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Introduction to Couture

Dear all,

Here are some thoughts that I offer, hoping that they will behave like seeds being planted in our corruptible existance, causing the release of our spirit, so that we may grow from corruptibility by the gift of sanctification, which are supplied and activated by the Eternal's life and nature offered by the Lord Jesus-Christ. With every thought that I produce and write, I hope to contribute to clear the path on which everyone's experience may proceed to grow and to move in the most simple, possible way, from the spiritual division of our human DNA to the organic experience of spiritual unity, so as to generate socio-cultural-love motion of universal healing from husband to wife, from father to mother, from parents to children and from family to families, until the personal spirit of power, love, and wisdom's release guides us in the simple rule of each and all's life being deployed in the justice, peace and joy of the Great Spirit!!!... ...let us enter the sanctuary of God, where the singers see Thy processions oh Lord, followed by the musicians and surrounded by the dancing maidens with tambourines...Psalms

THE TONGUE of VISION

I once heard an Aboriginal Chief from Canada describing how their language is different in the sense that when they speak, they describe images in order to convey meaning. It got me to start practicing when I talk, in either French or English. I figured if a picture is worth a thousand words and that I learn to use 20, 50 or 100 words to describe a picture that's worth a thousand words, then it means that with every 100 hundred words or so, I end up speaking a thousand white man's words... Isn't that economy at its best?

That post got me thinking and I wrote:

THE SOUND of VISION

Vision comes to those who exercise themselves to see what they hear, as they listen, who learn to see what is said and who enter in the experience of simple perceptual connection with the wide open personal completion to the moment's happening. As one develops the maturity of full participation with the moment, so does the perceptual envisioning dexterity. From the normalization of envisioning into one's perceptual connection getting firmly established in the daily living, then comes the invisioning. The invisioning is the imagination' s inner screen lighting up in context of where the envisioning grows. To envision is to become aware from soaking in the atmosphere. To invision is the focus coming in contact with the natural deployment grown from the whole envisioning atmosphere I soke in daily. The essence of vision is from the personal relatedness development in its whole simplicity of perceptual connection of the moment. The sign of a vision is confirmed when it gets communicated in the context that it addresses and that the focusing message lights up a healthy stimulation of the imagination screen and creativity from each listener's own personal perceptual relatedness. It is also recognized from the pure joy of effortlessly knowing beyond any possible argument...offered with love in faith and hope...

...may all blessings be with us all... Benoit Couture

On new year day 2008 I wrote an original thought and combined it with an ongoing discipline of mine. It seems to be expressing itself very much in synchronicity of "The Sound and Tongue of Vision:

in Edmonton, we have Dr. Tsong, who is herbologist in the Traditional Chinese Medicine(TCM), and from whom and with whom I am learning much, for the last ffew years.

He has been taught by his grand-father in his home land of Malasya, in the oral tradition, which comes with hands-on approach. Since moving to Edmonton, he has worked out an instrument to read the qi level of the 12 main organs, which guides his herbal recommendations.

It seems that when applied with the oral tradition, TMC's approach becomes a great help in the experience of applying our mind through the matter. I must emphasize here on the difference between what I mean to say by "mind THROUGH matter" as opposed to the common expression of "mind OVER matter". Mind THROUGH matter is from prayer activated by the gift of God, whereas mind OVER matter is a personal attainment of the mortal soul. The "self" is its source, which is independant of Creator and cannot generate anything eternal.

Where I found the herbs to be helping, is in "feeding" my metabolisim so that the energy can flow freely from organ to organ. As a result, the signals of the brain becomes increasingly more aware of self and of surroundings.

Effortlessly, as the awareness grows, the power of focus gets activated in the sweet blossom of good health and happiness. That effortless focus is like the energy of an involuntary organ that pulsates, regardless of our being aware of it or not.

When awaereness and focus come as one, it is because the physical brain gets settled by the increased power supply of prayer. Prayer is both, an involuntary action as well as a full participation and contribution. Many compare mature prayer life to breathing. Prayer is the activated supply of energy for the mind to reach through matter.

So the mind through matter is from the prayer life being activated by the Spirit to my spirit to my body, and from eternal life in my heart, conquering the mortality of my soul life.

Into this personal experience is found the point of assembling in which the communion can flow amongst as few as 2 or 3, within the fulness of Christ's capabilities of healing, amongst all the others capabilities.

