from Rob Moore
A mish-mash of topics but you may just find the nugget of truth
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LoveTM
Always one to take note of what's being offered to raise our consciousness and essentially make this a more pleasant place to live, I have officially reached my capacity for all these neon-sign-like-titles suggesting there is some new scientifically tested formula necessary for my happiness. I'm talking about the attempts at trademarking, service marking, and patenting love. I'm talking "Personal Ascention Diagnostics" or "The Quantum Chakra Method" or "Recoherence Awakening". Please. Or perhaps I should say PleaseTM.
Here's a handy little pocket guide to cut to the chase anytime someone comes along and tries to complicate
ultimate truth purely for their ultimate gain:
Love is love.
Light is light.
Energy is energy.
Love is energy.
Light is love.
Energy is light.
Love is infinite.
Light is infinite.
Love energy is light energy.
E=mc2 says matter is energy.
We are matter.
We are energy.
We are love.
We are infinite.
Each and every one of us has a direct connection with what is ultimately true. Sure, the nature of this matter-riddled existence can be confusing and is a maze of illusion. There are lots of ways to get turned around and assess everything all wrong. But, if during a heavy fog, we can remember that we are part of an infinite matrix of energy and therefore love and therefore wisdom, then we can remember that somewhere within our sphere is whatever answer we might need to get back on track and therefore feel good again.
Books and DVD's and seminars are greatly useful tools for helping us remember what we're capable of doing and being. Anything that creates more complication and more entanglement, however, is based in fear and we all know how dreadful that feels. Anything that's really, really helping us get realigned with our truth will feel GOOD. Perhaps it won't be balloons and lollipops right out of the gate but something will engage us. As we start to remember our true nature it literally frees us from our entanglements. That feels good.
Fear paralyzes. Manipulation hurts. Complication strains. Truth feels good. We are truth. We're supposed to feel good.
The Certain Moth
I come home and find a big moth repeatedly flying into the underside of the translucent skylight in the stairwell. Well, BARELY translucent skylight... the landlord hasn't cleaned this thing since the late 70's so a little light just manages to squeak through here and there. Nevertheless, this moth is butting into this thing again and again. Clearly, in his little moth pinhead he is thinking, "Must get through to freedom. Ow. Ow. Must get through to freedom! Ouuuch, man, geez."
He occasionally flies down the wall a little bit. Then over to this corner. Then that corner. But he always comes back to the dim light. In these moments when he manages to tear himself away from that dirt-riddled skylight, I notice he only flies so low before apparently thinking, "Ooooo, no. That doesn't feel right... it's up... always up. You know, 'chin up', 'buck up', things'll take an 'upward turn'. Always up."
Pity, really. Indeed, as the moth descends the wall things get a bit darker. But if only he'd explore a little more, he'd find that after this point of "darkness" if he just keeps going he'll see light again. Not just light but a light ten times as bright for just a few feet below this moth is the entranceway that leads to all outdoors.
I was that moth at one time. It took me years and years and YEARS, first trying this, then that, then this over here again until I finally became so emotionally confused and distraught I couldn't hold it in anymore:
"AAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Whew..."
"Hmmm. Wow... all clear, it seems. Wow."
At last I learned -- firsthand -- that we've gotta dive down into our darker feelings to really, really feel the incredible feelings that are just waiting on the other end. Yeah, sure, it feels a little wrong at first but it's really a lot like trying to find a light switch in the dark. After we stumble over the footstool, wreak havoc upon the flower arrangement, and almost kick the dog, we finally find that switch. We at last see clearly and undeniably exactly where we are, exactly where we wanna be, and exactly how to get there.
-- Rob Moore
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In 2001 I wrote The Black & White Book under the name R.P.Moore.
Finding my message coming full circle time and again to the radical kind
of self-acceptance the book portrays, the link above to the Simon & Schuster e-book
may well be of assistance to those sincerely seeking an emotional breakthrough.
Exponentially Out There
Have you noticed? It's happening. It's really, really, really happening. What used to be sooooooo very esoteric and
woo-woo and "out there" is becoming more and more run-of-the-mill, everyday water cooler conversation. Just a couple of years ago the casual mention of receiving tangible guidance from a non-matter-based presence would elicit wary glances and create a general yeah-okay-whatever vibe to the entire room. Today I see respected and successful individuals popping up more and more unabashedly revealing that they receive insights from "a companion" or "a guide" or
their "higher self".
For this blog, I'm actually more focused on the speed of our lives at this point in the grand scheme. The time it takes for all our individual processes is decreasing exponentially. Our brain cells and synapses are catching up to truths that have been patiently awaiting discovery for-freaking-ever now.
It's been my intent for quite a while to write a book about the remarkable events that led to the discovery of the guide I was channeling so extensively (and am apparently melding with a little bit more all the time). I'm not saying that won't happen but I'm certainly reconsidering the whole book idea at the moment because -- just like the dizzying world of computer software -- it seems that by the time a book hits the shelf these days it's outdated. AT LEAST in terms that it is not indicative of how the author is evolving and therefore realizing more accurate insights.
