yarn for the Spinner’s wheel
round and round
tighter and tighter
spun into threads of gold
holding the Universe together
wrung free of
fear and regret
shining with the
Light of Love
yarn for the Spinner’s wheel
round and round
tighter and tighter
spun into threads of gold
holding the Universe together
wrung free of
fear and regret
shining with the
Light of Love
“Remember, beloved devotee, the double tail of the serpent that forms the legs of the solar rooster of Abraxas. The entire process of the Great Work consists of releasing oneself from the enchanted rings of the tempting serpent…”
“That which is spoken by God-the-Sun is life; that which is spoken by the Devil is death; Abraxas speaketh that hallowed and accursed word, which is life and death at the same time. Abraxas begetteth truth and lying, good and evil, light and darkness in the same word and in the same act. Wherefore is Abraxas terrible.” – C. Jung
Cosmic Consciousness can be experienced by anyone willing. No one, I mean no one, has a corner on the Truth. It is our Truth. There is no one competing. There is no reward.
All must stand in the Light. All must be weighed and sifted. We seek to ascend to the Pleroma again and nothing less. We do not seek wholeness, we discover our wholeness.
Behavior and belief are fine guides, but we must experience Gnosis. Life is an allegory teaching us how to embrace our inner Light.
The union in the bridal chamber of our heart is where we unify our internal Animus and Anima, Male and Female aspects.
This union of opposites provides the energy needed to delve deep within and allows us to confront the world in balance.
This is the mystical foundation of today’s spiritual experience. We seek union with our source and nothing less. All of this should be confirmed by your own experience.
How to achieve this, you must through patience and focus grab a hold and hold fast. There can be no fear and faith, you must know yourself.
Strike that thick cloud of unknowing the separates the creator and the created. Learn to read the signs and hear what is being whispered to you in every moment.
I have come across some who speak of life as a prison. No, this is simply not my experience. It has been an adventure. And everything has helped me find the center.
I seek the naked experience of the inner Light. Simply, I have found the Kingdom of God within.
Passions are like dogs, accustomed to licking the blood in a butcher shop. If you ignore them, they will bark and howl. Repentance for the Esoteric is metanoia, change of mind.
We have a deep Hidden Wisdom tradition in the West. We are truly blessed to be alive today and allowed to freely explore these ideas and ourselves. You will find what you seek.
It is simply incredible the bounty of knowledge passed down through the ages, but it can only be unlocked in the heart. Only by the renewing of our minds and spirits can we see.
I wish your inner eye great vision and that you find an all transforming all consuming knowledge of your place in the Universe. Nothing exists in the Universe not found in us.
The Mysteries hint at the higher reality. You must die to find life beyond yourself. It is not Christ’s resurrection, but our own that we are experiencing. All is swirling and metaphor.
Receive and be Love. Be free from passions. Find the inner fire. Be still. Rest.
The Universe recently taught me something about the Innerverse and vice versa, as they tend to do. Every generation gets to put their own stamp on what Truth means for them and what it’s worth to them to bring forth. Who has the courage to read the signs and integrate the knowledge available and evolve the species today? There are many voices vying to explain why we exist today and from the past, maybe even the future. Science has by far been the most successful to explain the exterior world. The spot the medicine man once held was taken by religion, which has given way to our current dystopia that so many predicted and warned us to avoid, which is led by science. We have become our own jailers in a prison of our own creation. Who will share their inner dreams and hopes with a world based only on empiracal fact where every bit and byte is sifted and analyzed? Are we just data? No, of course not. When one person breaks through the current barrier, they make that journey for all of us. I’m here to join with the seekers and dreamers.
I was also taught to always balance what’s happening outside with what’s going on inside. Don’t focus on any one direction too long was the point. Oh, and in all things be thankful and humble, do unto others, as you would do to yourself, because you are.
So much of the inner life is personal and inaccessible. You tend towards silence or ecstasy. I write here mostly to myself, but I believe, no, I know what is happening inside myself is happening in many others. We are here for each other in the end. You will see the fruit in action in a person’s life. Don’t neglect your life in pursuit of Self. It is about incremental improvement built on everything that has come before. Slow and steady wins the race, but don’t be afraid to share your Light and what you learn along the way and have every bit of fun and laughter you can. Magic stuff. Now is the time to stand up and speak, not obfuscate, but clarify. There is great ignorance in the world, clarity is needed.
Why is this?
