Month: September 2019

Meaning for essay keywords:

Portal:

1. a doorway, gate, or other entrance, especially a large and/or imposing one.
2. a website or web page providing access or links to other sites.

Zeitgeist:

The defining spirit of the time or the mood of a particular period of history as shown by the ideas and beliefs of the time: essentially NOW.

Temenos:

A Sacred space: not just a place but a state of mind, a sanctuary wherein the ‘participants’ feel safe and where contact and conversation with the numinous is sought and encouraged.

Numinous:

Derivative of the Latin Numin – meaning “divine power.” also used to describe the spirit or divine power characteristic of a thing or place.

The Chiron Wound contains the Shadow, the unconscious, the unknown and therefor all our fears and dread: it is the last place that we would willingly tread. But herein lays the quandary and conundrum: it also contains our potential, the key to personal evolution and the bridge to enable access and to reach our greatest gift. To go through the portal/wound we will have to do so without our baggage and ‘cap in hand’ for this portal is only wide enough to accommodate the traveller. We cannot take the past and we cannot see the future. We most certainly cannot take all our much loved beliefs and concepts: small wonder the zeitgeist represents ‘the road less travelled’.

Can all things take their Beginnings from a Source not yet created?

Travellers, searchers and seekers have for millennia been looking for the means to understand the deeper meaning to life and living and to apply this meaning in the pursuit of a purposeful existence. What if we have to forgo all logical sequential endeavours in order to move into and through the Portal? The tools used in the search have included all sorts of appliances: religious practises, extreme sports, ingesting hallucinogens, the list goes on – but it’s always in the last place we look isn’t it? What if we are entering a new space/place where the only tool or valid currency is our ability to be nonsensical: i.e. to receive information not meant for our thought process and where our task is simply to bear witness? Sounds simple enough right? But first we need to consider/know where is the ‘we’ the witness ‘looking on’ objectively? All matter on planet earth was once nought but stardust: wheeled and congealed to take all sorts of sizes and shapes and forms. If we are to believe the proposed theories of evolution some pond scum/algae (politicians) got some sort of electromagnetic charge and voila the next level of human life: – came into being. With the exception of the politicians and Rupert Murdoch the new lifeform continued to evolve until engineers built skyscrapers and freeway flyovers. But back to the issue at hand: where is the observer in all this? If you dare to sit in a quiet environment for two seconds your powers of observation will be able to notice a constant stream of thoughts: incessant and centre stage. In this environment it would seem that the ‘observer/the we’ might be located inside our cranium, behind our eyes. But then you get an itch on your knee and suddenly the ‘observer’ is aware of and becomes the itchy knee. Bruce Lipton’s research into Epigenetics suggests that each cell is conscious and aware – an individual sentient being in its own right. Bruce also suggests that each cell membrane is in contact with the external environment and retrieves information via the antennae in the skin of each cell. So the query continues – almost exponentially: the plot thickens like information laden blood. So far we know that our body is comprised of all the same basic ingredients as the earth on which we tread: minerals and acids that came originally from the stardust to make pond scum. Each (individual) cell is made of stardust and each organ (and bones) is made of individual cells – where is the ‘observer’ now? Dust to dust goes the saying – meaning that we started out as stardust and to stardust we will return. The ‘thing’ that keeps the dust animated is the life force, the Chi – the Prana. Our breath comes into and out of us, one at a time, allowing the ‘observer’ access to continued residence within the animated dust.  So was the ‘observer’ in the dust all along or did it arrive via the incoming first Prana? If each individual cell is self-aware and aware of the environment wherein it resides and is receiving/retrieving information from an external source: where is the intelligent ‘observer’? Is the observer the dust, in the dust or floating without form outside the dust? How does the ‘observer’ decipher the information: sifting wheat from chaff? The findings of cellular memory contained within the text of the book titled The Heart’s Code infers that intelligence and memory are stored within the organs of the body. Cases are cited (in the book) indicate this to be valid suggestion when recipients of donated organs start to behave like the donor: now where is the ‘observer’: particularly relevant if the donor is deceased. Why and how would the behaviours – that are foreign to the organ recipient: i.e. belonging to the donor – persist now that the donor is no longer present?

