Hello Mike,
you wrote:
: If you want to see well done but subtle hypnosis find some
: little kids watching modern cartoons and watch with them.
: You can actually see your attention being drawn to the
: screen and held.
: The larger picture is multifaceted and each facet, hypnosis
: for example, has its own facets. It would be a really great
: movie if it weren't real :-) .
I doubt that seeing young children watching cartoons is in my future, but I've never been able to understand the extreme TV obsession in the lives of so many. Then again, I seem to be one of those fortunate people who is hard to hypnotize. I think that the "spy vs. spy" syndrome has also locked a lot of people into never talking about anything real, other than the weather, sort of. They've really exploited the weather!
Bob posted the "antidote" for the horror you describe in his most recent excerpt from Anastasia/Ringing Cedars book. I've reposted a section below.
Sonar
(This actual scene of 'events' is taking place in a 'glade' within a remote region of the 'taiga' (forested region) of Siberia, NE of Moscow, in 1995.)
My son, my little Vladimir, (only 4-5 months old), finally fell asleep. After his feeding he played for a while with something in the grass. He felt a cedar cone which had fallen to the ground and tried to lap it.
He looked up at the clouds floating by in the sky. He listened to the birds sing, then climbed up a little hill, where the grass was thicker, curled up, closed his eyes, smiled at something, and fell asleep.
Anastasia ran off to take care of some sort of tasks of her own. I set out for a walk in the forest alone, immersing myself in thought to the exclusion of everything around me.
At the same time I couldn't get rid of the alternating feelings of joy and disappointment.
I sat down under a cedar tree at the edge of the lake and decided to just sit there without moving until I thought of some way that I as a parent could contribute to my child's upbringing.
(This is the father's first contact with his child.)
I had to think of something to make him feel his father was the most important thing in his life.
When Anastasia approached, I didn't feel like talking with her at first. It was her laughter, in fact, that had distracted my son from me.
Anastasia sat quietly by my side, her hands clutching her knees, thoughtfully contemplating the calm waters of the lake.
She was the first to speak.
"Please do not be offended at me. Your communication struck me as so fanny I could not restrain myself."
"That's not what I'm bothered about."
"What is it then?"
"Many readers' letters ask about how to bring up children, they want me to ask you everything about your system of raising children and to describe it in my next book.
But what is there here to describe? There is no system — quite the opposite.
What you have here is some kind of anti-system. For example, what should fathers do under such circumstances? — a reader might ask."
"You used a most appropriate word — 'anti-system' — you can describe that."
"But who would be interested in that?
People are looking for practical guides where it tells them what they should do with their baby when he's say, one month old, and then when he's two months old, and so on.
An hourly schedule. Books that offer a dietary programme.
A complete timetable for bringing up the child according to his age. But here you have only a complete indulgence of the child's whims. An all-permissive attitude."
"Tell me, Vladimir, what do you want our son to be like when he grows up?"
"What do you mean, what do I want him to be like? Of course I want him to be a happy, normal and successful individual."
'And are there many happy people amongst your acquaintances?"
"Happy? Well, if you're talking about completely happy people, I'd have to say: probably not very many Everybody's got something not quite right with their lives.
Either there's not enough money, or they're plagued by illness or family squabbles.
But I want my son to avoid any kind of unpleasant experiences."
"Then think about it: how can he avoid them if you deliberately squeeze him into the system everyone is brought up in?
And think: might there not be a certain pattern in the fact that all parents want to see their children happy, and yet they grow up and turn out just like everyone else — not very happy?"
'A pattern?" I queried. "What kind of pattern? If you know, tell me yourself."
"Let us ponder this question together."
"This is something people have been thinking about for ages, Anastasia. All kinds of scholars and specialists are pondering it.
For this they have invented all sorts of systems of child-rearing, worked out schedules, trying to find the most efficient system."
"Take a more careful look around you, Vladimir. See the trees, grasses and flowers growing. How could one possibly draw up an advance schedule of the days and hours when they should be watered?
You would not go watering flowers when they were being washed with water from heaven simply because someone worked out a detailed schedule for watering them."