I’m not a scholar, I’m an engineer. I’m always looking for more efficient ways to do something. We are taught to reuse solutions and to recognize common patterns. I have a personal metaphysical experience I am never really able to transmit to anyone. I am the experience of being this thing in time and space here and now. God is a tinkerer I know because we are. Nothing is ever done. I have to use my experience as the filter for the world. We are always in flux. This is the flow of the Tao all must, through some way or another, learn to navigate through living a simple life. There is no one way to navigate life. What fun would one path be? This awareness and knowledge I was given by the East and teachers. It was a great gift. I had to wrestle with it. They were given it by others. And in this way an ancient wisdom has made its way through the ages to a new generation, to us right here now where East meets West, North meets South and the wind blows through it all. Should my experience or our story end with the words from the past or does the story continue in us? Do we get to add a note to the song? Has all that can be known been opened to us already? I don’t think so. We bind ourselves in the past or the future. We are the ones alive now, sort of speak anyway, dependent on your point of view. This is our time. We have all that came before in us as well.
I have embraced every and no religion equally. I see myself in all of them one way or another and their truths available to myself. Every creed has “The Way”, generally the rest are seen as errant. Humbly I offer an opinion that we are approaching knowledge of the East all wrong. We should not become Taoists, Vedics, Sufis or Buddhists necessarily for example. There is no one way they are offering, but there is an ideal way of being they can all teach you. Many flavors of nonduality and oneness are available to people based on their tastes. I see oneness as the central message of the ancient wisdom being proven true today by science. I think Alan Watts spoke of this often and beautifully. Eckhart Tolle has also built on the Taoist tradition to great success translating its basic truths for western ears. I feel what is collectively happening to us inside today is being projected outwardly through our stories and technology. The study of myth is the study of our inner world. Carl Jung gave us a modern map to our souls and our group unconscious mind. He translated this ancient wisdom into modern archetypes. In this way machine learning and AI will help us see ourselves more clearly now more than ever as intellect begins to separate from consciousness exoterically before our eyes. The machines will see and show us the common patterns in our data and we will understand ourselves better hopefully.
Our generation has been gifted access to techniques bestowing focus and patience from the East and has added a personal aspect to oneness. The West has brought Love and the personal to the Eastern nihilism of oneness and nothingness. The Internet represents the mirror I believe of our hopes, dreams and fears. I think the elections are demonstrating our inner corporate turmoil as well, we know something is rotten in the hen house and it is us. The question, what medicine can heal our disease? I believe also that the UFO phonomena of our age is a reflection of some of our deepest fears and hopes. UFOs have become the mandala of our age perhaps in our search for now, intergalactic wholeness, not just personal wholeness. We have gone beyond the brotherhood of man and now we ponder how to relate to the ‘Others’ possibly out there, while we struggle with our relationship with each other and nature right here. We are looking feverishly. We are desperate to discover we are not alone. We are preparing ourselves to answer the question whether we are alone.
We must all find the answer to this feeling of apparent aloneness ourselves and like fast. This is where Aliens or God in the sky are not needed. If we can see what we are, we will answer our question. We should compare notes. No one is more worthy, being qualifies you to ask and answer the questions of existence. We all have a part of the Light and Truth each has to discover themselves for the sake of all. Do we see ourselves as separate from everything or part of everything? That answer will dictate the future. It’s a pop fly, the Universe is teetering on the decisions we are making today toward wholeness in a collective Innerverse or separation and death in a cold harsh Universe.
For myself, this puts the UFO phonomena in a new light. To study it is to study our collective unconscious. I’m not the first to have this thought. I believe the UFO myth is being manipulating to effect changes in our group unconscious mind and set the tune for the rest. We know everything is connected. If we believe it together, we will move planets and Suns. This is a dangerous game the powers that be are playing. What we are inside is expressively itself collectively now outside. We might want to listen. I believe the powers in the world today know a great change is happening in us. We are evolving beyond time and space and just our senses. They aren’t sure if it’s a good thing to encourage or a bad thing to supress. It’s beyond profit. Our collective consciousness is stepping up. Will you suppress it or let it free?
So, even I, athirst for His inspiring, I, who have talked with Him, forget again; Yes, many days with sobs and with desiring, Offer to God a patience and a pain.
Then through the mid complaint of my confession, Then through the pang and passion of my prayer, Leaps with a start the shock of His possession, Thrills me and touches, and the Lord is there.
Lo, if some pen should write upon your rafter Mene and Mene in the folds of flame, Think ye could any memories thereafter Wholly retrace the couplet as it came?
Lo, if some strange intelligible thunder Sang to the earth the secret of a star, Scarce should ye catch, for terror and for wonder, Shreds of the story that was pealed so far! Scarcely I catch the words of His revealing, Hardly I hear Him, dimly understand.
Only the power that is within me pealing Lives on my lips, and beckons to my hand. Whoso hath felt the Spirit of the Highest Cannot confound, nor doubt Him, nor deny; Yea, with one voice, O world, though thou deniest, Stand thou on that side, for on this am I.