So back to talking nonsense: the zeitgeist, the portal and the numinous. Sitting still and quiet we notice (via our capacity to become the ‘observer’) that our conscious awareness is caught in the streaming of thought. The zeitgeist is not to be located here because the bulk of these thoughts are concerned with past and future. How then do we get the observer/awareness to the place where the zeitgeist might become available: i.e. from the source not yet created?

Once more we will call on our hero Chiron to offer, make available some sense to the seemingly ever expanding (nonsensical) conundrum. The Wounded Healer archetype lives within each of us and therefor within the collective. Symptoms present so as to make us aware, to remind us that the dust wherein we reside and transit has a finite nature and when life choices are made that are counter to the best interest of the dust the dust suffers: for example too much red meat will produce acidification of the dust and produce symptoms like arthritis, plaque on the walls of the blood/information carrying veins and arteries. The symptoms can also bring something else to the table: the tap on the shoulder, the prompt – information advising that our choices might be interfering with our potential, our evolution: we don’t want those politicians catching up do we? Returning to the aforementioned example of red meat – judicious choices can have positive effect on red meat consumption. Eat fresh fruit and veggies in conjunction and the negatives are lessened. In the same fashion we can look at all presenting symptoms and the interferences can become lessons. Now let’s transpose this hypothesis onto a larger screen. The Macro is comprised of the Micro just as the dust particles make the cells that make the whole body. The 7 billion (plus) dusty inhabitants of the giant dust ball make the collective and NOW we have symptoms that the life choices being made by part of the whole/collective are not only compromising the health of the whole, but left unchecked and without proper response will permit those cretinous politicians to continue which will ensure demise of the collective. It would seem obvious we can no longer place our lives and future in the hands of a corrupt few. I for one am not prepared to hand over my precious dust to those who have no capacity to care or consider its true value. NOW what – how does one little vibrating dust ball make a difference? The answer lays in the zeitgeist – each of us – should we want to remain living are required to find the zeitgeist. We must make our own Temenos and here we must locate and commune with the Numinous, the ‘Divine’ pure intelligence direct from the Source and not yet created. OK the plan is simple – NOW to execute Chiron’s suggestion of taking a deep dive into the foetid fecundity of our personal Shadow: do we really have to? Sorry but yes – we have to willingly dive into the cesspool of our pond scum and willingly accept what we see. Difficult – yep – because we will see that the pond scum we like to call politicians is an aspect of our own self. As distasteful as it is we have to know and to accept that there is a part of our nature that is capable of committing the most heinous atrocities. Having recognised this about our dusty selves we then have to accept, integrate and love this Shadow – there is no beauty without the beast – we are the Yin and the Yang, we are the Devil as much as we are angelic. If we as vibrating dust can sit quietly and humbly amid the ooze and the slime we can access Newness in the NOW-ness. We can become our own authority we can make life choices that produce vitality and health to our own dust particles that will expand and spiral out and into the hearts and soul that is the collective dust. The eureka moment awaits – to get to it – BE QUIET, BE STILL and know the Prana has the power and is the only thing capable of keeping the dust alive within the zeitgeist.

We handed over our one precious life/chance and the custodianship of our earth/home to an external authority and allowed the Shadow to grow. The ‘puppeteers’ put President Bolsonaro into power into Brazil and with one wave of his mighty hand is supporting the burning of the ‘lungs of the planet’ – what could possibly go wrong?  NOW in our ignorance allowing such acts to continue we have inadvertently given birth to a situation that brings with it the end of our life the end of our chance. None can plead innocent and planting a trillion new trees will not equal the loss of the old ones. If some knew the consequences of decisions being made: and be assured they certainly did/do, then by association if by no other means, we are all guilty – the clock is ticking – it’s two minutes to midnight – it’s TIME to stop making sense and help Dorothy to locate her red glass slippers? Be it ever so humble there is no place like it.

