A Letter to the Father

Many of you know the story of how I went to seminary and intended to be a professor; how I felt deeply I was in the wrong place but didn’t know where the right place was. One of my dorm mates was an opera buff who had every opera record under the sun and listened to them morning, noon, and night. I listened with him for the year and a half I was there. Something about those great voices grabbed me down deep somewhere in my psyche and I bought some and began listening to opera while I was studying. Then one evening, a strange thing (for me then) happened. I clearly heard an inner voice say to me “your characters could be your sermons; the stage could be your pulpit; the theatre could be your church; the audience could be your congregation.” Now go put feet to your faith.” This shocked me! Baptists do not hear voices! Maybe Pentecostals do but not us Baptists. You have to understand that I had never had any serious voice lessons. I sang in choirs and sounded no better than anyone else. But just before I heard the voice, I remember praying almost through tears, “Father please tell me what to do. I don’t feel like I belong here.” Maybe that is why I believed it. I took a little step by faith. This was a new kind of ministry. I left seminary and got a job. When I wasn’t working I was listening to opera. This went on about six months until finally one day I opened my mouth to see if I could make a sound like those guys on the records, and out came the operatic voice I have had since! A friend came by and said “Hey, you’ve got quite a voice. You ought to enter the Met Auditions.” I didn’t know what they were but I said sure. I filled out the application, got some music for some hard bass arias and set to learning them by listening to records. I went down to sing the first level of the Met Auditions in Tulsa and had no expectations. I just sang and was named one of the winners. I was even given an apprenticeship with the Santa Fe Opera and the Tulsa Opera sponsored me and gave me grants. I thought to myself, “Gee, this opera business is a snap.” I had absolutely no social preparation to help me deal with this new profession. And I found out that not everybody would like me. I would have real enemies to fight. But I did my best, sang big roles in big houses. I made some mistakes and after singing in this world 11 years I made a personal mistake that took me off the stage. I kept thinking I would find a way to get back on, but I never did. I became a university teacher instead. But all through this era my heart was aching that I had failed in this new ministry that I had been divinely given. Friends were well meaning when they said, “It’s all in the past. Just move on!” But they didn’t understand the miracle I had been given and how deeply it had hurt me to feel I had not fulfilled what I had been given. I was still a minister at heart even when I was an opera singer.

Today, I wrote a letter to God and made a little boat with my recordings in it and my reviews, and I set it on the ocean when the tide was going out. I am going to share with you that letter.

Dearest Father,
I know that you know my thoughts and that you are here now as I type these words, but it is good for me to write to you this way. I love you with all my heart Father even though I scarcely know how to love, even scarcely know what it is. But you know me and knew me since before all time when I was and still am a part of you. I am a thought in your mind. It feels like I have been away from you a long time, but I know that is not true. I have just been dreaming a dream which to me seems long, but it really was over a long time ago. I am not making very much sense am I? I feel your heart in mine, dear Father. I have almost come for the time to leave this body and set sail again within the world of spirit. It is all a part of the dream which you can’t know because you know that I am safely inside your Mind. Thoughts leave not their thinker. But the Holy Spirit came with me into my dream. He witnessed my birth into this imaginary world. He saw how I so often thought of you. He saw as I viewed my part in my dream as a hero who would help people to remember you. He saw our Song awaken in my heart and formalize itself into a singer in this dream world. My career as an opera singer was the most important thing in my life because you gave me the gift to sing. Your Holy Spirit told me in Seminary that “my characters could be my sermons; the stage could be my pulpit; the theatre could be my church; the audience could be my congregation.” Then your Holy Spirit said to me, “Now go put feet to your faith.” I believed it Father. I knew it was True and that it came from you. I went into this strange, cruel, but wonderful world of opera and I sang with all my heart. I was surprised when some people didn’t like me, because my voice was from you. Along the way I sang as best as I could and I thought of you every time before I went on stage. I made some personal mistakes which I know you have forgiven me for. But I had a hard time forgiving myself for them. They took me out of the world of opera and took away my stage where I had my church. I felt like such a failure. I so wanted to use my voice to help others awaken. I thought my tears would never end for the loss of my career as a singer. You could not know my dream, of course, though you knew I was dreaming. But the Holy Spirit saw and felt everything that happened to me. He saw my tears and my broken heart. He saw the way I had to work in a cruel, cruel world of opera where the men who ran it were asleep in their own dreams of indifference, hatred and usury.
But Father, after the dream of opera changed, I learned more and remembered more. A new dream of awakening into love’s Presence came to me. On the shores of Burnaby Lake with beautiful ducks and geese, birds and fish, water and flowers, I remembered us more. That dream of awakening is still playing out in me. Father, I loved singing, but I give it back to you now as my gift to you. Here in this little boat that I have set adrift to the ocean, there is a computer stick, with all my songs, and all my reviews. They are my gift of thanks back to you for the song we share. Now I will finish the work I began at Burnaby Lake. I will fully remember you and see the face of Christ in all my brothers, even the dark ones who dream nightmares, and who will laugh at the silly old man who writes to God. But that is OK. I do not care. We can speak now all the time if you want Father. I have nothing on my mind but you…and my brothers because I keep seeing the face of Christ in them!

