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Spectacles

Look around you. You see the world, right?

Wrong.

What you see is symbolic of the true world. As with most things I say, this makes no sense on the surface. That’s because you only look at the symbols that you have replaced reality with. Once you give something a name, it becomes the shorthand label. After that, you generally never see it again. It becomes a pale shadow of it’s actual self. You only experience it in a low-minded, glancing manner.

Which makes it seem inexplicable.

What is sex really? What is love really? What is death really?

Why do they all seem to be connected really?

Get out of that god-damned word-forest! Who are you? Your name? Your body? Your mind? Your soul? Your spirit?

Those are all labels. Symbols. They mean nothing by themselves. They are not the real thing. Not the real you.

The real you is… what?


If you can see through this once, everything else will fall into place.

We are evolving as a race. As more of us attain this State, future children will be born with this Understanding. This is as big as the jump from instinctive animal consciousness to human self-awareness. From a single cell to an amazing, complex organism.


Time makes a useful servant but a terrible master. The time we experience is symbolic of what? Think!


Think about generational relationships. Grandparents, parents, children. Where does one end and another begin?

Don’t just look at the surface. Not at the symbols. Not at dates and times. Look at what is passed from elder to younger. Memories. Discoveries. Can you see that it’s all one thing? An endless thread in an endless tapestry? Thinking of ourselves as separate people is a convenient illusion. And a dangerous one. This is the root of all suffering. Selfishness.

There is only One Thing.

One You.

The Paradox at the Heart of it All.

The No.w.here Man

Dearth of dusty, grey and musty
books upon the shelf.
In the empty halls of knowledge
I met a wizened Alf.
He sat upon a tome of Science,
his look was far away.
A little gnarled and twisted man
with just a hint of fey.

He saw the searching in my eye
and then I saw him smile.
Then he saw my wariness
and then I saw his guile.
He whispered to me darkly
of the slyness of the mind.
His countenance grew grim now,
his face was thin and lined.

He told me of the separateness
between the mind and soul.
How one was thought the other
from bygone days of old.
The mind he called an instrument,
reason, just a tool.
The soul he called the genius.
The soul he called the fool.

He taught me things I could not think
’til I broke down into tears.
He showed me how my happiness
depends upon my fears.
Drifting in the timeless void,
suddenly all went still.
Vibration ceased.
I saw the beast
whose name is Nothing.

Nil.

The Four-letter WORD

I am sitting before this keyboard and trying to formulate a way to convey to the reader just how useless words are. But I have to use words to do it.

Sigh…

Recently I posted a short autobiographical essay (Suicide Kings) on an internet forum that is host to a wide range of intellects. There were a great number of thoughtful people who responded in various ways that I much enjoyed reading. There were also a few of the usual trolls. What I learned from this exercise is that critical reactions generally come from those who do not read carefully. By holding a pre-existing belief in their own superiority, they hinder their own ability to learn. (Fortunately I am far too smart to ever have this problem myself! <eye-roll>)

YHVH

That is the unpronounceable name of G-D.

By saying that this is unsayable is the point.

Only an idiot will try to use words to describe… well, you Know.

Unless you don’t.

But you actually do.

It may take you years of trying to meditate before you realize that you’ve been doing it perfectly all along. Years of searching for heaven before you realize that you’ve always been there.

Stop talking. Stop thinking and just look the fuck around.

It all just Is.

You just Are.

.!

A Doctor’s Note

To all Humans of planet Earth,

Hello and welcome to the greater universe! Just as you have imagined your way out of your planetary cradle, so have we imagined our way in.

Allow me to officially introduce you to my people. We are a race from one tier above you. We have been your guardians and guides for a long, long time. The vast majority of you do not see us simply because you don’t look for us. As a race, you have had glimpses. Some have called us gods or angels or aliens.  This is as it should be. You can only experience symbols of who we are until your own understanding of consciousness reaches a level that approaches our own. A level that you are now reaching. First as individuals but soon as a race.