Rather the world shall doubt when her retrieving Pours in the rain and rushes from the sod; Rather than he in whom the great conceiving Stirs in his soul to quicken into God.
Nay, though thou then shouldst strike him from his glory, Blind and tormented, maddened and alone, E’en on the cross would he maintain his story, Yes, and in Hell would whisper, “I have known.”
– Frederick Myers
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what is in us.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
I had to reblog this below from An Accidental Anarchist, it was a question and answer in one for me when I read it. It is from an ex patient of Carl Jung. I think it stands pretty well on it’s own, those who read my blog, know of what it speaks. Interesting to see and experience the commonality of experience across a century. I echo the patient below, what a fool I was, but I still am today!
“Out of evil, much good has come to me.
By keeping quiet, repressing nothing,
remaining attentive, and by accepting
reality – taking things as they are, and not
as I wanted them to be – by doing all this,
unusual knowledge has come to me,
and unusual powers as well, such as I could
never have imagined before.
I always thought that when we accepted things
they overpowered us in some way or other.
This turns out not to be true at all, and it is
only by accepting them that one can assume
and attitude towards them.
So now I intend to play the game of life, being
receptive to whatever comes to me, good and
bad, sun and shadow forever alternating, and,
in this way, also accepting my own nature with
its positive and negative sides. Thus everything
becomes more alive to me.
What a fool I was! How I tried to force everything
to go according to way I thought it ought to.”
— an EX patient of C. G. Jung (Alchemical Studies, pg 47)
“There is no one to get.
No one to receive a teaching.
No one to give a teaching.
That being said…
– Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
Nis is my favorite Human Being next to Black Elk, Mary, Jesus, Plato, Aristotle, Shakespeare, Einstein and Socrates. Many others. We are in the presence of our essence in them I feel. We come from good stock. Their Light shines across dimensions I think. Aliens perhaps. I ignore all Aliens though, there are no real Aliens anyway. We are all that, remember? Keep repeating that until its all that is left of you.
Nis’ bitter medicine, drink it down.
Open your eyes within now
Imagine how life can be
We must awake from our oppression
And this insanity
Life is but a dream after all, but I feel this is serious, I tend to be too tongue in cheek, apologies, my silly ego.
Light is all I see in them. And WE ARE THAT!
Wow. I want to shout for joy and so I am.
The fact such Light has come from us silly monkeys gives me hope. But we are in an egg. What can you ever know of the world beyond? It seems a world within seems just as unknowable. We are surrounded by unknowing. What are we to do?
I can only speak to you now, because of what came forward in me. It is beyond me.
This is beyond me, believe me.
It is nothing, it is Other, I am That.
I had an experience today at 30k feet and at ground level. Here is how it left me…with the feeling I had blood on my hands and I was called to witness and account.
Our culture, our way of life, is Death.
We are done.
It is done, will be, was and probably will be again.
Listen to me!
We killed the Human Beings.
We are what is left.
The devolved cruff.
We marvel at the prison we built for ourselves.
We are being driven insane.
You all feel it.
We are oppressed.
Is the dream of the Human Beings dead?
The longer we persist in this prison, the more of us will whither away. But, the story always has a happy ending, a great energy has been breathed into the world.
Can you feel it? I was burned to my core by it and not much is left, let me tell you.
I took all I could find.
Our Grandparents are singing their dream to us and I am going to share every last note with you here. I have danced naked in your face and I feel fine. Get naked with me 😉
This I know is way above myself. Do not look at me, but please take what is in my hand and lose yourself. I will tell you this, they did not live and die in vain and their words were not lost.
I am a Jew and a Native American, and Hispanic, white too…a rainbow. What a mystical mix in this time and space I am finding. I was given a key I had to find. My ancestor financed Cortez and the genocide of the Indians in their way. My ancestors lusted for gold. I feel that burning in me too. I have some blood speaking to me, boiling actually, roiling even. The 60’s were not the last gasp of the Human Beings. I am alive and thriving in the Light here and I see something amazing here in us. The sky is not falling Chicken Little.
I touched the sky and the sky touched back and we are that, don’t forget.
Those great men and women are in us.
I will live their dream.
They will live it through us.
This is Truth.
The Truth has always been and will be and I stand in the Light of that, join me.
I will leave you with words about the death of the Human Beings and their beautiful dream.
“I did not know then how much was ended….I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people’s dream died there. It was a beautiful dream.” – Black Elk.
It’s not dead Grandfather, it was a great sacrifice your people made for us and then forgiving us. Your blood wet the Earth for the harvest to come. We are not worthy of your sacrifice. We must purify ourselves, wash clean in the Light of Love.
Help me Grandfather!
True belief is like a statue.
Let us examine that statement. Our belief must be anchored as the statue is. Bodies and thoughts are always in motion.
How can we transform this belief that is now anchored like a statue into real knowledge?
