W(h)ither ISNO

Every once in a while, a few are born with “shamanic” nervous systems, meaning they can “tip over” and enter other subtle levels of consciousness and receive instruction from intelligences hidden to the average person’s eye. In our little world of SNOB, SNOC, ISNO, Home Pharm, it was Ralph, back in 1883.

After training from his “thesis” supervisor, Mozumdar, the Blessed Ones in Light’s Regions, collectively named “Vitvan” agreed to work with the vessel, conduit, channel, named Ralph. Again and again Ralph stated the Work came through him, not from him.

If there was any central goal of his methodology and instructions, it was that others might  make the Contact for themselves also, after they got off their tape-listening asses in classroom, and got up the gumption to break into and cultivate the First Crossing.

With the enthusiasm of  a Journeyman setting out, Ralph was sure he would lead hundreds into the experience of the higher levels of consciousness he could visit.

How has that worked out? Hard knocks revealed that people are mired in a “basic state,” and you cannot push them out of it. Ralph scaled back his expectations. In the end, after 50 years of sannyasin work, founding schools, and volumes of writings, he had to say that maybe he had found 5. Eventually, one of them, Anita Hayden, succeeded him when he passed over.

Let’s look at two other men on Vitvan’s short list whom he considered capable to carrying on his Outline: Fred Hess and Dr. John Gozzi. Fred was the ex-husband of Marj Coffman, a man she could not speak of without a sneer and put-down. Perhaps that will tell you something of her nature. Dr. John eventually moved off and started a sister group in Colorado, which fell apart upon his passing, and is now making a feeble attempt to return to more tape-listening.

In 1973 I had lived for a year at Home Farm, and was disappointed in my apparent lack of ability to feel the whooshing energies other students claimed they were having in meditation with Anita. Let’s be clear: Anita had spent decades with Vitvan, in his darshan, and she had the Mojo.

But both Fred and John, of a more intellectual nature, had not broken through, despite years of practice using Ralph’s methods and his attempts to reverse-engineer why he could contact certain states but others could not follow him. Here are two men, on Vitvan’s short list of successor, after years of dedication, and still, the “Vitvan System” had not produced the result.

What’s wrong with this picture?

Ralph said that most of his followers should stick to the sweetness ‘n light if they couldn’t handle the forces encountered when doing battle with “Evil.” He said that only 2% would tough it out with his methodology; the rest should stick to the antiseptic lessor practice of  “raising your forces” (running away from confronting your own South Half); or even, go down the road to that other ashram run by Flower Newhouse, where sincere and smiley-faced pabulum was served. Vitvan proclaimed that his school served “red meat,” the real stuff.

So? How has that worked out?

Here’s what Dr. John told me. Both he and Fred Hess needed stronger medicine than the so-called “red meat” Vitvan served up. Both of them went off and underwent Reichean body work to break through their “character armoring.” This did the trick for them, and that is what he recommended for me; and that is what I did.

There is a flame inside the seeker, that may burst up into a larger Fire if they are at the right basic state, and ready. But it’s covered over by what Ralph called the “adamantine veil” that most (including his followers) cannot, or will not break through. But if and when this flame gets fanned, then there is no turning back to the former life of tape-sitting and repeating the liturgy of someone else’s words. Fred called this “the Urge.” Some have it, some don’t.
( see Fress Hess Returns )

Looking back, we have come to the conclusion that Ralph was like a traveler and scholar who wrote wonderful descriptions of the far away and foreign places he had visited; but no amount of reading his books or hearing his talks would ever succeed in transporting the student-follower there.

His methodology sucked. At least for Joe Average. After all, if it was so great, why then did Jim Dalton, Dean of the School, Anita’s successor, go on into Buddhist practices? How can you explain why Marj, Bill, Susan, Jane, Pat, Lynne, on and on, why virtuallynothing has happened in their inner life, and they even call themselves the “normals?’

Who on the Path, if they have found the Urge, would ever call themselves “normal?”

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This now brings me to wrap up with my story:

Why ISNO?

What Did and Does It Mean that I proclaimed the INNER School of the Natural Order, or ISNO?  I am nowhere near to Ralph’s stature, nor ever claimed to be. But once the Flame was ignited, it had to be nurtured, and protected against the negativity at SNO Home Farm, and it served as a Declaration that SNO had lost its way, and as a validation of what was still there, dormant, sleeping. They talk of it, but can’t serve it up, can’t show you if you ask. Even Lynne now recognizes that she'll have no one left to boss around and is begging for new ideas.

But, they got nothin'  

I left HF in 1973 looking for “red meat.” I knew I needed help cracking my stubborn case open, and I would travel and investigate and do whatever was needed to make Contact. For 30 years I went to classes and practiced (not just read about) inner world techniques in multiple disciplines to open the doors, and travel the realms.