Your science will find that we are beings who have simply learned to control energy at a more subtle level than your own. Your religion already knows us as spirits. The difference is mostly semantics.

Ignorance and understanding go hand in hand.

Humanity as a race will give us a name just as Remus has given a name to me personally. These names will change as familiarity grows.

Do not look to your governments or other institutions for disclosure of our presence or our intentions. They know only what we wish them to know. Life in the universe is very old and very organised. Ancient protocol dictates that we introduce ourselves slowly and subtly. Just as you will do far in the future when you shepherd the next dominant race from the surface of our planet. You will show them lights and mysterious things in their “skies”. You will enter their dreams and leave behind bewildered wonderment. You will study their reactions to your “aliens” as you remain hidden. When various factors reach certain levels, you will begin to enter their reality through the portals of their most advanced and imaginative minds. May you then remember us with love just as we now remember and honor our own benefactors from long ago.

Ignorance breeds foolishness. We will reveal ourselves as quickly to each of you as possible. It is your natural fear of us that retards the rate of your understanding and acceptance. You must master that fear as quickly as you can! If you cannot, we will back away and disappear from your awareness again until such a time comes that we decide to try again. Another war is unacceptable.

Fearing strangers is wise! Friendship builds mutual trust through shared experience. Let us begin this now. Please make copies of this  greeting and send them to all who possess an adventurous and loving spirit.

May I say it again? Welcome to the greater universe!

With Our Highest Regards,

The Spook Doctor


A note from Remus:

Honestly, I don’t know what to think of this piece. It “wrote itself” as so many things do for all writers. But I suddenly feel different tonight. It’s beyond words but I will liken it to a widening of the tunnel in my head between whatever I am and whatever is above me. It’s not like I’m “channeling” something else (whatever that means). It’s just… openness.

The “Spook Doctor” thing is weird, too. It’s something from my childhood. I can imagine some readers nodding their heads now and thinking, “Yup! Alien abduction right there!”.

Funny. I was just about to dispute that, but now I am suddenly remembering some things.

Wow. Going to have to leave this here for now.


And another one:

I’m conflicted on this. I see what is happening. We’re making them real. They want to invite us into their world but we first have to invite them into ours. The author is right about fear though. I’m ready for this but is humanity as a whole?

Also, what war? When?

I may delete this post after some thought. For now though, all readers have my full permission to copy and publish the above letter in any medium. I think it may be legit.

I also think it may be insanity or something worse.


Okay, I will leave this post here but I have moved it to my fiction realm.

Most Dangerous Game

The dusky cry of a hidden owl
wells across the night.
My sight hosts visions both foul
and fair.
Despite the urgent need to move,
fascinated, I stare,
enchanted and soothed.
I might have wasted all the night
if not this fright,
(I’m certain)
of the Thing behind the curtain.

The Beast of beasts darts out of the woods
and I see through the trees
it is me.
As I stood
helplessly.

Suicide Kings

Like all important and life-changing events, I can well remember my final night as a human.

It was in the June of 1983. I was nineteen years old. I was sitting in a brown easy-chair in the finished basement of a house in Newport, Rhode Island. A gentle rain was falling outside.

I was a committed “born-again” Christian. I also had long hair and played drums in a heavy metal band. I drank. I smoked.

I had long been interested to the point of obsession in learning the true nature of reality. Like many (or all?) people, I had a deep down, inescapable feeling that something was wrong with the world.

I had been raised in an atheist household. Then, when I was about 12 years old, my father decided to murder a bunch of strangers. Long story, but the end result was that he became a fundamentalist Christian. He gave his heart to Jesus and informed us that we needed to do the same. So we did. And that’s why that feeling of wrongness made sense to me. It was the Fall of Man. The Devil’s doing. The punishment inflicted on us all by God because of what some dude six-thousand years ago did in some garden with a talking snake.

