Thank for your kind comments. And for sharing a bit of yourself here. You are welcome whenever you have time or inclination. I have been inspired by your wisdom in many ways over the past 9 years and am pleased to both promote your work and share in your insights in this medium. I am going to do a bit of editing of my own in response to your comment. I thought for a bit about turning into a post of its own but decided a personal comment requires a personal response. So here I am. :^)

“It seems fair to acknowledge at the outset that I am not religious. Though am respectful and much gladdened when someone believes in anything. So many, too many do not these days. I do not recall having met in past years of research as many lost and untethered souls as have these past four years. Of late, I find myself wanting to cry. Not because of the experience itself, for meeting individuals at-odds with themselves and about their future is not novel, more because of the frequency. A sadness.”

If I have given you the idea that I am religious, giggle, I surely have been unclear in my writing. I am not. In any way. I was raised within the Lutheran religion, but that early education was necessary for me to know what I am not. And from an early age, long before I finished “Confirmation” in the 9th grade, I knew I was not what those there were, that I did not believe what they believed. That was why the first light globe experience so startled me. Not only its appearance, but the words that came out of my mouth which called it forth. Because I did not “like” the church. I did not feel whole within it. I could feel the sense of spirit in the building but not the love that should permeate such a place. But, like you, in recent years and quite often in recent months, I’ve found myself wanting to cry as well. Because I feel this world, its people, have lost their way. Lost their connection to the eternal love that bore us. The glimpses I’ve had into that love, that feeling, through the light experiences, have me convinced beyond certainty that there is so much more to us than we know. I understand the need to come here “veiled” that we might create our experience, untethered as you say, but I feel us moving further from the light rather than closer to it. I would reverse this course had I the opportunity to do. And I may yet have that opportunity, if my voice within is right. I think those who most loudly proclaim their “faith” and purpose within that faith are those who are the furthest from the truth of us. Leaders of the various religions of the world “know not what they do.” They never have.

“For I have spent my life’s coin on the aligning and rallying of individuals around a sense of purpose, in the easing of way and sharpening of ability for recognizing and developing potential; in the asking of questions revealing who you are, why you are here, what motivates and rewards meaningfully. Yet, without a curiosity on the part of another for knowing such fundamental things about themselves and a willingness to do something with and about it external words, wants and wishes cannot be heard, far less make a smattering of difference. Not really. Not for them, not for us and our world, ultimately. A moribund sadness.”

And this is, ultimately, why Jenna crossed our paths with each other because we have something to learn from each other. I have learned much about myself through your profile series. Each reading brings out new understandings. I do not confine myself to my own profiles. I am very interested in other people and theirs as well. Knowing self, for me, is not enough, I am here about others, and it is they to whom I am connected in a way that I do not fully understand, though jenna within has certainly told me, it is experiencing it, feeling it to my core, then being it, that matters most to me. It is why my profile is so “odd”. Healer, Philosopher, Extremist, do not seem much of a match, but for me they are in the precise order that they must be, to let me be, me. It could not be any other way. Nor could I.

“It is not kind, this gift of mine that sees another’s strengths first, and more clearly than face and dearly remembered than name. Like ANSIR®, I see you as strengths, ahead of person.”

Yes, I can see that you might find this gift unkind in that way, but I choose to see it as a teaching that you are performing, enabling others to understand themselves so deeply that they might then be able to not only share themselves but develop an interest in understanding others as deeply. It is our connection to each other that we have been slowly losing in the technology age, our nearness via phone, computer and transportation producing a growing personal isolation not contributing to the interconnectedness that we all have at our core. Isaac Asimov wrote a wonderful book, The Naked Sun, in which he described a “society” on a planet called Solaria, whose inhabitants lived on giant estates, alone, their only contact with each was by audio/visual technology, they could not bring themselves to be in the presence of another living being. They “evolved” into such a society – it is one of his robot series of novels which are not only entertaining, but prescient in many ways. I find him, though very different from Robert Heinlein (the only two sci fi writers whose work I’ve read in its entirety – mostly I don’t like the genre, go figure, giggle), incredibly ahead of his time. Indeed, I see a time where much of what he envisioned comes to pass, when humanity moves beyond the confines of earth. This particular book, that society, reminds me of our present day earth, which though teeming with human life, is becoming increasingly isolated. That seems a contradiction, I know, and I’ll deal with that at another time in a post of its own. For my part, I strive to see first a soul, then the person. That is my own “gift”, in that I can read people quickly and quite accurately, from within them rather than without, I “sense” their essence in a way that has proved itself useful, and important, over time, many times, both professionally and personally. It is an interesting and not entirely welcome gift, but one I would not be without.

