Ripples
In meditation, I often see ripples in a pool. They start at a point and move outwards as small waves. If the small wave meets an object, an interference pattern occurs. Thoughts are like ripples. They start with a focus. Something triggers that focus but then, if we are able to, the thought expands like a ripple moving ever outwards into the world having who knows what impacts out there. Words, words are sounds and sounds are waves too so when we speak, ripples move out from ourselves and those words can impact – not just those who hear them – but everything those sound ripples touch. Who knows what interference patterns result from our thoughts and words. Those wave forms or ripples that we all create oscillate all around.
Read More »Searching for Direction
As you may of noted, I haven’t really posted here for a while. I have been writing short and hopefully funny articles at my other blog but spiritually I am at an impasse. So much so, that I decided to own up to it, lay it out and see what people have to suggest – if anything. My problem is that I don’t know where to go next. I really fancy (I use that word deliberately) going in the direction of real magical practical work – evocation/invocation – but I am an amateur and so I seek a rock solid and reliable school to help me. On the other hand, I feel a certain calling from the Goddess and so I have looked at Wicca and Celtic paganism. Then as
Read More »A Phase
I commented somewhere recently – I am in a Goddess phase – and I really am. She is on my mind – I even had to write a poem about it. Today, I went down to the forest and, choosing a part of the path deep in the forest where a small stream passes, I called on Her. I lit and placed a small candle and left an offering. She was all around and everywhere. I have periodically dreamed of Her. She is the beautiful woman of my dreams. She is also the deep and strange fears that I harbor deep inside. More importantly, she is the inner me – my anima. She is every woman I meet. She is the temptress, the sexy vixen, the aloof and haughty woman,
Read More »Life is But A Dream
I recall singing that song when I was a small child and wondering what did it mean? – Life is just a dream? Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. But where did this come from and who wrote it? A bit of research suggests that the earliest printing of it was in 1852 but who wrote it and why seems lost in the mists of time. If anyone knows, please let me know… I thought life a dream when I was a child or rather, I thought it a game that I controlled. It was a sort of virtual reality (as it would be called now) and I was sat in a box connected to a machine that
Read More »The Mirage of Duality – I Am A Balance Worker
An article by Cameron Day appears to have caught the esoteric world on fire. Titled “Why I Am No Longer A Lightworker“, this article is well worthy of a read. His thesis basically is that both the dark side and the light side are actually the dark side and that this dualism was created by the evil demiurge to sustain itself through our energy. “What matters most to the demiurge is that we worship it or one of its agents, regardless if they are on the light team or the dark team,” he states. It isn’t the distaste for the dark side that is creating the discussion but his view that the ‘light’ is a false light and that any channeled higher entities and so forth are also following and
Read More »It’s In The Silence
It’s in the Silence So they say The loudness of the quiet day It’s in the Darkness I’ve heard said The brightness shining in my head It’s in the Void I was told And followed deep to behold It’s in the wind So it reads Not in your dry and powdered creeds It’s deep inside I know this You are the sought after bliss Its where you least expect to find it Hidden in plain sight Ears to hear and eyes to see Inside you will find the light
Read More »Magical Practice and Imagination
Sometimes the thought of meditating and conducting what amount to tortuous mental exercises is less than compelling. It takes effort, it is repetitive and you can go for weeks without any meaningful results. But there is no way out. You can’t learn magic from a book! It has to be via hours and hours of practice. Sometimes, I go for days without doing formal exercises instead practicing various things like pore breathing and so on in those moments when I have some time. After a while, I make a renewed effort to get formal again. The plain fact is, its pretty bloody tedious. The biggest part of magic is imagination. You simply have to be able to imagine and to see/feel/hear things that you imagine. One exercise I practice all
Read More »Imagining
Sometimes, in a meditative state, I have some impressions about imagination. I can barely explain in words what these are except to say that I get the strongest idea that if I could truly imagine something as really there, it would be and that this is how everything works. What is even stranger is that I often have a memory of being very young and being able to do this. I haven’t explained very well. I can’t. It is very frustrating though because it is a knowledge and a memory and then it’s gone again. It’s leaving is tinged with the sadness of knowing that I knew this/know this/can do this/did do this but have now forgotten how. I have also experienced this same sense of loss on waking up
Read More »Plumbing
I’m not sure what consciousness is and apparently scientists are clueless too but, I do know that I am conscious – most of the time. Consciousness is associated with the brain – I guess people would argue as to whether the brain is an instrument of consciousness or actually creates the illusion of it. I prefer to believe the former of course. However, if you really think about what we are we are just brains on sticks. The stick is the spine of course but that’s pretty much what we are right? A brain on a stick. The rest of it is plumbing and a sack to hold it all in. The problem is that occasionally, the plumbing goes wrong. It did for me. About 18-months ago, my plumbing had
Read More »The Measurement Problem
As a small boy, I recall quite often thinking and imagining that in reality, I was sat on a chair in a small room looking at a TV screen and controlling myself through a set of knobs and levers in front to me. In this dreamlike imagining, there were rows upon rows of these small rooms or booths each with an occupant managing their virtual life. Remember, I was thinking and dreaming this in the mid 1960’s before color TVs, computers, virtual reality and The Matrix movie. I mentioned this also in Inner Journeys: Explorations of the Soul. Additionally, at that age, I had not widely read any books and quite honestly, other than Watch with Mother, I hadn’t seen much TV either (in black and white on a box-like
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