Your Loving Son,
Joseph

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Not Two!

Love is the Home we seek for. In everyone and everything there is this memory of Home that we seek for. We have almost forgotten it but not quite. We cannot forget it. It calls to us like a whisp of a melody almost forgotten and yet too dear and too close to us to forget it. It is the certitude that we seek. It is the perfect lover and companion that we search for. It is the almost forgotten country from which we all came. Consciousness obscures it and makes us think there is a great distance between us. If there are two–I, as a consciousness, and Home as a place, then there is distance and time. Then there is journey and the perception of need. All of this perception of two is false. There is only “Advaita,” not two. The Home that we all remember is unconscious love, perfectly unconditional because it is impersonal, and full of Truth and Knowledge, an impersonal universe of spirit which is our only True Self. Lots of people go around preaching that “consciousness is god.” Well if it is dear ones, it is a pitiful god because it would mean that forever there is duality, that nothing exists without an opposite. There is no Ground of all Being! Being would exist only to be threatened by the other! Were this the nature of Truth, this would indeed be madness. We must awaken to see that “Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God.” That Peace is the Home we seek and the love that fills it. Consciousness is the land of dreams, the land of separation. In this dream “I” proclaim I exist as an observer and the universe is outside of me to be observed. In consciousness I am separate from God and every other sentient being. “I” as a consciousness am dreaming and in the dream I search for Home and love. How do I awaken from consciousness? You see I do not want to promote more consciousness! That just puts me into deeper dream states which are all illusions!! God is not consciousness. Consciousness is the dream that “I” can separate from God and stand apart from Him and observe Him! Consciousness is the original madness!! There is no original sin apart from this original madness In God’s world, there is only unconscious, impersonal, Love which is also Truth and Knowledge. As long as you believe your little body self is real you will not be able to find this Home that you long for. The first phase of awakening comes when the fabricated little “I” can say, “I am not a body. I am free, for I am just as God created me; spirit, not physical, a part of Him, not separate, connected to all things that think they are separate and feel themselves in need. While I seem to be in this body I will serve them by forgiveness, love and kindness. I will awaken because the great time has come!!!!!” 