I tried anything that could demonstrate it could deliver a result beyond having a good talk. Five years in Reichean with Israel Regardie; five years among the disciplined Scientologists learning the workable processes they have; five years doing Taoist work in Mantak Chia’s Healing Tao system; five years with an “out-of-body” inner world travel master; five more years with advanced and liberated Scientologist auditors who had the mojo and could deliver the product free from the Church’s fanatic unsanity. Step by step, each study and practice synthesized into a set of skills that could be used to methodically dismantled hidden defenses and blindnesses within the subconscious.  Until one day making Contact with the Jewel within the Lotus.

Then the Field directed me back to the pressure cooker/incubator at Home Farm. I returned in 2001 with the unexamined expectation that while I had been away doing my extensional studies, they too had progressed. Instead I found squatters living there for cheap rent, putting on a half-hearted show of being “students.”  They were not interested in hearing anything new (extensional) that rocked their safe little good ship Lollypop. SNO was scraping the bottom and heading for the rocky shoals under the non-leadership and non-vision of the Board.

After some years of repression and effort against the psychic inertia of the “normals,” the steam built up to such an extent that I had a meltdown, & had to leave for a year to recover; once recovered I vowed not to run like so many before, & returned to do battle and Serve what I had found. During the time I struggled there for years, I used the medicines in conjunction with twice daily Holosync, digging deeper and deeper, until Contact was made.

I literally fought to push their forces away from drowning out the Flame I had found and was protecting in an Inner Temple I was consciously building.

Eventually I contacted the true Vitvan within the Field, the Lakshmi of the Lake, which was an actual download that grew within into a Citadel. Bit by bit the INNER School was being revealed and brought into consciousness, beyond being the background warmth in the incubator.

[Near the end, while the normals sat SNOozing in class knitting, or picking at their toes, I came with a notebook and came away with pages of new understandings, having heard an Inner Lecture within what was said on the tape. I knew now for a fact that there was an Inner esoteric teaching woven into the exoteric words; it was a matter of tuning in. Some looked askance: what was he doing with all those diagrams and writing? Then, as the tape ended, they turned to more gossip and garden talk. Discussing the lecture, much less any ideas and insights exotic to the “standard liturgy” was frowned on. Go Broncos.]

Eventually an Inner World Home Farm became a place I visited in my dreams, as waking and dreaming consciousness began to blend. (I have to say for the record that I ran into the same people there and we all seemed to get along fine; quite unlike the drama that runs through Home Farm on this 3D level. Souls seem bigger there; but down here on this level, when states and their respective fields collide, they first try to marginalize you, shut you up, and finally they evict and ban you)

Once I came to trust that I, the slow goat climbing the mountain, had actually found and entered this INNER School, I knew I could finally go beyond verbal teaching, and actually guide some, the few, into and upon their First Crossing,

By dint of YEARS of synthesizing inner world techniques, and working with them, I knew, with the mindset of a contractor who Knows his tools and how to use them, based on years of experience with them, that I could NOW, and not before, say that I could navigate some of the Deep Waters of the Inner Worlds.

As the Citadel formed within my consciousness, the name INNER School of the Natural Order was revealed, and it stood for what happened when IT made CONTACT with me. We do not choose this; IT chooses us when we are ready.

ISNO has a definite and sacred referent to me. It CANNOT be promoted and marketed by words or imagery. It is found ONLY after years of hard work seeking within. It is not some franchise whose name you can put on your letterhead or Facebook page, and truly represent just because you want to join the Club. SNO is a Club. I have no interest in making another Level I Club.


For newbies who are just dipping their toes into the waters, with limited practices in place, and limited use of the medicines, for these I apply the term or title Explorer. After YEARS of exploring steadily, and not as a dilettante, they MIGHT finally come to the level of the title I only recently acknowledged in myself: Navigator.  We are still coming out of the the Probationary level as found in When the Sun Moves Northward, finally glimpsing the clear air above the South Half.

I had a hard time disentangling from the Negative Glamor Field that prevails at Home Farm, but by confronting “them” I was using “Evil” in its proper way as Ralph prescribed: to bring to the surface your own buttons and reactivities. I acknowledge with gratitude those who gave me help and support during this “coming out and being separated” period.

Nonetheless, anyone who tries to market, promote, run up the flag of some kind of structure, organization, product, that they call ISNO, has missed the point entirely. I have to disassociate myself from this Reification and anyone prematurely claiming the title of Navigator. 

For IT chooses you when you are ready; you do not choose IT, join a Club, or get a Members Only jacket because you made a monthly donation.