P.S. Don’t succumb to the stultifying fear that this predicament brings with it – doing this means the ‘Puppeteers’ have won – get to the zeitgeist – if you don’t know how you had better find out – and quickly!

If you don’t know already – the real sex organs are not available from Hammond? And touch without contact ain’t worth the time and effort. Oh sure I know what goes where and why. I know that the horizontal Tango might best be described thus: the position ridiculous, the pleasure fleeting – the effect eternal

Nature did not endow me with all the ‘attributes’ required to become contemporary Lothario:  I don’t buckle my swash like Errol Flynn or leave starry eyed nymphs in my wake like Mick Jagger. Nature is clever though and in command: what is missing in one department is made up for in another. I was imbued with the heart and soul of the poet (for proof of this claim see the poem below), but nature also has a wonderful sense of humour and made sure I would be void of the accoutrement that would ensure that the flames of desire as fanned by the beautiful words would never deliver the promises these words intimated Ah! Beauty and the Beast – Ha the joke is surely on us. Bad luck for me that all my past lovers had neither sense of humour or patience. I was always kicked to curb with a cupla black eyes and emotional scarring for good measure: accused of withholding….. silly girls  oh ye of little faith – in a world of instant gratification – ye should’ve waited a bit longer and nurtured the Beast. As I began to recognise my own (possibly exaggerated) susceptibility to the need for intimate physical embrace and saw the negative impacts upon my loved ones so I deliberately withdrew from any further involvement – fortunately for me – I know how to wait and while I waited I sought some answers on what makes a sweet guy turn so mean and why I was never likely to deliver the goods. One accurate and applicable depiction of the underlying reasons that had me behave in a particular way are available via the exchange/dialogue from the movie Analyse This where the De Nero gangster character informs the shrink character played by Billy Crystal that he pays ‘working girls’ for pleasures of the flesh where the Billy Crystal shrink character says Why can’t you do these (types of things) with your wife? To which the De Nero character replies Hey, that’s the mouth she kisses my kids goodnight with! What are you, crazy? This mindset is the crux of the matter – rooted deep into the psyche of most western males: and as a result the requirement to consecrate intimate relations with chosen adult partners was doomed: destined to go begging. For as the movie script suggests how could you do those dirty things to your wife – the (potential) mother of your (future) children? And of course also reveals why the hot blooded/bodied women who are themselves craving contact would shoot me and throw me under the bus – not necessarily in that order? So in the final wash-up the results indicate that there a myriad of emotional and psychological parts of the whole affected by this one aspect: far too many to be detailed in this little essay. Suffice to say that the good news is that there is a knowing available – that there is an aspect of the self – the very core of who we are – that is insatiable. It matters little what we have or what we get or what we don’t get or have: when it comes to trying to satisfy of our constant craving: this is the design. We are supposed to crave and we are supposed to acknowledge the craving BUT we also have to understand that attempting to fill the void by using earthly resources will never provide the satisfaction that comes by way of Mum’s lamb roast.

The last time I was involved in the horizontal tango it was one of those occasions where self-gratification was the only goal and as the awareness of this dawned it led to making a conscious choice regarding the ‘S’ word and how to proceed into an authentic expression of the carnal self and the conscious use of libido. One cannot afford the denial of this vast energy source, to do so is at the peril of the whole self: one risks becoming like the religious zealot where the power of carnal instinct overrides the sense of morality – look out choir boys.