(many concepts and terms I used here come from ACIM)

bench into eternity
We are on the bottom rung now on the ladder that leads back to our Home. As we came down the ladder by first becoming lost in the dream of consciousness, we go back up that ladder by rising higher in awareness. As we do we may catch glimpses or have experiences of a foretaste of our True character. Truth may break in on us, a little at a time. These little periods of enlightenment cannot yet stay but as long as they last they give us a propulsion upwards.
In the early fall of 2012, as I was preparing to go to Brazil to see John of God, I was visited by a change in consciousness which can only be described as a foretaste of enlightenment. It felt like Heaven right here.  I wrote about it this way then:

“A stillness has come to me which is unlike anything I have experienced before. The Love of God has come into my mind to take up abode. I am not alone, nor lonely, nor do I ever feel bored. I am actively experiencing the Love of God in my mind. I need no TV. The thought of it is humorous. I need nothing. I eat my meals while looking happily out my window at the beautiful clouds and mountains. I walk to the grocery store, talk to the street beggars with a smile and love in my heart while I pull out the change in my pocket and give it to them. I come back home and look at the clouds and the mountains and am more than content. Songs play in my mind of peace and the love of God. I write on Facebook, email friends, and pet the cat. What more need there be? I am still inside and need no entertainment. I know that I am a part of God and share his holiness and glory. I am at the gates of heaven. This is a stillness which I have not had before. This is not the stillness from nature, as beautiful as that is. This is the Love of God which has taken up abode in my heart and I want for nothing more; not fame, nor riches, not wife, nor position. I have found peace and happiness within the Love of God. And I am not alone here in my mind. You are here too. We are all one Mind and we are almost home. We are the Glory of God.
Pray for the Glory of God to fall, as we awaken to Self, One with God. In the Glory cloud will all our lessons be reviewed. In the Glory cloud will we climb up the ladder. In the Glory cloud will we see Jesus. In the Glory cloud we will know our Home. Soon we will be done with the troubles of the world. Soon we will just be what we are. We are the Glory cloud of God.

“The Glory of God is all I need.
The Glory of God is my Home.
The Glory of God is my peace.
The Glory of God removes all illusions,
None can stand in The Glory of God.
The Glory of God is all I want.
The Glory of God is all I seek.
The Glory of God is the will of my spirit.
The Glory of God is the answer to my deepest question:
“Who am I?”
I am the Glory of God,
As rays from the sun,
I am His Glory.
I am The Glory of God.

“I eat my food and pass my water. I pet the cat and watch the clouds, gather in the twilight and welcome the night.

“I teach my students and just stay in this Love which I never, ever, want to leave. It is my Home. It is my Highest Self. I am where I belong, and I am far from alone. You are here with me, and you, and you, and you, and you. “We are all here, Father. The Mind which you created as One has come Home to you. And you know we never really left. We travelled only in dreams while safely in your embrace. Our Love, Our Light will shine forever with You. And the Love you have for your Son is returned back to you as pure as it was when you created Him. Our song, in praise to You, is all that will be heard.”

“I thought that, for me, the most difficult part of staying in right-mindedness, and continuing my experience of the Love of God in my daily life would be to control reactions. Reactions can send you right back to wrong mindedness. But I have found that the Love of God actually gently protects me from reactions. I mean, there is just so much space and timelessness! I stood in a long line at the IGA today, without any temptation to lose patience. I just listened to the people’s thoughts and feelings as I waited. That’s another thing about the real Love of God…It is not evangelistic! I had no urge to try to persuade people! The Love of God honors our sleeping brothers! It is like Tara Singh said, “Some of our brothers are deeply asleep. That’s alright. Let them sleep. They will awaken.” The Love of God knows no pressure.

“Today I awakened from sleep rather early for me. I thought, ‘Jesus why am I up so early.’ I soon found out there was work he wanted me to do. This is life in the Spirit. We listen to an inner Voice that always speaks for truth, and we happily do as the Voice tells us. We have learned over the years, that those who obey the inner Voice will know the Love of God! May you know it today!! Peace.

That was my sharing with you. For six weeks the Christ Mind was almost totally me. It was the culmination of my life. Eventually, though, I faded back into Joe Shore, more loving, of course, and with higher gifting, but Joe Shore nonetheless.”