“One reason I chose this vehicle and topic for introducing myself and responding is your mention of Sarah McLachlan. A fellow Canadian and someone whom, unwittingly, played a role in the writing of the ANSIR® Philosopher Style InDepths™. I could not, and could not understand why I could not, breakout Philosopher research into three realms of functioning in-keeping with the book format. Manipulation is futile with this strength, which I well-knew and respected.”

I’m glad we share this interest. She is a writer with answers to questions she doesn’t know she is asking. Giggle. For me. I see things in her work that I am not sure she sees herself, other application to her words, I mean. And, of course, she is enormously talented. I just love that she writes and arranges all of her own music. Jenna has had me listening to Surfacing and Fumbling Toward Ecstasy for months, just in the last few weeks has she had me move into Afterglow. There is a lot there to think about.

“There I purchased Sarah’s new CD, Rarities, B-Sides, in one-of-a-kind packaging. I trucked it home, unwrapped, loaded and locked it for playing. Two chords had not struck before Philosopher stepped out, came undone, and spun itself into the shape it had to be. Not three realms, but three-in-one.”

Three in one is the sign of divinity, Sandra. Always the three in one. Mind/body/spirit. I can see I am going to have to find and listen to this one. :^)

“Of the 14 Styles of innate human strength Philosopher were the least demanding and energy-sapping. If asked what I do, I am a researcher, for I lack the audacity and dare to claim myself a writer. How could I be, when the doing were so hard and painful? If a muse, mine is fickle and feckless, and surly whilst translating the pictures I see into words. I knew the Philosopher InDepths™ were done when, I swear, I felt its Thank-you at our departure, its having written them itself.”

I completely believe you about this. I have felt that “thank you” at departure, in many way, many realms and with many souls. I can’t completely explain that in this place, but its truth is certain within me.

“Why are we here?”

Very good question. One that has an answer proposed in the CWG series, books 1 and 2, again, the others while pleasant, are not for me, naught but the first two. The answer given there is that we come here to create ourselves, to find who we are by understanding who we are not. Though that seems simplistic, it is not. And it makes perfect sense to me as well. If we come from a place where nothing but love is, and though it be wonderful, how could one possibly know it? Without knowing something different. God expresses this in book 1, page 22, by saying: “In the absence of that “which is not”, that which IS, is not. That is quite an interesting sequence in the book because it explains the creation of relativity, relationship, in a way that goes beyond anything physical scientists or spiritual leaders have ever been able to imagine let alone explain. I’ve an article saved somewhere about which I am going to write one of these days soon that explains this in clear terms. But why we are here has a simpler answer. To create ourselves experientially and so to understand ourselves conceptually as well.

“I believe that we are here and accountable for one thing: the perpetuation of our species, for which every person is born with unique strengths. In my view, “truth is enslaved” to the extent that one remains ignorant of who they are and why they are here. To know what are your top strengths and career attributes is to understand what you can and could do that contributes to the greater good and quicker attains the meaningful, rewarding life sought for the duration. No varnish can hide the grain of the wood. Innate strengths are gifts. As such, they are not your choice but are your responsibility.”