The prove-it-first-then-we'll-talk approach scientists have always taken has been an invaluable tool in shaping our understanding of how things work... to this point. But, again, just like that squirrelly software, our consciousness about how absolutely EVERYTHING works is increasing so fast there's not even time to get out the test tubes and Bunsen burners. Just a brief glance at the non-stop discoveries in outer space over the last few years shows how rapidly everything deemed "certifiably true" is being chipped away slab by slab. (Just like the earth's icebergs. Coincidence? I'd bet not, somehow.)
There is a point here and I see it located right in the center of that ever-present NOW moment my life always seems to revolve around these days. I don't assume to know how it will ultimately work but from where I sit, things aren't really speeding up, they're just naturally getting more accurately aligned with truth. Or more aligned with "the now".
Or the absolute present moment.
Anything that strays from the one eternal instant is automatically out of alignment with absolute truth. The "cosmic pendulum" has been swinging exponentially less and less far afield for ages but has come to a point where it can hardly be ignored. In every way, shape, and form every single answer we seek stops being in a book on the shelf or in a stored file on the computer or even in our brain's memory banks. It's in the one moment, right now, in that most intuitive part of us that words don't quite seem to be able to describe. But you know what? That doesn't even matter... come into the one moment right now... you'll see.
Wow... That Really DOES Suck
"That sucks" has become a mainstay in the English vocabulary since, I dunno, the original SNL cast repeated those
then-risque words over and over to the horror of my mother, I suppose. But the more time goes on, the more I see how the way we have come to use this expression actually makes it one of our more profound and technically accurate ideas.
I'm pretty sure this phrase was originally intended to portray the idea of a penis receiving oral attention... with a
non-consentual element implied. Since (for most of us, anyway) the non-consentual aspect is not acceptable or desired, it came to pass on some momentous day in our history that "that sucks" started to be applied to situations, ideas, and people that we would prefer not to experience.
If we could see ourselves and our environment under some giant Reality Cosmoscope, we'd see we're really just swirling, pulsing, emanating, thrusting, pulling, and releasing blobs of energy. We are designed to pull energy from the earth in order to create with it, navigate with it, and give it to other energy forms as we see fit. In a perfect world -- just as trees emit the oxygen we need to thrive and we, in turn, emit the carbon dioxide trees need to thrive -- everything would give and receive in one, big, unified orchestra of give and receive.
(I really don't need to insert here that this is not a perfect world, do I? Just checking.) The good news I've found over the years is that it doesn't matter if the whole, spherical globe is functioning perfectly or not. I've come to learn that we can each make our own personal swirling spheres of energy a very pleasant place to live regardless of what's going on elsewhere. The key here is don't stop sucking, just do more emanating.
I like to give. It's a natural byproduct of realizing how abundant we are which I discuss in this presentation. As a general rule, I've found the more I'm able to give and offer and put out there, the better and more rewarded I feel. Yeeaaah, it almost always feels good to give.
Wait... 'almost'?? Not 'always'??
Nope, giving does not always feel good. When it ceases to feel good is when the recipient... well... just plain sucks! When someONE or some JOB or some EVENT is an insatiable vortex of non-stop sucking... when everything we have to offer is gobbled up as fast as we put it out there... we start to feel drained, depleted, and malnourished. And what really sucks is when others come to expect what we have to offer to such a degree that they reach right in and take it. Now THAT sucks, okay??
We may not have any control over how much anyone or anything sucks. We do, however, have control over how much we suck. And how much we allow to be drawn from us and our resources. We have control over whether we subject ourselves to the force of certain vacuums or not. We can walk away. We can move on. We can find a much nicer spot in the shade of some tree... where there's some REAL give and take going on.
The Irony of the Job
You've probably heard the analogy of the carpenter who's so busy he lives in a shack with boards falling off of it. Or the mechanic who keeps everyone's car in town purring like a kitten yet drives an oil-burning rust bucket home every night (albeit a quite stunning home recently crafted by the aforementioned busy carpenter who drives a classic automobile meticulously maintained by said mechanic).
There's something rather bittersweet about these scenarios, right? It's inspiring on one hand to think a job well done could be one's greatest fulfillment and yet the idea that the fruits of those very labors are being personally sacrificed for the greater good is a little disheartening. Enter those with a passion for sharing ideas in the hope that others might find a more fulfilling life for themselves. Be they authors, speakers, or TV personalities, a different kind of dynamic starts to form and at first glance their "sacrifice" does NOT come off quite so warm or fuzzy.
I was recently catching myself up to speed with "Top Chef" on Bravo and therefore spent half a day watching one of those six-episodes-in-a-row marathons. Aside from the fact that Padma Lakshmi is hotter than anything those chefs have cooked up thus far, I cannot help but see someone literally radiant with love for the show, the chefs, and the guests. Still, in her role she is the repeated bearer of unwanted news. She outlines each grueling contest situation, then informs the chefs of unforeseen u-turns necessary to ensure viewer interest, and asks each week's least favorite to "pack their knives and go". As gracious and respectful as she is to each of the chefs while fulfilling her duties, to "hang out" with them, comfort and cajole them, and be their "pal" would be a clear conflict of interest leading to all sorts of misunderstandings and hurt feelings. (Potentially great ratings of a different animal, mind you, but that's more of a FOX kinda move, right?)