At first, I agonized over losing this state, but then it came to me that it had been a precious gift which I could not fully hold yet. But one day I shall be able to go into that

state and remain there…with all of you, my brothers! ❤

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The Dumbing Down of America

If you are interested in this subject please read this article and view the video I mention.

https://www.psychologytoday.com/…/anti-intellectualism-and-…

THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT that this dumbing down is taking place. It is anti-intellectual which also means “anti-art.” I came into the world of opera when this was happening. Nobody seemed to know who was giving the orders or how high up they were. Agents claimed to have no control. They also said they didn’t know who was running things. Articles appeared in the New York Times talking about the death of real opera. THEY didn’t know who was giving the orders! General Directors and Artistic Administrators and stage directors all claimed to be in the dark as concerning who was controlling opera and changing it to a dumbed down version of itself. If anyone wants to look deeper into this you should view this video about the Cecil Rhodes secret society. https://youtu.be/FoMezGPkyzU It just may tell you what you want to know. The Rhodes secret society was first set up to support the British rule of the world and later changed to support globalization with the West in control. The society was organized into rings of power. In the U.S. the foremost ring was The Council on Foreign Relations which at first was a front for J.P. Morgan and later became dominated by the Rockefeller interests, strictly globalist. One of the needs of globalism is to destroy strong national interests so that unions, like the EU, can be formed. Dumbing down the American people was and is a strong interest for the globalists. There were times set for various phasing in of certain policies. The time set to dumb down the arts was in the early 1970’s. In my field of art, all of a sudden, directors, managers, et al, were no longer interested in great dramatic voices wielded by great personas, as had been the case since the beginning of opera in 1594. The New York Times even wrote enormous articles about this loss of greatness in opera. No one seemed to understand who was giving the orders for this change. The Rhodesians were giving the orders behind the scenes, and that means the Rockefellers. David Rockefeller was a long time Board member of the Metropolitan Opera and had been Chairman of the Board for a period.

I came into opera by winning the Metropolitan Opera Auditions of the Air. My voice was highly praised by the critics, comparing me to a young Lawrence Tibbett. But I soon found that there were blocks being set in my way. I had to fight hard for every role I got. The critics and audiences praised me, but the business of opera was not opening its door for me. Finally in 1981 I had a break through. I sang the lead role in a New York premiere of an opera with the small company called The Chamber Opera Theatre of New York. Critics from all over the country came and I had an almost unheard of level of success. I thought sure the “big boys” would let me into their closed club after that! They didn’t and they made sure The Chamber Opera Theatre of New York was put out of business! What was going on?

Shortly after that New York premiere success my agent called me and told me I was to go to a certain office building. He gave me the name of a man who requested a meeting with me. I have forgotten his name. Back then I was totally ignorant of what was going on. I walked into his large office. He greeted me like he had known me a long time. He spoke like someone with power, like he was at the top of something, though that was not revealed to me. He talked in a jovial way like, “We’ve been watching you now for quite a while. When you first came to New York you were pretty stiff and some people just wrote you off.” He laughed and asked if I wanted a drink. I declined. He made himself a whiskey on the rocks and continued. “Now that you’ve shown us all how good you are, this would probably be a good time for you to go to Germany. Sing your Tonios and Rigolettos. You are not going to be let in here.” I think my jaw dropped at that. It didn’t sink in what he had just said, and the power with which he said it. There was a little more polite conversation and I left. I didn’t even tell my agent what he had said. I had just been told by someone at the very top that they did not care how good I was. They were not going to let me into their closed shop. They no longer wanted big-voiced dramatic artists who could move audiences. They wanted “a certain type of mechanically facile young performer (a quick study and top reader, obediently flexible in rehearsal) whose singing is neat and unthreatening and who can be described with the oft-heard phrase,’attractive, moves well, excellent diction.’ But we cannot care about or believe in a note they sing or a word they say, for much the same reasons that in life we often do not believe or trust persons whose preoccupation is with being attractive, moving well, and possessing excellent diction.” (The New York Times, April 20, 1980)

The Rhodesians were in the process of dumbing down the arts, weakening a culture, for the on-going process of globalization. Around that time a very big agent told me, “We like your work and we respect your talent, but we don’t have the time and resources to beat down the doors for you. It’s a small, closed group. The same people get hired for everything.”

