all will be provided if you believe in the goodness of The Universe--your central self." Barter replaced that. Then currency replaced barter. This took place in the cities first. 

The "civilized" people began, mistakenly, to see all they needed as coming from other people! Big mistake! Very short sighted and shallow thinking had arisen. That function is what the left brain is good for. But without the right brain, which the left eventually eschewed, consciousness was left in a fearful hell of trying to control others in order to get what each needed.

And in the Inner larger more real reality, the source of our worldly, outer -directed , left brained reality, Our Universal Self noticed that we were starting to believe untrue things. Our God-Self is truth and the further we drifted from what was true, the worse things got. And since truth is beauty and beauty truth, the people and their constructions got uglier and unhappier and unhealthier. Their cities became uglier, stinkier, less healthy, less happy, more dangerous etc.

The cities of early civilization began a decline in beauty, truth, and health. Early on various envoys from disparate cultures began to meet in the perhaps 5-6000 years ago in the West and perhaps 20,000 years ago in the East--in their major cities. 

A new business sprang up--money changing. Men would sit on the ground in front of a bench or "banque" (as in restaurant banquette--or seat). This low wooden table was set up outside what ever public building was the busiest--at that time that was the churches and temples. They would sit on the pavement and  lay out their "banque-wares" on their low wooden bench. These wares were various forms of  metal money from a wide range of cultures. The banquer (banker) would then exchange the money of the realm he was in, with travelers who wanted currency of other cultures. The Banquer (banker) would always charge something over so he could make a profit.

In a way it was perfect that these bankers made their first business locations outside of sacred temples and churches. For civilization was in the process of shifting its trust from God-Self, to God--to making money their God. They no longer trusted in God, never mind God-Self. They trusted in their own ego-mind or left brain to figure out the best ways to get bigger and bigger profits from their money exchanging. So when Jesus threw the money changers out of the courtyard of the Temple, my guess is that the "bankers" found a nearby location and built buildings that looked a great deal like temples--with lofty marble floored and pillared temple-like banks of modern history. This false sactity and suggested security wowed the newly brainwashed public and they did business with whoever looked the most successful and trustworthy. None were actually. But false appearances were becoming an accepted part of modern "civilization."

In the 19 and 20th century the banking industry began to crumble. Banks failed. Markets that played with money failed. And in the 21st century a HUGE wake-up call happened. A tiny backward, but very angry and hate-filled group of Middle Eastern men (where this all started), attacked perhaps the biggest symbol of WEstern Banking and Money-Making. They comandeered and kamakazied two commercial airplanes  into the twin towers in Manhatten on September 11, 2001.

These towers were the home of numerous money changers and "investors" who had totally lost sight of the real way goods and services are shared among humans.  They devoted their lives to stressful long hours in which they traded effigies of worth--money, gold, securities (love that word) etc. They were all in pain but thought that things were the way they had to be. They forced themselves and others to play the BIG FALSE MONEY ILLUSION. Money had truly becoe their God. But it was an addiction--an addiction being anything that replaces knowing one's own Inner Divine Self.

They had become addicted to work, competition, againstness, domination, big-"killings" in the stock market. Many were also addicted to sex, drugs, alcohol, technology etc. as well as money. But money was at the bottom of most of their addictions. The bottom line rules today in 2018.

I was particularly impressed by the story one widow told of her husabnd who died in 9/11. He was the head of Fitzgerald Cantor I believe. She tearfully shared that he had loved his beautiful home and family and always wanted to spend more time there--but felt he could not. He beleieved (was addicted to the false idea) that he had to kill himself at work in order to sustain the extremely lavish lifestyle he had created for his family. 

I believed  what she said of him but also suspected that his work addiction had more to do with allowing him to not feel his feelings than anything else. Feelings are right brained and Feminine. They are the main mode of communication our Divine Inner Being has with this little self we are. When a natural feeling arises--that is a message from our Inner Being who is All-Seeing, All-Wise, All-loving. We need to follow it.

However, enough on the rise of civilization and cities and money. Our present beliefs  and feelings around money and God are making our cities bizarre contrasts of beauty and ugliness, but here was a city in my future that was beautiful. And I did not sense the presence of any slums or suburbs beyond the city center where I was. Nonetheless, there was something ephemeral about the buildings.

This reminded me of a trip I once made into the Northern Unorganized Territories of Maine. I had spent 2 weeks driving barely passable old logging roads deep into the wilderness where I camped and interacted deeply with Nature.

Upon my return to the small city of Bath, Maine where I resided, as I drove over the bridge crossing the Kennebec Riover I looked at the small city scape before me on the other side and I was astounded to see that all the man-made structures had a transparent unreal look to them. 

I suddenly sw utterly clearly that they were just "thought forms." They had much less real substance thatn the trees, rocks, rivers and animals I had been living among for the past few weeks.

Thus, this future city I was seeing in my Future Life Recall, as it were, had something similar about it in terms of being transparent. The buildings were ephemeral but I had the distinct feeling that the advanced archtiects of this age knew exactly what they were doing.
Yes, they creatively imagined the buildings into existence--just as architects do today, but I sensed that they were much more deeply aware of how ephemeral their thought forms were, and how easily they could change them if they wished.

I sensed also that this was a city of peace, but also of something like force. They still had enough of the left brain desire to create such things, but knew how to make them in alignment with their Inner Divine Self. So despite being somewhat transparent, the city also had a beauty and honesty that we, today, don't have as yet. It did not feel like a city built on "the bottom line."













(to be continued)