So in reference to my son, it is clear that so far, my own mortal soul's conquest and my focus of prayer have both been far too weak to inspire his interest in good health and happiness. That is the point at which I must learn to settle in the Spirit's focus toward my son, so that God's love can reach him, from far beyond the emotional jerkedness that I keep on dishing out to him, from a triangle of rage, despair and fright coming from how badly I handle the sight of his behavior...

"...Please Lord, have the mercy to show me how to stop abusing your mercy and please do raise my focus into Your's and rescue us all from ourself, as You do with all whom know You; also I ask with supplication that do take Your seat in each individual temple that our bodies are to You, and guide us to the habitation of Your authority in our midst...in Your name I pray...amen to Your Yes in us all..."

Earlier, I wrote an allusion to the fact that in my experience with with Dr. Tsong, "from whom I was learning and with whom". Here's what I mean with the "with whom":

I added "with whom" because of my contact with Dr. Tsong, on the personal level. As I grow with him on a personal basis, I am discovering that one of the product of TCM, is that we are each, very individual, personal and therefore, different. As a patient, it is important that I too, become aware and concerned to care for the practitioner's own health. The sooner we enter into the dimension of mutual care between the practitioner's own journey and the patient's, the sonner that the contact allows the patient to become aware enough of the human's universal principals and applications of health, so as to grow from being a patient to a client. The sooner it is possible to go from patient to client, then the sooner it is to get from client to partner. Partner is the state of being in which the clarity of transparency rules with such accute and sharp primacy, that the awareness and focus of our vital need and responsibility to care for one another becomes the one prime directive of THE common denomination, underlying any possible trust of meeting and of bonding theory, practice and prediction in the revelation that causes Faith to live on.

Here's now a section of my personal page that gives info about Dr. Tsong, along with other Internet point of references for TCM. I open up with a description of the affect that TMC's approach has on my life.

Herbology of Traditional Chinese MedicineTCM

http://www.naturalherbalproducts.com/ of Dr. Joseph Tsong

The knowledge offered by Natural Herbal Products(NHP) provides the means for personal action and personal health to complete one another in the knowledge acquisition gained, as one become experienced in the use of this herbal system.

It has a personal connectivity straight into the universal residence of intelligence, good health and happiness of humans, because of its benefits, where we can all meet in

When it comes to economic intangibles, the initial part of the road to the immediate future is to go from competing to completing where we assemble the joy of living from justice and peace instead of the exploitation of corruption and violence, where the military finds its "raison d'être"!

To me, the joy of living versus the animal dictatorship power structures of existence, is where the realm of intangibles begins. It is all a matter of contextual relatedness and relationship. In that sense, it touches what I think is the proper geopolitical approach needed in globalization.

In that regard, NHP offers a key element in what I promote wherever I can, with the name of "The Canadian Heart Forces" to look after the diplomacy and development aspect of missions such as in Afghanistan, when it comes to Canada and NATO for instance. Here's the sort of training and mission it would be deployed for: http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/classic/A15694662

Over all, it is an attempt to cultivate a mature people of all people within the appropriate Heatlth-Education-Correction policy, so as to offer a point of focus where hope finds the direction of a renewing future, instead of going on with self-destruction. That is what I mean with "radiance instead of militancy"! The tools of the Internet's Open Source Movement help to spread such an opportunity, from person to person, grounding each other's roots into the changes needed.

TCM meets the West with technology

http://www.naturalherbalproducts.com/ereader.htm

http://www.naturalherbalproducts.com/image/ereaderinfo.pdf

For online practical approach with TCM

http://www.tcmbasics.com/channels_12reg.htm

http://www.tcmbasics.com/basics_5elements.htm

For online learning: http://www.jadecampus.com/

http://www.shen-nong.com/eng/front/index.html

http://www.rootdown.us/

http://www.acnease.com/HArticle3.asp

...and of course, this is how I operate, sowing such thoughts processes in the hope to arrive to the view offered by my life time work of... ...cleansing our vision of the Crown... that I assemble at: http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/classic/U1590685 and

