As Gandhi did with a people for you there is an unfolding discovery of your full and absolute ownership of your world. From a Biblical view point, discovering why responsibility and its consequenses was created. That there is nothing to resist because all is actually an illusion; nothing is real but you the beleiver-Consciousness.

FREE to FLY

IT IS YOUR REALITYBy Dempsey Harshaw

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2011 Rev Dempsey Harshaw
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-3247-9

Contents

Acknowledgements..........................................ixPreface...................................................xiMy Unnamed Angel..........................................1A Journey of Consciousness................................5Ownership.................................................11Believing.................................................27Claiming Your Power The Prodigal Son.....................33The Myth of Ego...........................................43Reality and Truth.........................................49Letters of Infinite Consciousness.........................59Nothing Is Real...........................................67Additional Letters of Consciousness.......................79Walking on Water..........................................85Choice....................................................89Your Feelings, Your Experience............................95You Are not a Singularity.................................99Final Statement...........................................107Books of Reference........................................113

Chapter One

MY UNNAMED ANGEL

The story below is about a man I consciously created to appear in my world in Palm Springs. My brief experience with him has been a continual reminder as to the real meaning of freedom, well-being, abundance, and who I am. I cannot tell you in words the deep effect this experience had on me at the time—has on me still. But, it is my full and complete joy to attempt to do so.

Over a period of about five years, I was the general contractor for some dear friends remodeling their Palm Springs homes. The project necessitated periodic trips from my home in Santa Cruz County. My friends were extremely instrumental in supporting me, not only emotionally at the time with huge changes happening in my life, but also with years of constant spiritual support and instruction.

The last time I went to Palm Springs to work, I got sick and decided to take some medication that I had taken before to help me out. The short story is I had an allergic reaction to the antibiotic and began to experience symptoms of vasculitis. I began to break out with blood boils and blisters all over my legs and upper body. I could barely walk without tremendous pain.

I continued to try to work between seeing many doctors and going to the emergency room. Each doctor gave me a small dose of prednisone, but none provided a high enough dose to resolve the building inflammation.

One day while waiting for a new prescription to be filled, I drove a few hundred feet from the pharmacy to a fast-food place to grab a salad. A man wearing a filthy jacket sat atop an unzipped, pinkish sleeping bag against the wall near the restaurant door. Dark blotches covered most of his skin, as if he'd been in a smoky fire and gotten residue all over what I assumed was Caucasian skin.

As I passed by, his smile revealed darkly stained, broken, and missing teeth. "It's been kind of cold lately," he said cheerfully and with a slight Southern accent.

Without wanting to connect with him I replied, "Yeah, it's been pretty cold." I went on inside and got my salad and came back out, intending to pass him by. I was preoccupied, thinking about eating my salad in my truck while listening to some music and then picking up my prescription. But that's not what I did. Instead, without any seeming conscious plan to do so, I walked over and handed him my change.

"Thank you," he said, again in that cheerful, warm, kind voice.

"You're welcome," I said and turned to walk away.

I was only a couple of steps away when I heard him say with an upbeat, fluxionally toned and rhythmic quality to his words, "I'm doin' the best I can."

Something in his tone of voice seemed to indicate that he wasn't saying it to make excuses to me. He just wanted to let me know he was honestly OK with himself. It was very powerful. With a quick and slight turn of my head, I called back to him, "I know." I walked two or three more steps and had an experience that I really don't know how to convey fully. It was as if everything I was and everything that was in me stopped. I became deeply and powerfully aware of what the man was saying. I was connected to him beyond any possible comprehension.

This time, before I spoke to him, I turned to look him in the eyes. This time, I said the words with conviction, "I know." At that moment, it was as if the world stood still. I was him, and he was me. Reality had nothing to do with personas or appearances. I was taken deeply into my core. It was a timeless and powerful moment, a moment of complete self-consciousness.

With this man's words reverberating within me, I went to my truck and cried. I cried for joy over the beautiful experience and the honor I had of meeting this wonderful conscious being, who popped into my life so unexpectedly and who had such a profound effect on me.

I carried this moment with me for months. At times, I cried again, newly amazed by that moment and all it said to me. His words, "I'm doin' the best I can," told me that man was at peace—rich, living in abundance with all that he needed. He was perfectly fine. It was a moment that was as authentic as it gets. He simply and freely wanted me to know that all was well, that he was just fine, and that, on a deeper level, he knew who he was. And that was all he needed.

I am in love with this moment. I often refer to this man as the dear angel I created to be there just for me. I am in appreciation for this moment.

Chapter Two

A JOURNEY OF CONSCIOUSNESS

Consciousness is all there is. It is all you really are. From the very beginning of infancy, Consciousness is. Consciousness is your life. It is probably never more obvious than to those watching a small child's spontaneous emerging awareness that pure consciousness is all we are. As a child, everything is about you, and everything that you experience is known in relationship to you. A child's simplistic nature of awareness is who you are and in no way implies an absence of maturity. As we accept the notion that a child experiences themselves as the center of its universe, so this is true of you. It is the reality of who you are and who you always will be.

I was brought up from a very early age with a belief in a loving God. This was expressed not only in the words of my father but by his loving actions toward me. Often, as my father laid me down to sleep, he would tell me stories of his childhood and how he felt and understood God through biblical stories a child could understand. A child's goodnight prayer was spoken with the words, "I love you," before he left the room. This was the consciousness that was. It was felt, known, and experienced as me, to me, and through me from a very early age.

Almost every Sunday as a child, I attended a now-popular evangelical branch of Christianity. In my teens, I was deeply into the church's biblical teachings and often attended ever-popular youth events, seminars, rallies, and weekly crusades. I spent a short time in an evangelical ministerial university after I graduated from high school. It was taught that you are fallen from the grace of God and need to be saved, or you will go to eternal Hell. The Hell wasn't always greatly emphasized, but it was slipped in and given...