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The follow mg excerpt is taken from Creativism: The Art of Living Deliberately and is used with the permission of the author, Harry Palmer. It describes a period of time shortly after Harry dis covered Avatar.
Smiling...
How do I feel? I can determine, as easily as one shifts the focus of his attention from one sound to another, or from one sight to another, the structure and content of the consciousness that I choose to manifest myself as. I can experience any state of existence I want. Any state I decide. So I choose to be euphoric. And when I create it, the whole universe reflects it back to me. I choreograph my own symphony of spiritual ecstasy. What is happening and who I am, are really the same. I retreat to the mountain in Chemung, New York to contemplate this new existence and to enjoy a glorious fall. This is the prize so long sought, the elusive higher state of consciousness from which one knowingly creates his own reality. I can be for whatever span of time I create. In full view are the workings of human consciousness. I see the end of the path that every spiritual practice, in its purest moment of conception, has attempted to bring to mankind. I see the possibilities and the pitfalls. I see how righteous folly can turn even the noblest spiritual path into the wheel ruts worn by "civilized" armies. I know the simplest of truths; I know the truth is not WHAT I, or anyone else, creates, but the truth is THAT we create it. But it is the fall of 1986, and the mountain ash leaves dance brightly and blow orange and yellow in the wind. An ancient orchestration. I am the I AM that exists within and without all space for all times. Within that I AM is a watching, and within that I AM are spiraling orange and yellow leaves in the fall of 1986. There is no difference between the watching and the spiraling. I understand that the consciousness in all living things is individualized only by WHAT they create, not by the fact THAT they create. Beneath the illusion of difference I feel life and it is unified and whole. Love is. Beyond the dream theaters of consciousness, beyond the creations of time, form and event, I am love. I can stay or return. I am not in the world, nor of the world, but within WHAT IS a small bubble contains the world. And I smile a lot...
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