"Now you're going too far. That's just nonsense — that's not an example for raising children. It's not something that can happen in life."
"But you know, Vladimir, this is exactly what does happen in life. No matter what the system. It is still only a system.
----- It is always calculated to wean the heart and soul away from Man when he is still small and to subject him to the system.
So that he grows up like everyone else, in a way that will fit the system. And so it goes on for ages on end, so as to prevent the human soul from experiencing clarity of vision.
To prevent Man from discovering himself in his beauty as a whole, with a God-given soul.
Yes, Man! The ruler of all the Universe."
"Hold on a moment, don't get carried away beyond my reach, speak calmly using everyday speech. What do parents need to do to make it so? So that children will grow up, as you say, with a soul that is free?
To be rulers of the Universe, and happy? As God Himself has wished?"
"They must not interfere, they need to see their children clearly in their own thinking the way God Himself has wished.
It is the aspiration of all the forces of Light in the Universe that each newborn child be endowed with the very best of creation.
It is the parents' duty not to hide the creative Light under the erudition of invented dogmas.
For ages upon the Earth debates have arisen as to which system might be the wisest. But think about it yourself, Vladimir.
---- Debates arise where Truth is hidden from sight -----
Fruitless debates can go on forevermore as to what might be found behind the closed door.
But one has only to open the door and it will be clear to all, and there will be nothing to debate, since everyone will be able to see the Truth for himself."
'But in the final analysis, who will open this door?"
'It is already open. All that remains is for the eyes of the soul to be opened to see and gain awareness."
"Gain awareness of what?"
"You were asking me about systems. You were mentioning the schedules and everyday regimes and how someone sets them forth for people in books.
But think about it: who can tell more clearly about creation than the Creator Himself?"
"But the Creator doesn't tell anything. Up to now He has said hardly a word. Nobody hears His words."
"Words thought up by Man have many meanings. The Creator patiently and lovingly speaks with each one of us through splendid, imperishable acts.
The rising of the Sun and the silvery sheen of the Moon, the soft mist and tender dew, playing with the Sun's ray and drinking in the heavenly blue.
The Universe is filled with so many clear examples like that.
Just look around you. They touch you and everyone else too."
Again, if everything Anastasia said about child-rearing were to be laid out, the result would probably be the complete opposite of how we handle this matter today
I have already said that Anastasia, along with all her fore-bears through the ages, treats a newborn as a deity or an immaculate angel. They consider it totally unacceptable to interfere with the child's thought process.
Anastasia's grandfather and great-grandfather were able to observe for long periods at a time how their little grand-daughter would be fascinated by a bug or a flower, or the contemplation of something.
They tried their best not to distract her with their presence.
They would converse with her only when she herself paid attention to them and showed a desire to communicate.
Anastasia maintained that at the very moment I was observing little Vladimir contemplating something in the grass, he was becoming aware not only of the bugs but of all creation.
According to her, a bug is a more perfect mechanism than any manufactured product, let alone a primitive construction set.
A child provided with the opportunity to communicate with these perfect beings will himself become more perfect than through communication with primitive lifeless objects.
Besides, as she maintains, every blade of grass, every bug, is interrelated with the whole of creation and subsequently aids the child in becoming aware of the essence of the Universe and of himself as part of it, to become aware of his innate purpose.
Artificially created objects have no such connection and do not arrange priorities and values in the child's brain in the right way.
To my observation that the conditions in which she — and now our son — were being brought up were totally different from those in which children of our civilised world are to be raised, she responded as follows:
"Even in the mother's womb, and especially when a helpless infant, as it seems, is given birth in the world, the forces of Light in the Universe rejoice.
They rejoice in the trembling hope that the newly arrived immaculate Godlike Man will become their kind ruler and intensify the Light of Love from the Earth.
"Everything has already been provided for him by the Creator. Through a bug, a tree, a blade of grass, a seemingly ferocious beast, the Universe is prepared to be a good nurse for him.
Even in a Man outwardly small we see the great work of the Creator of all.
