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Monday, April 23, 2018

WHEN YOU'RE AT THE TOP, YOU'RE AT THE BOTTOM; WHERE YOU STUMBLE AND FALL,THERE YOU WILL FIND GOLD



WALT WHITMAN
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I was going to do a course called: RELIGION AND IMAGINATIVE LITERATURE
up at the campus at Nipissing University, but I didn't advertise enough and I got
only eight people who signed up, and four of them were nuns. The course was to be held in honour of Father Belyea, who gave a course by the same name at St. Michael's College, University of Toronto...oh, I'd say about thirty years ago.
I was going to take the class up into the bush and show them the need for the primitive gods.
Since then I've been all over the place and everywhere I went I visited a shrine. I saw a place on Easter Island that no one has ever talked about. I spent hours outside the Bat Cave in Bali, where hundreds of thousands of bats come and go. I saw them burn bodies on the steps above the holy Ganges River at Varanasi, oldest living city on earth. I also was shown the Temple of Love,
but that is another story for another time, if we have another time.
I can hear the editors' voices in my head shouting, "Get on topic!"
O.K., I'm back. I have to say: "THE HOLIEST SHRINE OF ALL IS THE HUMAN HEART/MIND." And Walt would agree. Waldo Emerson said: "There is ONE MIND in common
to all individual men." Carl Jung's work supports this fact. But let's not forget Walt Whitman. He's one of the few natural seers we've had in the West.
Walt says:"There was never more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now;
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven of hell than there is now."( Song of Myself)


Then he adds "I AND THIS MYSTERY HERE WE STAND." (Capitals mine)
What Walt is getting at throughout the waves and rhythms of his work
is exactly the same truth the early Christians meditated in order to see.


The problem is, as the Zen Buddhists very well know, it is impossible to describe the truth. How do you put a vision of God and his Son, unified in one into words, or a vision of the eternal Christ?
How do you describe the MOMENT of REALIZATION, the implosion of all things into darkness...
into which eventually shines the Light? The answer is: you don't.


All this writing is but the "finger pointing at the moon." It is not the moon itself. Only after searching and taking rationality to its dead end; then you stop and let a higher faculty take over,
and there is silence everywhere, and then you focus on a saying: "In the beginning was the Word."
This is a good saying, because there's no way you can understand it intellectually. Let the silence reign, and FOCUS.


Walt says: "Has anyone supposed it lucky to be born?
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-washed babe
....and am not contained between my hat and boots "


Later he says: "Who need be afraid of the merge", and adds
later still: "....I come again and again."






From "the Sophia of Jesus Christ": "The Saviour"..."He is eternal, having no birth; for everyone
who has birth will perish. He is unbegotten, having no 
beginning; for everyone who has a beginning has an end."


"The beginningless first Father who beholds himself within
(as with) a mirror. He was revealed, resembling
himself."


The Zen Buddhists speak of cleaning the mirror of the mind. Through meditation you come to a place where your soul is mirrored by the soul of the Father. It is a holy place. If I understand correctly this is the place the early Christians call, "the Bridal Chamber." It is also said to be mirrored.


Of course, the mirror does not exist; it's just a metaphor for something that cannot be expressed



NOTE: Part of title is a quotation from Joseph Campbell


(C)1990-2018 by W.G. Milne

Sunday, April 22, 2018

PARAGRAPHS FROM THE CLIFFTOP WRITINGS - plus ADDED PASSAGES



        These are writings done in a holy place, an altar to the Lord of Hosts, a place of power.
         I was in an elevated state of consciousness
living without electricity, radio, television or companionship for weeks at a time.
         After a while certain natural human capabilities return to you, when you're living without distractions. Abilities of ESP return to you.
        After a while I knew when someone was walking on my path, a goat path rising up to the hut site. After a few weeks of no distractions and no electronic intrusions, automatically you can sense the approach of other people 1/3rd
of a mile away.
         I was living in a hut, a small oak cabin positioned on top of a 150 foot cliff. I had searched out sites on the hilltops of the area.
I had sat in meditation in many of these places, until I found the exact epicenter of the place of power - on a headland between two rivers - one flowing to the east and one flowing to the west of the hut location.
         I went to this remote, striking and spiritually inspiring place to study the Gospels that had been found in the discovery of the Nag Hammadi Library.

         I'll be setting forth paragraphs from a 300 page manuscript I wrote up there. I have to edit the manuscript anyway, and I think this will be
a useful way of sharing with those of you who are interested.

O.K. Western philosophy is a waste of time, that's my view after many  meditative-mystical experiences --- in places of power --- all around this world. Western philosophy creates problems where none exist.
                     
            Heraclitus is an exception. His vision came from direct experience.

             Meister Eckhart is an exception. But he was no philosopher. He didn't waste time with
intellectual arguments. He was a mystic, like I am. My favourite saying of his is:

            "THE EYE THROUGH WHICH YOU SEE GOD IS THE EYE THROUGH WHICH GOD SEES YOU."

           

         Just for fun and serious study, here are two completely opposing points of view.

1.  THE STRONG EAT THE WEAK;

2.  COMPETITION IS THE LAW OF THE         WEAK.

     Sit still - get grounded - and meditate on these opposites.
      Focus is everything, as we listen and
apprehend  the universe.
      There are certain forms of consciousness
which survive death.  Christ Consciousness,
for example.