I can’t disagree with this in anyway, it resonates as truth within me. I believe the truth is already within us and our task here but to let it reveal itself, then experience that truth as we will. As for the perpetuation of our species, not surprisingly, given the extremist portion of my profile, I am less interested. I am interested in the realization and expression of eternal truth. If that requires a species other than homo sapiens to accomplish, then so be it. We have yet to demonstrate much beyond our self-interest here. Oh, individually, great teachers have always walked among us and still do. But power remains concentrated in the hands of those who are fully capable of rendering this planet uninhabitable. And who yet may do exactly that. The environmentalist talk of “destroying” the planet is just silly. We aren’t capable of that. We can make it uninhabitable for life as we know it. But the planet will go on. It may spit us out like a piece of fruit gone bad but over time it will heal whatever we’ve done to it, and life will rise again, perhaps to repeat the cycle we are experiencing, perhaps to realize the ultimate truth behind the universe. Time will tell. I have an interest in this. It is why I’m here. But I am but one person who so far can do nothing but observe and comment. This I am doing. Ad nauseam. :^). Personal participation awaits further developments, which may or may not appear. If they do, we’ll have a different discussion and you will understand more fully all three aspects of my profile and why they are as they are, giggle. We’ll see. I listen within, but I live without as well. It is an interesting dichotomy this human experience, at once spiritual and physical, each sometimes at war with the other, and sometimes walking hand in hand with love beyond knowing. The truth isn’t really enslaved, it is only lying hidden within us, and it is up TO us, as you point out, through self-understanding to find the “key” that unlocks that little door within, through which, when opened, will flow much more than Pandora ever dreamed of. :^)

“If truth were enslaved it would be to personal creed, a. k. a., one’s integrity, methinks. Truth cannot be betrayed, though trust can and is, invariably. I trust no one and permit none to trust me. The obligation and expectations inherent with trust extol a price I am not willing to pay nor to levy. Experience, alone, changes us. For trust, change equates with betrayal. If experience changes me into someone you no longer know, cannot abide and/or like, that ought not deter me from exercising our inalienable rights to live as aspired and adapt as able and capable. Trust impregnates betrayal. So, out of respect for yourself, for sakes of others and world wear a condom”

Giggle. I won’t dispute anything you’ve said here. Though, I will say, I find a certain sadness in your lack of faith in trust. Yes, trust is sometimes betrayed, and when it is, it hurts, but when it is not, when it becomes the cornerstone of relationship, when one would die rather than betray, well then, I think that particular relationship has reached the pinnacle of human ability. It does not often happen. I’m not sure I can say with certainty that it ever actually has. But I do know that some individuals, in relation to each other, have come very close. There are those who have given their lives rather than betray another, who would give their own life, to save another. I think this is our spiritual essence at its highest expression, or at least at the highest level our species is presently capable of demonstrating. We have a very long way to go, and the path ahead is fraught with experience and choice. I am interested in influencing those choices as much as I am in observing them. I speak from my perspective here as well as my perspective from where I come from, where we all come from. And, Sandra, as you know, I have entrusted you, here. Without reservation, without circumspection, without editing, giggle. So, maybe, not invariably is truth, even that which is yours alone, betrayed? Are you really that worried about what I may do? That you demand I wear a condom? My love, I was born with one in place.

I think I will leave this as is. There is more to say about this, much more, but I am going to leave some of that for other posts of their own. For this moment, it is enough to say that I am deeply pleased you are here. And immensely pleasured and enlightened to have met you. :^) gene

You are a wonderful and gifted communicator. I am looking forward to stopping by and stepping in as I may.

Thank-you for your kind acknowledgements and support of Ansir.com works, and for extending us an invitation to participate in your Blog space. Much appreciated.

It seems fair to acknowledge at the outset that I am not religious, though am respectful and much gladdened when someone believes in anything. So many, too many do not these days. I do not recall having met in past years of research as many lost and untethered souls as have these past four years. The clash between another’s sensed futility and my sensing of their utility is the hardest of interpersonal experiences to bear. Of late, I find myself wanting to cry. Not because of the experience itself, for meeting individuals at-odds with themselves and about their future is not novel, more because of the frequency. A sadness.

For I have spent my life’s coin on the aligning and rallying of individuals around a sense of purpose, in the easing of way and sharpening of ability for recognizing and developing potential; in the asking of questions revealing who you are, why you are here, what motivates and rewards meaningfully. Yet, without a curiosity on the part of another for knowing such fundamental things about themselves and a willingness to do something with and about it external words, wants and wishes cannot be heard, far less make a smattering of difference. Not really. Not for them, not for us and our world, ultimately. A moribund sadness.

