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Soaring upwards
Can be like reaching down

Pushing forward

Can be like pushing back

Going right

Can be like Going left

Within is within

All things begin

And end at the cross roads

–GraalBaum 2013

 

 

This world-mountain was Nizir to the Chaldeans, Olympus to the Greeks, Hara Berezaiti to the Persians of the Avesta, the later Alborz and Elburz; a transfer, as says Mme. Ragozin, of ‘mythical heavenly geography to the earth.’ This mountain—the solar hill of the Egyptians—we shall again refer to in the next two or three chapters. At its apex springs, the heaven tree on which the solar bird is perched. From its roots spring the waters of life—the celestial sea, which, rushing adown the firmament, supplies the ocean which circumscribes the earth or falls directly in rain. At their fountain these springs are guarded by a goddess. In Egypt Nut, the goddess of the oversea, leans from the branches of the heavenly persea and pours forth the celestial water. In the Vedas, Yama, lord of the waters, sits in the highest heaven in the midst of the heavenly ocean under the tree of life, which drops the nectar Soma, and here, on the ‘navel of the waters,’ matter first took form. In the Norse, the central tree Yggdrasil has at its roots the spring of knowledge guarded by the Norns, the northern Fates; two swans the parents of all those of earth, float there. In Chaldea the mighty tree of Eridu, centre of the world, springs by the waters. The Avesta gives a very complete picture—Iran is at the centre of the seven countries of the world; it was the first created, and so beautiful, that were it not that God has implanted in all men a love for their own land, all nations would crowd into this the loveliest land. To the east somewhere, but still at the centre of the world, rises the ‘Lofty Mountain,’ from which all the mountains of the earth have grown, ‘High Haraiti;’ at its

summit is the gathering place of waters, out of which spring the two trees, the heavenly Haoma (Soma), and another tree which bears all the seeds that germinate on earth. This heavenly mountain is called ‘Navel of Waters,’ for the fountain of all waters springs there, guarded by a majestic and beneficent goddess. In Buddhist accounts, the waters issue in four streams like the

Eden from this reservoir, and flow to the cardinal points, each making one complete circuit in its descent. In the Persian Bundahish there are two of these heavenly rivers flowing east and west. To the Hindus the Ganges is such a heavenly stream. ‘The stream of heaven was called by the Greeks Achelous.’ The Nile in Egypt, the Hoang-Ho in China, and the Jordan to the Jews, seem to have been celestial rivers. This mountain of heaven is often figured in Christian art with the four rivers issuing from under the Throne of God.

Sir John Maundeville gives an account of the earthly Paradise quite perfect in its detailed scheme. It is the highest place on earth, nearly reaching to the circle of the moon (as in Dante), and the flood did not reach it. ‘And in the highest place, exactly in the middle, is a well that casts out the four streams’—Ganges, Nile, Tigris, and Euphrates. ‘And men there beyond say that all the sweet waters of the world above and beneath take their beginning from the well of Paradise, and out of that well all water come and go.

 

http://www.sacred-texts.com/earth/amm/amm07.htm

 

http://chasinghermes.com/2009/04/24/08-axis-mundi.aspx

 

It is precisely the challenge involved

in using inadequate words

that drives the mind

beyond all words…

At the borders of speech

we open ourselves

to the positive value of silence….

Literary reading,

through its complexity, its music,

its suggestiveness, points to a fuller realm of being.

–Edward k Kaplan (citing Abraham Joshua Heschel)

Revelation is a cloudburst, a downpour,

yet most of us are like moles, burrowing,

and whatever stream we meet is underground

–Abraham Joshua Heschel

the waking have one common world, but the sleeping turn aside each into a world of his own. It is not right to act and speak like men asleep. If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it.

–thomas merton

 

 

Before the mountains had been shaped,

before the hills, I was brought forth,

When he had not made the earth and fields,

or the world’s first bits of soil.

