what matter I sit

What matter I sit,
one lone star blazing in darkest firmament.
I know no other radiance.
I see me from afar and know my bounds.
What matter I sit.
They call it love.
I distrust that much flipped word.
Grace. Mercy. Companionship.
Three arrows from the quiver of the Divine
shot full through my heart.

a symbol of the age

A symbol of the age just past (Pisces) is the fish. I am thinking particularly of the simple form seem on the backs of some cars: two curved lines whose points touch at one end and are openly apart at the other. A symbol of closed openness.

A symbol of the age we are now in (Aquarius) is the fish symbol with greater dimensionality. One curved line of the fish spirals down, the other spirals upward. A double helix.

Since we are the symbols we employ, in the age we now embody our consciousness spirals down into the depths of the unconscious (“deep calls to deep”) while simultaneously spiraling upward into the supernal heights of the supraconscious. This simultaneous deepening and opening of energies has no closure at either “end.” There is no end. In either “direction.”

Each of us is this simultaneous sinking into the depths while rising to the heights. This sinking is not a drowning. It is the sinking referred to by Tai Chi master Wu Yu-hsiang (1812 – 1880): “To release energy, sink, relax completely, and aim in one direction!” One sinks down and opens up!

As energy beings, we sink into (this requires deep trust) the unconscious, our depths of unawareness, while simultaneously opening to the infinities of the heavens. The infinity within is joined with the infinity without. Inner infinity and outer infinity become as one (which they always have been except for the static of our noisy distractions). “As above, so below.” “As within, so without.”

A working symbol of the energies we now are is this double helix. We are an onrush of inwardly spiraling energies accompanied by a simultaneous outward spiraling. In more poetic terms, we are “rooting and grounding in love” (Ephesians 3: 17). Rooting and grounding in the depths of our being while opening completely in love.

cosmonaut

I live neither in a democracy or theocracy. Those shoes are outworn. I live as an integral part of a cosmocracy. I am a citizen of the cosmos. I am borne out of nations, out of religions into a living breathing experience of the cosmos. I am the cosmos personified. So are you if you dare open to it. As a species, this is our future. This is what we are becoming. This is our now.

the Grail quest

What is the Grail but an open cup of life's sacrificial blood? Are you not that cup which the Father, our Source, lifts to his lips and drinks deeply? Are you not the Holy Chalice continuously and immediately refilled with spirit, with life force so that your cup forever is full no matter how drained? The seeking of the Grail is the seeking within for that which you already are. The Grail within and the Grail without are one Grail. You, the Grail, the Father, the Mother are one. The Grail quest must be made but in the end, a true beginning, you will find that the one who seeks is the one who is found.

our situation

We exist in and are a creative endeavor of such marvelous dimensions and gigantic proportions that it would take our breath away if it were not our very breath that gives it life.

run-down batteries

I think one of the reasons we humans in this post-modern age have lost faith in previous myth is that we are like run-down batteries too weak to project richness of meaning into the cosmos. Carl Jung put it this way: “Projection is now confined to personal and social relationships.” Many of us regard this diminished projection as rational and sane. Well, either I’m an archaic dinosaur or a heraldic visionary of the renewal of myth on earth. I see it. I feel it. I know it. As my friend Brad Olson told me the other day, Joseph Campbell once said: A myth is as good as a smile.

gods of this age

This age worships two gods: Money and Positivism (the belief that no meaning exists in the universe except what we project into it). Seeing them as gods reduces their potency. Both are illusions, just two of the "roadside attractions" on this journey in whose tents we can stop and get lost.

the language of history

The history taught in schools of conquest, intrigue, and invention is not our true history, but mere braggadocio and scratchings in the sand. Our true history can only be told in mythos, in parable, in metaphor, and poetry.