I was a Midwestern boy who believed if you worked hard you would be rewarded for it. To think that I was being excluded because I was TOO good just did not compute. By now this process in my art of opera is complete. The singers you hear today on the Met stage are mediocre at best. Everybody mourns the loss of great singers and nobody understands how it all happened!!!!! It was planned to happen as a way of weakening the American culture. During Bush’s reign they thought they were ready to make a union of Mexico, the USA and Canada and unite them with once currency, the Amero. Lou Dobbs, then on CNN, reported on it early. People rose up against it and it was squashed, but Lou became a non-person for reporting it. Watch the video and read the article below. Open your eyes and ears!

Projection makes Perception

Recently I taught two students who came from a foreign culture steeped in superstition and witchcraft. They literally believed in the magical thought that one person could actually make another person act a certain way or inhibit the fulfillment of a person. It was amazing to me! It was nothing for people in their culture to hire a witch to cast a spell to get a husband or to fight one’s “enemies” with witchcraft. We might accept this from people living in parts of Africa but it is quite another thing to find such people in my voice studio in Vancouver. ACIM is very plain about this magic business. It says

“I am Responsible for what I see.
I choose the feelings I experience,
And I decide upon on the goal I would achieve.
And everything that seems to happen to me
I ask for, and receive as I have asked.” (T 448) [417]

Nobody can MAKE you feel anything. Nobody can inhibit your progress. Nobody can use magic on you and make you do anything. YOU are in charge. The ego does not want to see this! The ego believes in magic and blame and victimization. In truth, The Course is telling us that whatever you experience about “me” is really about “you.” Projection makes perception. See me as loving and you gave yourself the gift of love from within you. See me as fixated instead of loving and you give yourself the illusion of attack and danger coming from within you. The ego cannot be responsible. It cannot choose the feelings it experiences. It cannot decide upon a goal. Everything happens TO an ego, never asked for. It is always a victim. Therefore the ego is dead to the Spiritual world. It does not know the Truth. The ego adores magic because it knows nothing else. It does not know Love for it views Love as its enemy. So the ego invents its own form of “ego spirituality.” It believes in preserving separation while seeming to fight its version of spiritual battles. It wants to be the great individual who will solve problems that it has projected. That is its game: First project problems and then appear to solve them. And spiritual egos spend their whole lives doing such things believing they are spiritual warriors! The ego cannot get the truth that there is nothing outside of ourselves! The world, the universe, is not real. It is our projection. The world has no problems of its own. The problems are within US! You cannot be a spiritual peacemaker (forget “warrior”) while you believe in magic! You cannot help the “world” on Dec. 21st 2012 if you are still looking outside of yourself! The problems are within US and they are illusions created by the blockages to the truth, the awareness of Love’s Presence. This Love is all there is in truth. Everything that seems to be an opposite is an illusion, a dream. This Love is completely One and Whole. There is nothing outside of it. No part of it can really split off and observe it, which is what the ego believes it has done. It is impossible. It is a silly dream based on the belief in sin, guilt and fear. THAT is consciousness. The phantom observer IS consciousness and it is unreal. No such thing could ever happen in truth. Popping the illusory bubble of consciousness itself is what we must do Dec.21st, 2012 and beyond. Leave the magic behind. Leave the spiritual egos behind. Leave the separated individuals behind. See through the illusion of consciouness and Oneness is all there is and has ever been. There is no observer in this state, no individuals, just the Whole of Love flowing forever, unconsciously!