When he established the heavens, I was there;

when he drew a circle on the face of the deep,

when he made firm the skies above,

when he established the fountains of the deep,

when he assigned to the sea its limit,

so that the waters might not transgress his command,

when he marked out the foundations of the earth,

then I was beside him, like a master worker,

and I was daily his delight,

rejoicing before him always,

rejoicing in his inhabited world

and delighting in the human race.

–prov 8:25-31

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Our lady of rats

Our lady of wings

Our lady of smokes

Our lady of night

Our lady of smiles

Our lady of silence

Our lady of sickles

Our lady of womblight

Out lady of vulturine virginity

Our lady of vagina swamped

Oh with starlight and tears

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies

Our lady of love

Our lady of kaleidoscopes

Our lady of gold

Of stars and of blood

Our lady of laughter

Mother mine made of mashines

Our lady of lips

Our lady of dust

Our lady of dusk

Our lady of dirt

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies.

Our lady of destruction

Our lady of disolution

Our lady of desire

Our lady of deathage

Our lady who lays in the licorice night,

our lady who burns in the trickling night

Our lady of cancels

Our lady of candles

Of craps and of stoals

Our lady appearing.

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies

Our lady appearing in Rocking Horse Night

Our lady who falls and falls again into fields of rape

Our lady of breathing, of breaths

Who holds me in her secret cold spaces

Our lady who wheels in sadness

Our lady who waits in silence

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Our lady who speaks in the dark

Our lady of horsies.

Our lady who dances in gaps

Our lady who dances in emptiness

Our lady of thorns

Our lady of sores

Our lady of wounds

Our lady of aid

Our lady of love

Who waits always through all pain

Our lady of loves and of lovers

This is the signature of all things,

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady of horsies

Our lady of rape

Our lady of the rape

Our lady of the lost and the hopeless, the forgotten

Of the conquering and the conquered

Of the sightless and the starless

This is the signature of all things,

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue on teeth

Our lady

Our lady of stalls

Our lady of mangers

With the world in her womb

Our lady of gallows

Of crickets and robins

Of rough and raw roaring

Of the silent and circling

Of the stags and the deers that wait in her forest

And:

This is the signature of all things

Signs written in crossedged eyes

Some parting spoken with tongue in teeth

Our lady of trenches

Our lady of leverance

Who suffers in all things

Who rejoices on all things

Who gives birth to all things

Who gives death to all things

Our lady of purpose

Of hiring and hearing

Our lady of deaths heads

Of fools and of gold

Aneamic laughter of lady of cries

Of lady of christ

Our lady of crutches

Who waits for me at the end, the end

When I fall she shall wait for me

Our lady of smiles

Our lady of hope

All my love for you burns strong

You shall not desert me

 

 

Only by becoming hollow (empty of self through submission to the Divine Will) can the reed-pipe sound its plaint of love as the Breath of its Maker (the Breath of Compassion, nafas rahmani) blows through it again, thereby re-creating its ac

hingly beautiful melody of love in an act of mysterious intimacy. Through such sweet surrender, faith experiences Truth as Presence and develops the existential certitude that the transcendent essence of our existence is nothing less than divine. The intellect, by contrast, is the repository of the transcendent foreknowledge of this truth (aletheia, suggesting “not forgetting” or awareness), inscribed within our hearts and recollected – by grace – in moments of tranquility. This recollection (anamnesis or “re-minding”) is the intimate access of our deepest perception into the mysterious heart of transcendence.

