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The David Icke Newsletter, June 6th 2010
LOVE IS ...



Hello all ...

For the first time I can remember - years and years and years - I have had a chill-out week and what a profound effect it has had upon me.

I have done little except write this and sit quietly looking into the eyes of the Infinite reality that is all around us, but which passes us by as we pursue the hectic world of gotta, gotta, gotta, must, must, must, need to, need to, need to.

My god, is that the time?? Must dash.

After all, we must 'succeed', right?

Deep breath ... and again ... aaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Phew! Peace, quiet, perspective.

The rush, the noise, the survival responses of the human mind, are barriers - calculated barriers - to the 'I' that we are. It lies beyond the trophies and trinkets of illusory 'success' and within the neglected hearts of everyone.





It costs nothing, indeed you cannot buy it. It asks nothing, indeed, you cannot hear it. The ultimate truth is there only to be felt, to be known.

Books and words can help you to see what isn't and what you are not. Only the heart can tell you, allow you to tell yourself, what is and what you are ... click here ...

How can books made of words tell you what is beyond all language? Only the language of Consciousness, the language of knowing and the known, can do that.

Books give you words and the words give you vibration, but only the heart can fly us beyond vibration to the Infinite silence and stillness where all possibility slumbers until imagination comes to call.

'Search, and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened for you.'

I beg to differ.

Know and there is nothing to find. Know and there are no doors to open.

The heart knows, the head thinks, and the world that we daily experience is ruled by the head, the left-brain 'mind', and thus we live amid ignorance, conflict, injustice and fear. Ignorance is the source of all.

How different it all would be if heart were our point of observation.

This is nothing new. This awareness has always been with us. It is only that, since the energetic Schism or distortion that I speak of, instigated by the predator race, so few humans have heard what is there to hear - or rather to feel, to know.

In the last couple of weeks, thanks to great friend of mine, I have discovered the work of a man known in Persian as Mowlānā and in the English-speaking world as 'Rumi'. He was a genius ahead of even this 'time' and yet he lived in the 13th century in what is now Afghanistan and Turkey.





How can someone 'know' in the 13th century what still all but a few choose not to know today? He opened his heart, and thus his mind, to the knowing that is always there, no matter what the 'time' or 'space', or the illusory point in 'history'.

Knowing is not a time, nor a place, it is an IS. It vibrates its magnificence, its Infinite Awareness beyond the confines of Mind - the realm of 'reason' - and so eludes the sleeping masses as they vibrate to a density that cannot open its door.

Rumi knew this. He wrote:

O incomparable Giver of life, cut reason loose at last!
Let it wander grey-eyed from vanity to vanity.
Shatter open my skull, pour in it the wine of madness!
Let me be mad, as You; mad with You, with us.
Beyond the sanity of fools is a burning desert
Where your sun is whirling in every atom:
Beloved, drag me there, let me roast in Perfection!

I have been saying for 20 years - not least from my own experience - that to be called crazy in a world of madness is merely confirmation of your sanity. As Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche said: 'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.'




It is the Mind of the Jew that kills Arab; the Mind of the Arab that kills Jew. It is the Mind of madness that kills anyone. It is the Mind of insanity that judges through colour, creed, religion or country. By definition, therefore, this world is mad, a collective insanity.
The antidote to the madness of Mind is the knowing of heart. It is what we call 'love', though no word exists, not even a vibration, which can capture the meaning of love in its Infinite, stillness and silence.

Mind thinks it knows love, but it is blind to its true immensity, numb to its music, its poetry, its All Knowing. Rumi wrote:


Those who don't feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don't drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don't want to change,

Let them sleep.

This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
If you want to improve your mind that way,

Sleep on.

I've given up on my brain.
I've torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away.

If you're not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you,

And sleep.





We talk about the 'conscious' Mind when Mind without true Consciousness is unconscious. Most of this 'world' is unconscious as it - unconsciously - follows the programs of Mind believing them to be self-awareness and personal 'choice'. Yet it is only reaction to program, like a computer reading a disk.

Mind is the vehicle for Consciousness - but the 'car' has become also the driver.

The Mind sees only division, apartness, the need to compete and triumph in battle with the other 'parts'. Thus war is Mind, competition is Mind, injustice is Mind, even 'fighting for justice' is Mind.

Everywhere I scan my eyes from airport lounge to TV news I see Mind. The same Mind that destroyed the Great Library of Alexandria more than 15 hundred years ago and killed its inspiration, Hypatia, now invades Afghanistan and pepper-bombs Baghdad.

Human history is a record of Mind expressing its inglorious ignorance in the dead, the maimed and the oppressed. It is politics; it is religion; it is the illusion of race and creed and income bracket.




It is the frozen droplet floating like an iceberg of disconnected insanity bobbing on the Infinite ocean of Consciousness. Unfreeze the illusory solidity and we merge into what we are - the All That Is And Ever Can Be.

It calls to us through the heart, the intuition, and in the emptiness of the world of Mind. Rumi again ... click here ...

And the great British poet, Percy Bysshe Shelley, put it like this:

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle -
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea -
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?

The ironies of Mind are endless, for ignorance is the very womb of irony. That which suppresses is the same One that is suppressed, and so this world can truly be described as a Mind-game.

The predator race and its target population are One, divided only by the mutual ignorance that they are not. We are of a different vibration, but ultimately of the same universal heart.

It is just that some can hear its beat and some, temporarily, cannot.

What a joy it has been this week to step outside the armour, cast away the shield and smell the roses with a passion that knows that the fragrance is as much me as the smelling senses that decode it in my brain.




What a joy to cry with someone without fear, without embarrassment, without holding back, without concern for not 'keeping it together' or 'being a man'. I cried many times this week and I don't care who knows, as my heart opened to the sheer bliss of being alive, the bliss of 'being' in this world of incessant 'doing'.

The tears I cried were of joy, not sadness, as I watched a simple movie that depicted two hearts connecting with the music of forever across the chasm of Mind, and another in which a lady talked of the love that continued to span the dimensions after her husband had departed to vibrations anew.

I have always found that my tears of joy flow easier than those of sadness. There is so little joy in the world compared with sadness, fear and anxiety because humanity is entrapped in Mind at the expense of heart.

Heart is seen as silly, girls' stuff, a sign of weakness in the land of macho man, when, in fact, it is the power of the Universe and beyond Universe. It is the power of the One, the Infinite All Possibility from which all illusory 'form' is manifest.

Love is the very fabric of the Universe, the very fabric of existence and non-existence, for both are expressions of the All-Possible One.




And weak? Love is the power of the Universe. It does not do weakness, except sometimes at the knees. It Loves and thus will not walk past when the unloved lie begging in the streets.

Not just begging for money, for that is the least of humanity's poverty. Begging to be loved, to be acknowledged, to be truly alive, that is the greatest poverty that engulfs and enslaves both the financially poor and, perhaps even more so, those worship money as their god, their very reason for being.

Love will not look the other way when injustice is placed before its perception. It will not run and hide when danger and consequence are the destiny of action. It does what it knows to be right - it knows no other way.

I have lived my life encased in vibrational armour to protect my heart from the world of Mind. Almost everyone saw the armour and thought that it was me. It was not, is not.

I thought I needed its solidity to repel the tide of evil, and perhaps I did while Mind was the master. But no more.

I need it not. And now it is gone.

What then is left, except to love forever?