http://www.worknets.org/wiki.cgi?BenoitCouture

A different approach

I was born in an era in which, by the time I was 10 years old, political reforms were in full bloom in Quebec, Canada. Little did I know then as to how much my life was going to be so absorbed by the questions that find inevitably their answers with some politics involve. This questioning of mine began as far back as my memory can reach. Part of being young is asking questions and finding their answers. I always did, do and will refuse to grow old as I insist upon my inner drive to remain within the direction of the ancient voice of humanity’s youth, always seeking and finding. In my first years of asking questions, I quickly reached the point where the standard answer that adults would give me was: “You’ll understand when you get older”. I got older, and now I understand that what most of them meant was: “When you get older, these questions won’t bother you anymore”. How very true and wrong! True in that, the search stops for the vast majority at the personal level of comfort. Wrong in that society goes on repeating history’s mistakes because of it. It becomes a culture of willful ignorance. A question that seems to demonstrate this culture very well and to which I wish to bring a different approach is to the equation of Canadian national unity. This on and off crisis is a direct result of this culture of ignorance and it has a life of its own, thriving in the hands of those grown ups who have forgotten how to ask the pertinent questions to our national plight and to mature up bringing. Politics have been the only forum with authority to work from and the vast majority of voters feel overwhelmed by the process. The following is a tale that reveals my personal affinity from a most pertinent position to ask the relevant questions of humanity and to apply their answers according to the lessons taught by history. Because of our special bond as the good conscience neighbor to the one super power of the world, Canada is given the opportunity by the Writer and the Guide of history's currency, to charter a course for sanctity to emerge in full bloom, following the Spirit of liberty, from upon the Land of Emanuel, in the perpetual celebration of Easter, here and now.