The relationship between faith and intellect can also be understood in terms of the relationship between communion and sacrament: the pining for mysterious intimacy through communion and the intimate recollection of mystery through sacrament. Faith proceeds from the intimate center or “heart” of our being and is rooted in communion, while the intellect is a relationship to the mysteries of revelation, interpreted by the “eye of the heart” sacramentally. At its highest level, faith functions as the intellect through its openness to the intimacy of immanence. This openness to intimacy is the source of our awareness of our communion with the Divine, that the spiritual substance of our innermost heart is itself divine and is thereby the source of our certitude and felicity. Correspondingly, at its highest level, the intellect functions as faith through its openness to the mystery of transcendence. This openness to mystery is the source of our awareness of the sacramental nature of creation as a continual revelation, that each moment and every atom is a unique and sacred radiance of the Divine, “the Truth whose theophanies are never repeated” (Nasr).
http://www.sacredweb.com/online_articles/sw10_editorial.html

 
Doing the right thing is always a good thing; keeping the peace; maintaining the status quo; remaining calm, collected when everybody around you is panicking or losing their minds. A snake is a snake though; it will eventually always bite y
ou no matter what you do. In life some people are snakes. Sometimes then, doing the right thing is refusing to pick up the snake. Allowing the snake to continuously bite you, (because you are helping and forgiving the snake or person) is foolish. How is the snake to grow and learn if it is allowed to continue to bite you? How can the snake move on, grow and become more than a snake if all you are doing is allowing that person to bite you? Being the better person, parent, child, teacher and student does not always blindly mean subservience and servitude or giving. One can be giving by being harsh. Too much sugar and a child will rot its teeth. One does not allow a child to rot their teeth simply because they want to, by ingesting large quantities of candy. Allowing an abusive sociopathic personality to continuously abuse you is not the correct way. The correct way is to remove one’s self. So that the sociopath, be they parent or child..or whatever relationship so that they may stop. Without oxygen a fire will not burn. Have the Wisdom of Solomon and demonstrate that you will cut up the child; because you love your abuser, and refuse to let them abuse you. Love is submission to God, not to selfishness and self-interest.
 
 
Hesed, Gevurah, and Tiferet
Theosophical Kabbalah, part 4

The second triad in the tree of the sefirot is that of hesed, gevurah, and tiferet, or lovingkindness, judgment, and harmony. This triad is probably the easiest to understand, and I

often begin with it when teaching beginning students, though there are many subtleties within it (as within all of the sefirot) as well.

I sometimes express the dynamic relationship between hesed and gevurah in terms of human relationship. We might suppose that all we want in the world is more hesed, more lovingkindness, and a person should try to cultivate and express as much of it as possible. Often, that may be true. But imagine a relationship in which one partner is always full of hesed, doing everything for the other partner, not caring for his/her own needs, and trying, all the time, to help, nurture, feed, support, guide, provide for, and generally love the other. Quickly, such a relationship will become dysfunctional. Eventually the other partner will form a dependence on the first one, or will feel smothered, or will yearn for self-expression and some degree of self-sufficiency. A relationship in which separateness is completely lost is not a healthy relationship. So even in the case of two lovers, gevurah — restraint, holding back — is necessary.
http://www.learnkabbalah.com/hesed_gevurah_and_tiferet/

 

When we in the west speak of “basic facts of existence” we tend immediately to conceive these facts as reducible to certain austere and foolproof propositions – logical statements that are guaranteed to have meaning because they are empirically verifiable. These are what Bertrand Russell called “atomic facts.” Now for Zen it is inconceivable that the basic facts of existence should be able to be stated in any proposition, however atomic. For Zen, from the moment fact is transferred to a statement it is falsified. One ceases to experience the naked reality of existence and one grasps a form of words instead.

The verification which Zen seeks is not to be found in a dialectical transaction involving the reduction of fact to logical statements and their reflective verification by fact. It may be said that long before Bertrand Russell spoke of `atomic facts’ Zen had split the atom and made its own kind of statement in the explosion of logic into satori (enlightenment). The whole aim of Zen is not to make foolproof statements about experience, but to come to direct grips with reality without the mediation of logical verbalizing.

But what reality? There is certainly a kind of living and non-verbal dialectic in Zen between the ordinary everyday experience of the senses (which is by no means arbitrarily repudiated) and the experience of enlightenment. Zen is not an idealistic rejection of sense and matter in order to ascend to a supposedly invisible reality which alone is real. The Zen experience is a direct grasp of the unity of the invisible and the visible, the noumenal and the phenomenonal or, if you prefer, an experiential realization that any division of them is pure imagination.

