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I was on the phone with my friend the other day when we kept getting disconnected. She called me back and joked that if it happened again she would start to think I didn't like her. I replied that she was the one with the cell phone, and a land line, which is what I have, rarely goes dead. 

Think back to the days of your wall-mounted phone. Did you ever lose your connection? Granted I use a cordless phone, and the battery does at times act up, but not nearly as frequently as a cell phone drops a call. My phone is as reliable as my Internet connection which is pretty solid. Then the phone went dead again, and Bryn called back telling me if I didn't want to talk to her I should just say so! I gave in and said my end was the faulty one, she was right, and going forward if we ever had a disagreement about anything we should have as a standing policy that the fault is always mine. Like any woman, or for that matter person, she liked the prospect of being always right. It was like carte blanche for our friendship, a term I know she understands, being Canadian. 

Of course I was the one joking this time. Friendship, like love, is a two-way street and it involves compromise. If it's always your way or mine, then it devolves into a dictatorship, or America with Trump as president. Kidding. But really it's good advice for life. If ever you have a problem with somebody, a disagreement or misunderstanding or conflict of interests or clash of wills, you should just assume that you bear all the blame. One hundred percent of it. 

Why? Because the personality traits we often dislike in others are the very ones we ourselves possess. And so the people we interact with are like mirrors, presenting reflections of what we need to see in ourselves. I'm talking about your father's need to dispense advice and never take it, your brother's coming off as holier than thou, the friend of a friend's making light of a situation that should be taken seriously, etc. These are all aspects of you. Or of me. Sometimes I forget who I'm talking to.

I was watching a show last night about the Akashic Records. This is a quantum field of waves somewhat like the Cloud that is a repository of all the information in the Universe, past, present and future and including all dimensions. You can access it in meditation or in moments of inspiration. I watched Deepak Chopra's brain light up with rare wave patterns as, sitting in the neuroscientist's office, he slipped into a deep meditation. This cosmic consciousness, as Chopra puts it quoting Mahesh Yogi and Maurice Bucke, is what psychics and prognosticators like Nostradamus and the Bulgarian Baba Vanga tapped into to arrive at their stunningly accurate predictions of world events. Sadly many of the events they foresaw have been catastrophic, like 9/11 and Fukushima and Hitler's trail of devastation. And the colonization of Mars, which some say has already happened. 

What to make of this zany prescience? You can only predict something that hasn't happened yet if the future has already been written, kind of like a script. And many authorities including scientists believe this is the case. We are playing out a drama whose ending has already been devised. Hopefully it will be a happy one.

It will be. It already is. Cosmic consciousness was in Bucke's day something very rare. In his book on the subject he cites only about 30 individuals who have achieved this state of transcendence, who access a fourth level of awareness to the three that are common to the rest of us - waking, dreaming and deep sleep. And these individuals include Jesus and Buddha and Mohammed and other heavyweights of holiness that nobody compares himself to, except for maybe the loony who stands in front of the corner liquor store smelling to high heaven.

But as Mahesh Yogi describes in his book on transcendence: cosmic consciousness, or God realization, is our natural state. It is where humanity is headed once we get out of our own way. And it is my belief that this pure consciousness is much more common than it was in Bucke's day, more common at least than what Bucke himself believed. 

There is an infinity's worth of information all around you. Like the Internet, which your computer can access without leaving your room. And you can too can "download" that information, which is so much more vast than the information online, right now. Simply close your eyes, quiet your mind, focus on your breathing, and in the silence that ensues tune into the cosmic frequency beaming down at you and radiating from within. You may be like a Bell or an Einstein and come back with the next great invention. Or feeling calmer yourself just serve to increase the peace, which is arguably a greater contribution to world affairs.

I guess what I'm saying is the cosmic order is perfect, and the divine plan is running smoothly on all cylinders. We are lucky to participate in this great adventure of consciousness. I feel lucky. Don't you? So instead of thinking you are always right, give that right to others. Be agreeable. If you find yourself disagreeing with that obnoxious lady who the seating chart placed you beside at your work-related mixer, then turn the tables and fight about who's right by taking that bitch's side. Doing so will also increase your peace.

"You're right. No you're right." Etc. is how the conversation will play out. I couldn't even find a cartoon for this dynamic because the phenomenon is so rare. Make it less so. Because who wants to look like the guy below?


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