The astronomer Charles Kowal was gazing up into the night sky as was his usual want on the eve of November 1 1977 and lo and behold notices a heavenly body zinging through the darkness. Is it a bird, a plane – no it’s (super) Chiron –and suddenly the inhabitants of planet earth were given access to the wounded healer archetype. Chiron was discovered – by earthlings – in 1977 the same year I was introduced to my own version of the Wounded Healer. This introduction arrived via ‘Contact’ with the incurable – an STD – one that cannot be treated by any known means – it is therefore an absolute real example of the quintessential wound that cannot be healed.  Like everything though – there is a positive to the negative –the incurable becomes the great teacher. The qualities within it include – that just like Chiron’s malady/wound it cannot be ‘cured’ and therefore cannot be ignored. So ‘alive’ is it that it interferes with my preferred/chosen hedonistic lifestyle, causes a rethink and demands a different approach. We might have to give our Hero Chiron a different title: rather than call him the Wounded Healer we might have to call him the Wounded Teacher because the idea of healing denotes movement towards a completion or of curing where there is no cure available. This would seem to be a less than satisfactory idea but in truth it is the most wonderful notion. As mentioned in an earlier Blog post regarding ‘Enlightenment’ many of us are on the quest to achieve the sacred state of mind and the attached magical result: i.e. never again having to deal with the problems of our humanness. These two goals: the Healing journey and the quest for spiritual enlightenment are bogus phantoms – a mistake. This does not mean that the two states are not available it simply means that the two are one: they are the same thing – and that they need to be sought AND experienced day in day out, moment to moment – one breath at a time. This also doesn’t mean to cease the quest – in fact quite the opposite. The quest is now ON in earnest AND the challenges are even more intensive. Anyone who has attempted to sit still will already know this. It also doesn’t mean that you can’t seek closeness with other humans: again it means that by keeping the priority of filling one’s own plate first (with Mum’s lamb roast) will supply even more capacity for loving because you don’t need someone to complete you. This is not a lecture by someone who ‘has made it’ – yes I have been enlightened but let’s get rid of the notion that this is a permanent fixture. I have been seduced by desire time and time again (see poem) and look forward to the opportunity to be so again. The difference is that if I fill my plate there is not the dependence and expectation for a transient experience to fulfil me or my life purpose. Phew! I sure am relieved and the pressure is off, I can quite happily admit that I am a dud root – no not the captain of the English cricket team? But I no longer have to be world’s greatest lover or even any good in the sack – plus I once overheard one of my previous girlfriends telling someone that until you have had sex under the influence of cocaine well ya just have never had sex! No chance then Haha. I’m so happy to know that everything will never be enough that even those with endless resources still can’t fill the void. Yeah sure they say it is a lot of fun trying but if you have ever really connected with someone simply – by being present all the positions and paraphernalia don’t get close to this level of contact.

In the not too distant future there will be androids designed and created specifically to sate the carnal appetites of the humans: what then? When the ‘average Joe/Joanne’ gets to treat a soft bodied machine in the same fashion as the wealthy do now with real children: i.e. without morals and free of consequence – like Jeffrey Epstein and his rich cronies. Robot sex is more of the same – like inflatable dolls and dildos they might look shiny and new but still fake. Yes sure having access to a ‘supplicant’ might ease or dissolve many of the current ‘relationship’ issues but how does this counterfeit replacement therapy support the need for the REAL sweet embrace founded upon personal evolution via the requirement for contact with self, responsibility and accountability? Sorry folks – as the man says – Sex is great, Sex is fantastic –BUT there is nothing like the real thing………..

              Anticipation and Le Petite Mort an Ode to the Real Thing

  And what of now

  How can now be both separate and shared

  Reliant upon experience prior for its present place

  For only in being separate could I contact

  Such exquisite agony

  Awaiting the company of beckoned lover

  There did I see time eternal

  Between the hearing of footfall in approach

  And the ecstasy of touch, of embrace

  And what is lost in separation is also found

  Memories of union, moments of glory shared

  Where reality comes into being through consensus

  Gazing into lovers eyes

  Each becomes witness for the other

  Aware of no other event save for the arrival of colours, sounds, flavour

  A shared description of two souls

  Prisms infused spectrums of light – of love

  But also wherein the ‘little death’

  Makes such description so historical, so unreliable, so bland

  Maybe there is grief

  A deeper past perhaps resides

  A space wherein such heavenly thoughts cannot reach

  Where interfering voice declares

  Past is not past – done is not done

  And yet beyond all; the separate, the shared and history’s voice

  The moment is – now

  How much more contemporary can it be?