                          *   *   *



Jesus said: "He who will drink from my mouth will be as I am   and I shall be he:  and the hidden things will be revealed to him."
                                          

                                            Gospel of Thomas


Added passages
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*The Lord who weaves human destiny
with shining threads of divinity and dark earthy
threads of the equally divine. The Lord of
light and darkness, the Great One
who speaks to us out of the vortex of
the swirling, weaving storm clouds of the
skies, with an Eye of Light piercing down
into the thrashing waters.
This is the Holy One who is writing
this.The One who guides
the clouds, who rains down upon his
sunlight upon us... As He chooses,
so it shall be.


                       *

** One must receive the Gift before one
can give in love; and one man must give in love
in order to receive the Gift; and the Gift
existed before men were to give; and men
received the Gift that they might live. And
bless He who is before he was or shall be.
As the Gift is before the world was.


Saturday, April 7, 2018

Friday, April 6, 2018

A WRITER'S NOTEBOOK - "ARE YOU AFRAID OF WOMEN?


"No...As long as I'M not thrashed 'til I bleed and no body

 parts are removed, I'm not afraid."

 

 

(Q) ARE YOU AFRAID OF WOMEN ?

(A) Not usually, but there have been times...

 

As I've been at the university of HARD KNOCKS,

I find my writing gets more coarse--- to state the obvious. The rougher things get, the more I turn to comedy

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  As I see society changing

not so slowly into a matriarchy... in which women will

PASS THE LAWS, BE THE EXECUTIVE, AND CHOOSE THE NO-FLY LIST.... ie: Who Must STAY RIGHT HERE!

And who can put on on their big boy pants and are allowed to travel,those who have permission to go to the bathroom without asking.

 


        To a certain point - every time I feel arousal, I feel like I'm going to be punished... This  arousal/punishment complex is quite common, as I've discovered through my (quite extensive)

research.

        If one is associated with the other: punishment brings arousal - arousal brings punishment... We know where this can lead...

Into full-fledged S&M.

This  doesn't bother me so long as no one is thrashed until he bleeds and no body parts are  removed in the room next to me.


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Psychological oddities about  A BASIC TERROR I ONCE FELT   (still feel?) I dreamed of a black limo pursuing me.
The limo knew exactly where I was at all times.
It/she/he was the omniscient observer.
..............Genuine terror involved ---dreams of panther woman/ computer woman - ("paranoid
microchip" is the poem I wrote)
                   GUILT was part of the scenario...very much so ---guilt at arousal and
something in the black limo was going to punish.
                   TERROR - could terror begin with a baby in a bassinet and a burnt erection?


"Are you afraid of women?" SHE asked me.



YOU'RE AFRAID OF WOMEN  

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              Let's see - when I was one, barely conscious, my grandmother or the Victorian maid. I like to think it was

the Swedish maid that did it... that

burned the tip of my dick with something

hot, whenever I got an erection in the bassinet. Which was 

often.


          My mother ran hot and cold. She was either

warm and cuddly, or she was the hateful ice queen from the 

void of space.So that was sorta scary at times.

 

      There was a sister of mine who used to get loaded  and call the cops on me.When I hadn't even seen her that day, I'd get a message on my machine with her voice saying:


"THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU! YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE IT, THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU NOW!"

Now this caused a little consternation in my psyche regarding the intentions and general sanity of women --- at least the women I knew

 had me jailed on several different occasions.  I was drinking too much in those days and I was an easy target. The psycho bitch!

Locked up for sixty days to ninety days each time.... Once I was jailed for four months

in the summertime.

                 So I get a little resentful... and there's also a terror from beyond the stars that hits me every time I have intense sexual thoughts...

Here comes the hot poker again, I dream in my sleep. And this time I'm going to get it right between the balls before I'm awake... a burning coal right in the nuts... a real early morning surprise... Makes a fella nervous. Hell of a way to wake up.

Yeah, I'm afraid of women sometimes and  I'd be insane 

not to be. The horrible experiences I've survived (not so long ago),  the uncertainty of just when the attack will take place...

the uncertainties the mad mood swings and shifts of the female mind. It's hard to relax when  a naked woman is in the room - especially if she's armed.


Here's a little ditty that might help explain my

sometimes psychotic fear of the "weaker sex".


FOR EXAMPLE:

 

MY FIRST WIFE

My first wife  used a club on me,
My second wife she tried a dagger;
My third wife is working with attrition:
I think I'd better bag her;

I'll keep her in the basement,
Make her work real hard,
I'll let her see the sunlight,
When she's done her chores.
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        GRAIL ON HIGH HEELS

        __________________________

 

 

 

On the curb, he considers his options,
Which way to go into the day?
Following the courses of the city tides,
It is almost evening.

Neon lights are the moon
Of these streets,knowing no season,
The city will not  change its face;
It will continue in its grind and pace,
Consuming us.

He admits it.
He follows Lady through the trafficways:

“If not for her many faces I would
be wise to her.But she loses me always
I see her disappearing in her yellow dress
At Bay and Dundas. She smiles and waves at me.
She is the Goddess from eternal seas;

In the hips of every lady of the street,
I see Her breathe.  I need
Her pulse and breath. I need her ,
Though she gives so little to me;
I pursue her like's she's the holy

grail on high heels.


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Note: All joking aside, men and women, we all work together
shoulder to shoulder, all equal. We need the support of each other, as we go upon this journey into a more profound Consciousness and a more enlightened age.

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(C)2018 by W.G. Milne