 

–Thomas Merton The Golden Age of Zen: Zen Masters of the T’ang Dynasty (Spiritual Masters)

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The symbolism of a thing is its power to recall its higher reality, in the same way a reflection or shadow gives us a fleeting glimpse of the object that casts it; and the best symbols…are those things that are most perfect of their kind for they are the clearest reflections, the sharpest shadows, of the higher reality which is their archetype

–Martin Lings ( Sacred Art of Shakespeare: To Take Upon Us the Mystery of Things  )

 

 

 

 

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When traveling is made too easy and comfortable, its spiritual meaning is lost.

This may be called sentimentalism, but a certain sense of loneliness engendered

by traveling leads one to reflect upon the meaning of life, for life is after all a

travelling from one unknown to another unknown.

–D.T. Suzuki ( Zen and Japanese Culture (New in Paper) (Bollingen Series)

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WHAT IS AN ARCHETYPE?

       The word ‘archetype’ from the Latin ‘archetypum’  means original form or imprint.  The archetype can be defined as an original,  primordial image common to all mankind regardless of race, creed or color.  Everything in the universe is imprinted with the indelible stamp of an archetype. Does that amaze you? Here are two examples:       The TREE is one of the most recognizable and common archetypal imprints known to man. It contains very specific archetypal features and characteristics: roots, a trunk, branches and leaves. The archetype maintains it’s  intrinsic meaning regardless of cultural variation. It’s meaning in man’s life as a primal source of food, shelter and tools has given the tree an aura of sacredness and divinity. It has been collectively interpreted down through the ages as the axis mundi or World Axis. It is also called the World Tree– around which the universe itself revolves.  FOUND HERE

My mercy equals that of a hundred fathers and mothers; Every soul that is born is amazed thereat. Their mercy is as the foam of the sea of my mercy;
It is mere foam of waves, but the sea abides ever!

What more shall I say? In that earthly shell There is naught but foam of foam of foam of foam!

God is that foam; God is also that pure sea for His words are neither a temptation or a vain boast.
Plurality and Partial Evil, though seemingly opposed to Unity, subserve

Good. The story is now concluded, with its ups and downs, Like lovers’ musings, without beginning or ending.

It has no beginning , even as eternity,
Nor ending, for ’tis akin to world without end. Or like water, each drop whereof is at once Beginning and end, and also has no beginning or end.

–Rumi (Masnavi)

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“As men’s Prayers are a Disease of the Will, so are their Creeds a disease of the Intellect.”

–Ralph Waldo Emerson

What is the use of gnosis, if it is so forbiddingly elitist? Since the alternatives are diseases of the will and of the intellect, why invoke the criterion of usefulness? Prayers are a more interesting literary form than creeds, but even the most impressive of prayers will not change us, let alone change God. And nearly all prayers are directed anyway to the archons, the angels who made and marred this world, and whom we worship, William Blake warned, as Jesus and Jehovah, Divine Names misapplied to our prison warders. The Accusers who are the gods of this world have won all of the victories, and they will go on triumphing over us. History is always on their side, for they are history. Everyone who would return us to history always performs the work of the Accusers. Most scholars worship history, the Composite God who rewards their labors by granting them their illusion of value. Emerson remarked that there was no history, only biography, which is another Gnostic recognition.

Do not pray, do not believe; only know and be known. Many among us know without knowing that we know; Bentley Layton catches this when he suggests that gnosis should be translated as ‘acquaintance’ rather than as ‘knowing.’ Acquaintance with your own deepest self will not come often or easily, but it is unmistakable when (and if ) it comes. Neither the will nor the intellect spurs such acquaintance, but both come into play once it is achieved. To be acquainted with what is best and oldest in yourself, is to know yourself as you were, before the world was made, before you emerged into time.

–Harold Bloom (from “Alone with the Alone” by Henry Corbin)

 

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