Not so very long ago, I sent some correspondence to a long-admired colleague who has been an established bearer of happiness-increasing info for many years. I must tell you, I was horrified when I did not receive a response. I mean, c'mon! This is someone who -- according to their own words -- understands what it means to genuinely love and care for each other yet is choosing NOT to afford me even a thank-you-for-your-interest note of political correctness?? I actually wasn't so infuriated as I was stopped in my tracks. I mean, I had been puzzled before by a love, peace, harmony, and miracles type but this time it was a bit different.
And then I went and did it. I asked, sincerely and from the heart, "Why?" (When we do that, I assure you it's the cue to our own life to demonstrate the answer to us fully and beyond any shadow of any doubt.)
Soon thereafter, I could hear the distant rumbling underneath the usually silent ground of my existence. Then...
VAR-WHOOOSH!
From seemingly out of nowhere came a tidal wave of e-mails, phone calls, and the repeated insistence of my time and attention. There were even actions by heretofore unknowns that can be likened to the grabbing at my clothes and limbs. Several of my efforts had apparently fallen into place at once and it became very clear that if I tried to give a piece of me to everyone requesting it, there just would not be enough of me to go around!
Believe me, I'm well aware that I'm nobody famous but I am a man with a desire to see others live more freely, more peacefully, and just plain better in general. It's a tricky choice: Try to be everybody's friend or just set out to bring useful ideas to all who might find they need it? Hmmmm... big thrills, fast times, and friends in high places? Or the quiet gratification of following an inner drive? Hmmmm...
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-- Rob Moore
Arrive from a search engine? Click here for the main site page
In 2001 I wrote The Black & White Book under the name R.P.Moore.
Finding my message coming full circle time and again to the radical kind
of self-acceptance the book portrays, the link above to the Simon & Schuster e-book
may well be of assistance to those sincerely seeking an emotional breakthrough.
A Man, A Mammogram, A Retreat and A Choice
Nothing gets under my skin faster than people who leech off society or any habitual hangers-on for a free ride.
In a twist of undeniable parallels, my body has been a less-than-amused host of sebaceous cysts my entire life.
Just sit there and conceive of a body part and I've had one of these clumps of funtionlessness within five inches of it.
No sooner than a cyst was removed from the base of my back a few weeks ago, one pops up on my chest...right beside the nipple. Hurts like a mofo, too. The doctor gives me a referral to get an ultrasound and to have the fluid removed. "Women have it done all the time. Really common. Nothing to it," he says. (Those last three little words I've found to be precursors to an inevitable fiasco... much like "you can't miss it").
So I go to the center where I was referred. They look at the form and say, "Wait... this is something on your breast?
We can't do that here. You have to go the Women's Breast Care Center. Call this number and schedule an appointment."
So I call. Yeah, I'm kinda weirded out, but I call. I tell them I need to get an ultrasound and have this lump dealt with.
The chick on the other end pauses. Then she asks, "This is for YOU?"
"Yes, it is."
Still more pausing... then, "Ummmm... yeah... look... we don't do breast ultrasounds on men. Sorry."
Call it intuition, call it paranoia, call it whatever you want but I'm pretty sure this gal thought I was either some deluded tranny or was undergoing some kind of transgender procedure she didn't know how to deal with.
After being transferred to about five other people, it was determined that I would first have to get a MAMMOGRAM before it could be determined what to do with "my breast".
OY VEY ZMIR! (Pardon me for not being Jewish but PLEASE!)
Just the idea of the pain of putting my swollen, throbbing nibble in a vice and clamping down makes me run screaming
for the door, okay? (Not to mention this has gotten just TOO freaky and so COMPLETELY out of hand it deems itself irrevocably ridiculous.) There must be a better way.
** Enter light bulb over aching head. **
I just attended a week-long retreat held by Rosalyn Bruyere and Ken Weintrub which focused on healing energy and how to put it to practical use. After years and years of feeling like I was talking to a brick wall about my personal discoveries, at last I found myself among others of like mind. Others who actually wanted to discuss theories and realizations and hopes and ideas. "This," I thought, "is what this week is all about! This joining is what I came here for!!"
That was definitely part of it, but I think I was also there for the reason I actually intended: to set out on a path of healing myself and my body. I'm finding that after several years of making an effort to live consciously and choose intentionally,
my life is at last mirroring those efforts. When I set out to do something these days, I get pretty direct results pretty quickly. The detours and derailments of the past -- the distractions and delays that seemed to drag me away from my focus -- are becoming less and less of a reality... even less of a possibility these days.
So, I set out a few months back to really and truly learn how to bring healing to my own body. Although I figured that may well be a process of many years, an ironic and benign little clump of cells have apparently gotten together to form an opportunity for me NOW. As New (now-getting-tired) Age as it may sound, this really is an opportunity to learn. An opportunity to heal. An opportunity to go beyond fear. Beyond the benign. Beyond the benign fear.
-- Rob Moore
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