On the mountain

After my first winter in Edmonton, some weekend in the spring of 1979, I was reflecting, lying down on the slope of a mountain near Jasper. Having had to learn English and to adapt to a whole new life in Alberta, got me through winter without hurting too much from the exile, for exile it was, that took me out of Quebec. With my peers, I had reached that complete incompatibility as to the fundamentals of how life should be lived. But, back to my being on the slope in Jasper, I was basking in the sun at an altitude that I had never been at before. I drifted into a state of half sleep with my eyes being half open and I was being carried by a deep sense of longing to find the key to a fresh start for my life. Because of the angle of the hill I was on with my eyes being slightly open, the whole valley served as the perfect background to such deep investigations. And so it was in such an inspiring site that my senses of perception bathed in the deepening pulsation of that longing for renewal. Just as I felt sleep engulfing my eyes lids, there came into my focus an amazingly striking individual who pricked my attention, and took it away from going to sleep, but when I started to awake, the connection faded away along with the individual. When I drifted back toward sleeping, without falling into it, it caused the scene to be adjusted, just like on a TV picture; the individual was back in my focus, bright and clear again, captivating and compelling our reception with gentle, mutual attraction and warmth. As I watched, the sight of this character was like an amplifier of all it’s surrounding. Nature was so bright and lively around that person, causing the scene to glow of surrealism. The most striking feature of all this at this point, was that this individual was at least 7000 or 8000 feet below and yet, I could see it and the glow really well! As I was enjoying this great state of contemplation, this person looked me straight up with a peaceful smile and with an expression by which to let me know: “I see that you are primed for me, so here I am”. As it smiled, I noticed that I could not tell if this was a woman, a man, a teen or an adult. As soon as this observation crossed my mind, the apparition ascended in my direction. The movement of its body somehow got a hold of my attention’s mechanics and I got swept right into a whole new disposition of perception. I started hearing a loud crashing sound of ocean waves coming from behind me in the West and a faint one from the East, following behind its ascension. As I was trying really hard not to let the awesomeness of the experience throw me out of focus, I observed that each step it took forward covered ground well above distance. It covered the whole 7 or 8000 feet between the two of us in 7 steps! It was advancing with ease in a sphere outside of the material world and yet, so well connected to our dimension, that the trees and bushes were moving by his ascension toward me, demonstrating the basis of the experience in reality. The eastern sound of ocean waves grew along with its movements and leveled with the ones from the West. Gradually, along with its every steps was added to all those physical sensations, a great sense of history past, and of present destiny; this sense was giving me a whole new awareness and appreciation for where and when I happen to be alive on Earth. Couldn’t awake, couldn’t sleep and nor would I. It was a very foreign sensation to have my body half asleep and my insides more awake than ever at the same time. It felt as if I were watching myself play an unrehearsed part in a scene to which I could only react spontaneously out of a reservoir of unknown thoughts and emotions. This character now facing me with such grace and might was of a rare stature. Standing eight or nine feet tall and although right in front of me, I still couldn’t tell if it was male or female, but even more striking was that its agelessness was undeniable. All at once from each angle I could behold, I saw that the beauty of infanthood was just as present in its eyes as the vigor of young adulthood and the wisdom of the golden age. A long robe hanging down over its feet was dressing it majestically. Nothing had yet been said in words but, in a very joyful, wise and powerful sounding vibration, voiced in the perfect mid ranged tonality, it said: : “I am not a man nor a woman and my age is not relevant to your time frame”. Upon hearing that, with the look of my eyes absorbed deep into its, there came to me an abandonment, a sort of unintentional but welcome surrender of my inner defenses. Even if I did not have a clue as to who this was, it had become clear that he could read me like an open book, plus, I had never felt as deeply and warmly secure. Four or five questions came out of me really fast. Questions like: Who are you, why are you here with me, what do you want…? That kind of questions. Evidently, I was not relaxed enough for the complete benefit of the moment to touch me. So instead of answering questions, this humongous person slowly and gracefully stretched out both arms, while twisting his body, like a well choreographed dancing move so that his hands pointed toward the East and the West. As the arms and trunk came back in position of rest, the sound of the ocean waves gave way for a gentle prairie wind from the West, rolling and wistleling Eastward upon the wide stretches of the grasslands, gently blowing his long hair in the breathing dance of the air. As I was suddenly weakening along with this awesome shift in sound production, I was re-energized by his calmly saying as a matter of factly: “ You know me under the name Canada”. As soon as Canada introduced himself, my insides went into a spin, seeing all kinds of currents and great exposes of invisible powers at work to shape events and circumstances about the nation. At that point I became aware that I was being initiated to the dimension where perceptions, thoughts, emotions and controls of human affairs are generated and conducted from. “So”, I replied, very determined to understand, “you are a spirit”! “Yes, you could say that. I belong to the spiritual realm. The forces of civilization on this geo division called Canada are under my jurisdiction to serve God. My job is to prevent the forces of darkness from shadowing Yahweigh sovereign plan for humanity, throughout the decision-making that shapes the human identity and life across the land”. “Boy”, I replied with sarcasm, “I don’t know much about politics but you better call your cavalry my friend”. “That’s why I am here”, was the instant reply, in a very enthusiastic but also, very solemn voice. “You, Benoit, you will not ever forget our encounter. The memory of our time together is a seed in your spirit and it will grow into a completing part of the Eternal vision; this vision is being raised to provide healing to the people of the land and service to the saints of the Earth, thereby revealing the purpose of our destiny that’s calling us all to experience the organic maturity being lived in the completion of spiritual mutuality. Being 21 years of age, you are very young and ignorant of who you are to be, as of yet. Eventually, from the training that will be sent your way, you will take a stand and many will rally to serve the cause of your common destiny. It will be at that point that the Lord’s cavalry and I will support your proposition to God”! That’s when Canada left and vanished with the body language of one who was now going to set up to protect the seeding that just happened. As Canada vanished away, so faded along with his departure, the sound of the prairie wind. Once gone, both, the sight and sounds left me with the sense of an open closure; open to a definite return, one day! Stunned by the whole experience, I couldn’t quite believe nor disbelieve what had just happened. I just couldn’t make any sense of it. I looked around and all that was left with me was that new awareness and that deep appreciation of the here and now; almost like a river of thanksgiving, flowing down through my spirit and into my heart, calling my soul and body to pay complete attention from here on and to accept the obedience of the simple faith. I was left with much more than a feeling; I was given a state of being that secured me with living as myself, getting me ready to face the harsh lessons I knew I had to get through, in order to become empowered into the genuine loving nature needed to serve God. I got up and proceeded to get down the mountain. Every move I was making was more arrested and somehow, renewing each other as I went on. I had no possible way to deny this renewal and yet, was it a dream that I had or what?! So as I was walking down wondering, my foot missed a tight spot on the trail and I lost my balance. Just as I was falling, the wind gusted a burst that nuzzled me back up on my feet. I sat there for a few minutes, realizing that I had just been answered. Whatever happened up there was no dream. Someone had just caused a saving wind to come my way and somehow, I know it was “Canada”…This tale was inspired from my initial experience at 16, of getting touched and of having been kept in touch in spite of my ongoing failures, with and by our Creator’s mercy and Presence! Benoit Couture © Subsense Publishing and Promotion