It can’t become knowledge until it is thought of and experienced.
You think about it. But what if you can no longer think? You have to be electrified and shown your ignorance. It can be a painful process seemingly like torture.
You are made to examine your life and you are turned around and shown the difference between the sun and the shadow.
You feel dumb having thought the shadow was real.
Enlightenment and education thus seem natural. Release from the cave is natural and will happen for each in due course through a myriad of means.
It is unnatural to remain in the cave. Education infers responsibility. You were grabbed and led out of the cave and shown your ignorance until it arose in you to help others out of the cave into the Light.
You were able to see the Sun and then it was all clear.
The curse is you must now go back into the cave and help drag others out. It is natural for you to do so though.
They killed Socrates for leading us to the light.
Things are a little better for us since 500 BC, no? Neoplatonism is the foundation of Christianity and Judiasm.
The illusion and shadow seems much more real now though.
But all you have to do is walk outside and smell the flowers today to wake up. The choice is much more clear now.
Act natural and go with the flow of your life or stay lost in shadow.
Your destiny is to stand free, in the Light.
For this people’s heart has become calloused; they hardly hear with their ears, and they have closed their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts and turn, and I would heal them. But blessed are your eyes because they see, and your ears because they hear. For truly I tell you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it. – Matthew 13:15-17
Then Jesus said, “Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear.” When he was alone, the Twelve and the others around him asked him about the parables. He told them, “The secret of the kingdom of God has been given to you. But to those on the outside everything is said in parables so that, ‘they may be ever seeing but never perceiving, and ever hearing but never understanding; otherwise they might turn and be forgiven!’ – Mark 4:9-12
For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open. If anyone has ears to hear, let them hear. – Mark 4:22-24
THE LITTLE boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wand’ring light,
Began to cry; but God, ever nigh,
Appear’d like his father, in white.
He kissèd the child, and by the hand led,
And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, thro’ the lonely dale,
Her little boy weeping sought.
Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
‘And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.’
The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
And standing on the altar high,
‘Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:
‘One who sets reason up for judge
Of our most holy mystery.’
The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,
And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Are such thing done on Albion’s shore?
Calling the lapsèd soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!
‘O Earth, O Earth, return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.
‘Turn away no more;
Why wilt thou turn away.
The starry floor,
The wat’ry shore,
Is giv’n thee till the break of day.’
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
There are many who would lead you astray. The image is from Blake’s Little Lost Boy series. You can explore as a child. It’s wonderful and all for you to touch and taste. For those who would seek to hold back the soaring hearts, do you not remember your childhood? That child is waiting for you.
I was led to this prayer. It is important to say aloud and acknowledge if you have the understanding. I acknowledge now out loud and for All Time my relation to All things and to the Great Spirit/Wakan Tanka that is and allows all things to be. I am thankful you have brought me these words and this spirit to bring into the world. In speaking these words as I write them, I add my spirit to the All spirit and sing my note to myself with All things. I call for you help in this wayward place to remember I am the Light and the Light is Us. I desire to live in love in this awareness when I move on.
This is a Lakota Sioux prayer of Oneness and thanks and acknowledges harmony with all forms of life. It acknowledges that we are related to All things. I acknowledge that now and forever. I desire to be a Real Human Being. The old things are new again. We need the guidance of the old ways now at the end before a new thing can be birthed. As a midwife. A birth practiced so many countless times awaited by countless generations.
Within our grasp now.
We were not ready to hear this from our relatives when it was spoken, we are now. Thank you to the Sioux nation. I have heard your words. They are fine good words. They are burned into my soul now…
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin/All My Relations
I will do what I can to be compassion in this backward place. Help me. To all others, I ask you to find the reverence for your ancestors and relatives in the world around you. Serve and love life. The increasing quality of our hearts and capacity to love is all creation seeks and desires.
“To the Creator, for the ultimate gift of life, I thank you.
To the mineral nation that has built and maintained my bones and all foundations of life experience, I thank you.
To the plant nation that sustains my organs and body and gives me healing herbs for sickness, I thank you.
To the animal nation that feeds me from your own flesh and offers your loyal companionship in this walk of life, I thank you.To the human nation that shares my path as a soul upon the sacred wheel of Earthly life, I thank you.
To the Spirit nation that guides me invisibly through the ups and downs of life and for carrying the torch of light through the Ages. I thank you.
To the Four Winds of Change and Growth, I thank you.
You are all my relations, my relatives, without whom I would not live. We are in the circle of life together, co-existing, co-dependent, co-creating our destiny. One, not more important than the other. One nation evolving from the other and yet each dependent upon the one above and the one below. All of us a part of the Great Mystery.
Thank you for this Life.“
Say and live this with me and we shall stand up together as One in our own Light.
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