  And when you look inside yourself

  To feel bodies memory of desire

  Is not eternity present?

  And is not the ruling presence desire pure

  Where untainted, unfettered and unaltered by mere thought

  Becomes both motivation and result

  Alone with my longing but not lonely

                                   And Still in motion…………..

The arguments and opinions from both “Climate Change” camps continues: to the left we have the ‘free radicals’ whose claims suggest that there are less than ten years before the entire planet and all creatures – great and small – who occupy her lands and waters are kaput. The far right, the big industry owners continue to push their own agenda and case for profiteering via the ongoing use of (finite) resources: both sides can deliver compelling rhetoric in order to perpetuate and sustain their stories – each to exclusion of the other, each to their own advantage. Others still – and these include indigenous stories not just the well-intentioned New Age commentators – will advise everything functions as part of a cycle and that there are spiraling cycles within other larger cycles: the earths elliptical orbit around the Sun and tilt of the earths axis as examples – all have invisible impact upon the environment and the ‘rodents’ living within it.

Speaking in Absolutes is always fraught.

When we are prepared to tell the whole story and not ‘cherry pick’ specific information – i.e. load our spiel to advantage our own presentation we will have to admit that we can’t really say for sure what the outcomes of the current/changing environmental conditions might produce. The science faction on the left will suggest that we can say with utmost certainty that the outcome will be dire and we can know this because we can return to the previous mass extinction events via geological record. Using these records and computer generated models will show the coming calamity is without doubt. Some of those who lean to the right believe that the earth was created in six days and on the seventh day GOD had a nap. The less fundamentalist debaters from these (right leaning) ranks will still load the discussion with some form of undeniable proof including that all resources on god’s green earth are meant to bring comfort and prosperity to god’s chosen few.

Opportunity knocks.

So while the sparring/warring commentators continue in the bid to win over the listening – mostly privileged – public the real offer goes begging. Anyone who is willing to look with honesty at the global situation: disparity between the haves and have nots, the chosen and the less important, could not be able to deny the ever so obvious: i.e. the way things are – are not the way things should be. The opportunity that is arising with the conjecture and debate (over the changes to global climate systems and the impact upon the natives) is the arrival of the third option: the coming together of the two currently separate sides and finding a new way forward. The likelihood of this occurring: is sadly I believe very remote. So ensconced in their own ‘rightness’ the fighters/the warring factions remain intent only on the delivery of facts at the expense of the truth and would rather continue to fight than take a step back: eat some humble pie, each to listen to the other.

Mortality and Adios

No matter which side of the debate we might find more appealing each of us has to understand the ultimate outcome. For the vast majority there was an event that occurred just after we came into this world: we took – or got given – our first breath. The last event before we die will be the other ‘bookend’ to the first event: the conclusion to our time on earth via the expiration of our life giving breath. Before the last event arrives the chance to reconcile the dispute is still available and this lack of reconciliation is what the fuss has always been about. The ongoing and seemingly ever widening chasm between all the different parts that comprise the total of the species Homo sapiens: ha the Wise Ape. Black/white, rich/poor, male/female right/wrong. These visible physical aspects and attributes are symptomatic of our inability to find Peace within. Chiron is the Wounded Healer archetype who brings with him the offer, the chance to mend the rift, the chance for healing. If we were really wise we would each and collectively accept the offer to make Peace and take the chance for the strong to care for the less fortunate, we would admit to our folly forgive ourselves and each other and begin from the beginning.