It is not kind, this gift of mine that sees another’s strengths first, and more clearly than face and dearly remembered than name. Like ANSIR®, I see you as strengths, ahead of person.

Who else’s very cells shout, trust self first, last and only! at meet with your self-doubt; or vibrate agitatedly, if you don’t have your own reason for living, one will be provided, at meet with your ennui; or shudders alarmed, none achieves as aspired nor loves as desired without significant support from compatible others!, on entering your house divided; or sighs, it is easier to love someone that to like them, when you bitch, bicker, are hurt by others; or leapingly defends, you can train someone to perform capably though cannot untrain them from doing what comes naturally, at greet of your employer complaints. Who else’s cells hear and care, I wonder. Them, do I wish to find. Perhaps here?

Acceptance and change is the future. Neither, of which, comes in pill form but that still must be taken internally to be effective.

One reason I chose this vehicle and topic for introducing myself and responding is your mention of Sarah McLachlan. A fellow Canadian and someone whom, unwittingly, played a role in the writing of the ANSIR® Philosopher Style InDepths™. I could not, and could not understand why I could not, breakout Philosopher research into three realms of functioning in-keeping with the book format. Manipulation is futile with this strength, which I well-knew and respected.

My plans were to set Philosopher aside and carry on with another Style or aspect of the book, before returning and retrying. Each time that I did the results were unchanged: nada. Eventually, the only Styles left were Evokateur and Philosopher which, by now, had been tried and set aside eight times. I felt strongly that Evokateur would be the hardest of assimilations to escape. I’d assimilated and been consumed 12 intense times by then and felt like Swiss cheese looks. From physically; to emotionally; to instinctively; to practically; to intuitively; to logically; to spiritually I’d exhausted every person then in my life who was incapable of understanding the process and, if not with flourish, with distinct Style. Though highly effective, it’s not an approach I’d recommend for address-book updating.

So there I sat, Evokateur research stacked to the left, Philosopher to the right and Dread in the middle, staring at a 19″ white page sans so much as a squiggle. One day passed. Two. Two and a-half. Three came and went, followed by four and on which I upped from my chair and went to the store. There I purchased Sarah’s new CD, Rarities, B-Sides, in one-of-a-kind packaging. I trucked it home, unwrapped, loaded and locked it for playing. Two chords had not struck before Philosopher stepped out, came undone, and spun itself into the shape it had to be. Not three realms, but three-in-one.

Of the 14 Styles of innate human strength Philosopher were the least demanding and energy-sapping. If asked what I do, I am a researcher, for I lack the audacity and dare to claim myself a writer. How could I be, when the doing were so hard and painful? If a muse, mine is fickle and feckless, and surly whilst translating the pictures I see into words. I knew the Philosopher InDepths™ were done when, I swear, I felt its Thank-you at our departure, its having written them itself.

Since, ANSIR® has engaged a number of persons who undertook the task of breaking out the Philosopher InDepths®. None succeeded in the end, anymore than I had in the beginning.

Why are we here?

I believe that we are here and accountable for one thing: the perpetuation of our species, for which every person is born with unique strengths. In my view, “truth is enslaved” to the extent that one remains ignorant of who they are and why they are here. To know what are your top strengths and career attributes is to understand what you can and could do that contributes to the greater good and quicker attains the meaningful, rewarding life sought for the duration. No varnish can hide the grain of the wood. Innate strengths are gifts. As such, they are not your choice but are your responsibility.

We are not here to talk ad nauseam, as are wont, about the better tomorrow, but to spend ourselves fully on effecting it here and now for ourselves, thus securing it for our future generations.

If truth were enslaved it would be to personal creed, a. k. a., one’s integrity, methinks. Truth cannot be betrayed, though trust can and is, invariably. I trust no one and permit none to trust me. The obligation and expectations inherent with trust extol a price I am not willing to pay nor to levy. Experience, alone, changes us. For trust, change equates with betrayal. If experience changes me into someone you no longer know, cannot abide and/or like, that ought not deter me from exercising our inalienable rights to live as aspired and adapt as able and capable.

Trust impregnates betrayal. So, out of respect for yourself, for sakes of others and world wear a condom.

Thank-you.
Seich.