Marjie's Farm

"Marjie's Farm" 
(thanks Bob)

I ain't gonna work on Marjie's farm no more
No, I ain't gonna work on Marjie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
But I’m livin’ with the insane
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor
I ain't gonna work on Marjie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Marjie’s guard dog no more
No, I aint gonna work for Susie Doozie no more
Well, she hands you a nickel
She hands you a dime
She asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time
Then she fines you every time you slam the door
I ain't gonna work for Marjie's yap dog no more.

I ain't gonna work for Marjie's crew no more
No, I aint gonna work for Jabba Dabba Do no more
Well, she puts you on her work list
Adds demerits just for kicks
Her bedroom window
It is made out of bricks
The National Guard stands around her door
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Marjie Junior no more.

I ain't gonna go to Marjie's class no more
No, I ain't gonna sit and knit on my ass no more
Well, they turn on the tape

Then everyone takes a SNOoze
The Old Man talks about God and law

But they talk garden news
It’s 2015 but they think it’s fifty-four
I ain't gonna smile and be senile no more.

I ain't gonna live on Marjie's farm no more
No, I aint gonna live on Marjie's farm no more
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am
But everybody wants you
To be just like them
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna  live on Marjie's farm no more.

Cognition is the fruit of Lumination

"Lumination” is a term from Wilhelm Reich’s work, where he observed that when the body of flesh is not transversely blocked with ridges from traumas and energy suppression, waves of energy can travel from toe to head and back, just as we see in a chortling baby who can be tickled into waves of pleasure giggles anywhere on the body. When energy can flow freely like this, we glow and “illuminate” or as he called it “luminate.”  Light is given off from waves of cascading pleasure flows. Or rather, we can say that cascading flows of energy (not too strong) are felt as pleasure.

Over time we learn to suppress our emotions by clenching down musculature in the body (tight pelvis, flat chest, clenched chin, dry eyes, rigid solar plexus., etc.,) and these clenchings lay in transverse muscular and cellular ridges which interrupt the free cascade. For babies, orgasm is body long and wide. For adults, their built up “character armoring” means orgasm (Life energy cascade thru the Root and sexual centers) does not flow body wide, but is usually felt (and trapped) only in the genital areas.

The release of such armoring and restoration of body wide light-energy cascade is the goal of classic Reichian work. Each release of the cellular ridges also brings back memory of the root trauma that caused the block, and thus we gain understanding of how our percepts have been warped]

Information (as from experience, or the absorption of wave gunas) is patterning that is recorded and imprinted in “matter,:” “flesh,” “cellular membrane,” ...etc., some kind of imprintable recording medium. Over time this builds up layers in a disorganized fashion, like an archeological dig. If it is then stirred by a higher field of energy, the amplification causes the layers to organize by resonant musical tones into a higher structure.

But first, those elements that are discordant with the lattice of organization have to be purged out. This cleaning phase gives rise to negative reactions, illness, grumpiness, moodiness, until "every tree not planted by the Father" is flushed from the system. This is the famed First Crossing or Purificatory Process.

As it becomes organized or coherent, it starts to luminate under the amplifying force. When lumination reaches critical mass, it cascades and releases light. This is the Aha! Moment when the light bulb of understanding (cognition) goes off and we feel a release of tension: “Aha! NOW I see what underlay this!”

So wave frequencies collect and nest in recording medium as experience and memory. Under favorable conditions a higher energy input can organize this data into new patterns to measure Cosmos against (labeling, abstracting, for feel-know taste of qualities). Organization leads to a cascade when energized, and there is an “orgasm” or release of light energy felt as “understanding.” (getting “under” or to the root of the causation or pattern developed)

So this is the routine pattern of life learning. This is how the generative force boot-straps itself “upward,” or as in Taoism, the ching chi distills itself up through the tan tiens (retorts) into more and more subtle essence. This collected essence can then be consciously built into a new subtle body, the body of the Golden Flower.

Once understood then we ask how can we cooperate and maximize this progression into higher refined percepts? Into a more sensitive nervous structure?

Answer: we increase lumination.

How: by enhancing wave cascade, which means layering energy upon energy as overtones. When one meditates or contemplates, AND, can hold a tone or frequency in a feedback manner, layering tone upon itself, it starts a nesting process. The waveforms can be packed in when using harmonics, much like data can be compressed in a zip file of binary 1’s and 0’s. Fractal compression. Turns out this idealizes at the phi ratios for maximum compaction and nesting.

Phi-loading is nesting waves until a cascade builds and releases.

Orgasm is a phi-cascade, drawing from Root earth generative flows up, thru sexual organs.  Animals rely on cyclical earth energies to luminate, then they rut and cascade in mating. Humans can draw on other higher energy fields and thus luminate at any season or time.