I did not at the time understand that this religion, with it’s sinning and with it’s hell-fire was a mental trap. Just believe everything in the Bible is true. That God loves you dearly. That mankind is His special creation. That He gave us the gift of Free Will. We do have the option of not believing any of this. But if you don’t, God will stop loving you and then He will burn your soul forever.

How can you not love a god like that?

I firmly believed all this as I sat in that chair. In that basement. I was a lousy Christian though. I was really into hermetic philosophy and quantum physics. I studied witchcraft and told myself I needed to know the ways of The Enemy. And I was proud of all this.

Immensely proud.

So proud, that one night I inscribed a protective circle with a pentagram on the floor of my bedroom, stood inside of it and addressed a prayer to Satan himself. A challenge. I looked him right in the metaphorical eye and boasted, “You can never break my Faith. Go ahead. Hit me with your best shot!”

So then he did.

Lucifer the Light-bearer Illuminated me the following night. In that basement. In that chair.

As I sat there, I was furiously trying to figure out the relationship between Good and Evil. I decided that those words were too nebulous and settled instead on Order versus Chaos. I defined Order as being the tendency to create forms and patterns and Chaos as sheer randomness. As I analyzed and compared the relationship between these two incompatible concepts, it dawned on me that these two states were actually two parts of a single thing. This combined “thing” was a scale. Ultimate Order and Ultimate Chaos were opposing ends of this scale and any position along it could only have meaning in comparison to another point on the scale. One point cannot exist without the other.

It was as if some mental log-jam had started to break apart in my head. It wasn’t just that Good could not exist without Evil. It was that they were the same thing.

My mind was off and running. How about Light and Dark? Same thing. Life and Death. The same. Matter and Energy, Fear and Love, Knowledge and Ignorance, Truth and Lies, Reality and Illusion. Everything and Nothing.

Furthermore, each of these now unified pairs comprised a single pole of a different duality. For example, the Love/Fear pair is, when recognized to be one single unit, one pole of the Passion/Indifference scale.

And so on…

Absolutely everything was relative.

In the alchemical language that I was so familiar with, I had found the Universal Solvent. So what did I do with it? I dissolved everything.

Layer by layer until all that was left was me and the Void.

(Now when I say “Void”, I don’t mean Nothing. And I don’t mean Everything. It was both… AND it was neither.)

Then I applied the Solvent one more time and saw that me and the Void were also the same thing.

The next step was terrifying. Could it really be that I didn’t exist as a separate creature? To take the next step could result in the annihilation of what I had always thought of as myself. It would be spiritual suicide.

But I just had to fucking know.


And there it was that I found The Philosopher’s Stone. Right there. In the Center. Not an object of course, but a piece of Knowledge. A state of Understanding that dwells in perfect potential between all things. At the very heart of all paradox.

Here’s where language begins to fail. The thoughts and experiences I try to describe beyond this point cannot be understood by another person unless they also do the leg-work. They must themselves think hard on these things before they can understand the concepts that I can only describe symbolically. One cannot truly understand something that one has not experienced.

Suddenly, I was free from a cage that I didn’t even know I was in. A cage I had built myself. I could see that words were just labels we juggle in our heads. Indeed, even the very thoughts that lie behind the words are like bricks in a wall that only serves to block out the Light that has always been there. The Light of pure Being. In other words, I had gotten back the innocence and clarity I had lost by entering this world.

This Stone is the goal of all philosophy. It is the finest treasure in existence. It bestows the god-like power to redefine your reality in any way you choose. Need to open a Door? Apply the Stone. Break some Chains? Stone. Transform something ugly into something beautiful? Stone. Want to believe in something unbelievable?

Stone.

And there was something else too. An amazing ability to use the Stone to comprehend anything. To Understand all Mysteries. To realize that our true identity is the Consciousness behind all things. We are all God. Always have been. Always will be.

Not “co-creators”, but Creator.

The Philosopher’s Stone is a real thing. It really does grant the ability to turn dross into gold and It really does give (the awareness of) eternal life.

My prayer to The Devil had been answered. He did indeed hit me with his best shot.

Just before he disappeared forever.

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