In addition, external energy can be added to increase amplitude. Old standbys like rhythmic breath, steady state calm, chanting, smooth flow of thoughts arising, will work. The key is repetition in a feedback loop, layered on so each repeat snuggles into the "arms" of the previous wave. You can start out doing it mechanically but as you get a feeling for it you can feel the "bumb" as each layer nestles in. The essence of mediation is watching yourself, self watching self, then self watching self watching self (!)... and this leads to the emergence of Self (with capital S), the Viewer, which could also be seen as the ego (protector watch dog) maturing into a compassionate "hypervisor" who forgives and loves and encourages the little self like a good parent does the child.

Also more powerful is entheogenic doping (as a laser beam is “doped” to entrain the waves). When done judiciously, the cascade can be enormously increased and thus so can the lumination, and cognition can occur in fruiting clusters and blow out photonic orgasms.

Key here is our desire to use the cascade to reorganize our nervous system (and etheric structures) into more complex transceivers. It is better to push the envelope of the pneumatic ovum steadily and gently rather than repeatedly blowing out the building energy (with possible ruptures or tears in the Ovum membrane). Occasional blow-outs of course can also be wonderful and instructive. But building in faculty is the goal so you must absorb the fruit of the cascade. (and layer it back! Tree makes fruit with seed, then drops it to the ground and fertilizes itself! The serpent Oroboros eats its tail. You are the lover of yourself!)

Eventually we see that there is a method of gathering gunas thru experience, collecting, holding, then bringing in energy to organize and cascade the packed “juice” in this Malkuthian substance into uprising branchings, flowerings and fruiting. Your prayer becomes “Lord, bring it on!” Bring it down, hold it, hand shake and feel-know,  and then let it rise up according to the self-organizing Seed unfolding  You "surrender" to the Process not because you are subjected by force, but rather you surrender to cooperating with yourself as the Process itself.

While the unfoldment of the Seed must occur according to natural order timelines, time is also a waveform and can be accelerated as dimensions interpenetrate. “Short-cutting” really comes to down conscious co-operation with the removal of roadblocks, and adopting accelerants to increase cascade If you can’t stand the heat, it’s OK to keep out of the kitchen. Maybe later.

You can haphazardly go along (“Life is my teacher”); or you can initiate a regular practice to co-operate and not obstruct the Natural Order Process. It seems to come down to How Much Lumination can you take? When cascade is too much it become pain, and few want to explore that to get to the other side.

When beings in higher frequencies contact us, their fields initiate amplification, which brings up blockages. Thus there is always a purificatory process as we Self-organize our structure “upward.” Old patterns once useful have to be upgraded.

[re-edited with some additions Mar 6 9pm PST]

Tipping Over

There has been an eons long struggle for the control of our most precious resource, the Light within each of us, which Light is called Soul.

Some of us were called to be Scapegoats for the tribe, to dare and look into the Darkness that has crept up around Our Innocence. As we looked deep into our own dissatisfactions, we drew the fear and rejection of those who also want to be freed from their inner fear of Self, but who lack the needed stamina, and so have settled into a rut of cautious and conservative clinging to old identities. They were not the adventurers and explorers, but those who stayed home.

I, as your ISNO Shaman, have come to the tipping point. The Darnkess that overtook SNO has had its glamour broken. We took this on like an anvil upon which the collective sins of the tribe could be beaten, hammered, and heated to incandesence in the Forge of Love's Fire.

this Love is not soft and sentimental; this Love does not look backward to imitation of former days, which now are spun into mythologies that never were. The Real Work was always about being on the Forge, being hammered, until all the personal heartstrings we keep strumming next to our breasts, our doorway back to innocence, but also our trap of identity; until we come to the breakthrough Realization that we cling to our Sadnesses because it was at those times of deepest loss we also felt most Alive and in touch with our Fearless Self.

Here is the basic rule of the Shaman: everyone keeps trying to use their Loss as a wedge in time that opened them, however briefly, to the Greater Self, the One who has nothing to Fear, who can lose all the Past, who needs not old books and club memberships. But the One who lives in the Adventure Of Now.

We have broken the Spell. We are at the Tipping Point. Some will glibly say "let the healing begin" but until they can confess their part, and bravely enter their own Shamanic Odyssesy through the dark continents of their psyches, we must hold them at arm's length, until they enter upon the Journey in earnest.

If the Path may be summarized in what it is all about, it is that we are Seekers trying to find out again, the Goodness and Pleasure of Being, being yourself. Of finding and holding a Sanctuary where others can admit to their fears and try and work back into Loving themselves, the All of them.

This is not about higher states, and modes of behavior, and all that roundabout approach we take as we come into the center of the Labyrinth of ourself. We have to come to the pure love of ourself; and only then can we help others to find it.

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