Old School

Staring into the I of God

The sun is always rising -- its myriad rays pouring outward from the center toward the periphery, breaking out into all things visibly, and silently transmuting all that lives into mirror-images of their own brightness.
Every morning the sun reappears once more to regulate and nourish the generative pulse of life, exciting and uplifting all that lives to greater fulfillment, unfoldment and abundance.

In all the natural world there exists nothing that remains untouched by the light and warmth of the sun. Its plenary influence is diffused throughout the whole of the visible world, and, wheresoever it rises, its shining is always full and whole.

Every rising of the sun is the creation of a new world. The sun reveals itself, and thereby reveals all that lives within its light also.

The sun is so vibrantly, exuberantly alive that its mere presence in the sky is sufficient enough to bring the miracle of material life to blossom and fruition. The sun need simply be-- and uncounted billions of happenings immediately begin to flourish and abound. Its presence is prodigious enough to hold the Earth itself in its steady gravitational orbit, yet delicate enough to lift the sap in the tender veins of a leaf.


Sunlight reveals reality to us. It enables us to see as well as be seen. No matter where the gaze of our eyes may fall-- if we see any shape or color at all, we are beholding the light of the sun.

All matter is, in essence, condensed sunlight. Each and every aspect of manifest Creation is a frozen artifact of Light.

And what is Light?
--It is the visible manifestation of pure Consciousness-- both the generative combustion which continuously brings to birth the wide Universe, as well as the fevered ecstasy to which each and every atom in the physical Cosmos aspires.

Light is not only a fiery suffusion streaming forth from the sun and the other stars-- Light is a living Spirit manifesting Itself here and now as the material Creation.
We are beings of pure Spirit condensed into matter, pure Consciousness condensed into mind, pure Light condensed into beings of light.


How liberating it is, to know the Sun as God incarnate, to look God in the face every morning, to have God showering you with deific Light and Life every waking moment! This is a God who cannot be denied, debunked or disproved. Here is a God immediately accessible to all, who makes of every man a prophet, every woman a priestess. Here is a God that demands no sacrifices, to whom no one need pray …

Here is a God we have all known all along. Pray and worship as we might, our beseechings and oblations will never make the Sun shine brighter, or hotter, or rise sooner, or set later. … But we can know the physics by which He offers Himself lavishly; we can all understand Who and What He is, and thereby what we are. …

He gives all we could ever need or want, and gives incessantly, shining equally upon all, pouring Himself into each and every one of us… Our reverence for His Divinity only serves to make us more divine; our songs in praise of His Holiness only serve to make us more holy. Everything we do in service to Him immediately comes back to us, a thousandfold. … His Living Light is ever-present, always streaming forth inexhaustibly. He enjoys us even as we enjoy Him; it is He who walks this Earth in our every step; it is He who is both hidden and revealed in every face. …


There is but one Spirit, one Breath, one Life, one Energy pervading all the Universe -- LIGHT!

The original Impetus of conscious Life is here and now present everywhere just the same as it was in the beginning, in all things that live, no matter how great and small, near or far-- filling each inch of space and every moment of time, empowering the spin of the smallest electron the same as the revolution of the vastest stars!

Igniting Jupiter (part 3)

A golden beam of Light springs forth from my burning Heart and stretches across the horizon like a rope, narrow as the blade of a sword, but brilliant and bright as a diamond. … With ten thousand pairs of feet I go skywalking upon it, hastening headlong into the blinding white bottomlessness of Infinite Sky.

At the zenith suddenly I see You in total eclipse, outlined in shadow and silhouette … swathed in flickering lightning flashes and lacey fluttering wings of frolicking Fire. …

Long I gaze deep into your Shining … until, thrilled by a shock of recognition, I awake in You suddenly … and see Myself in your eyes!

Your many arms reaching forth, I take your hands in mine. ... With a fierce tongue of Fire You lick my Heart awake and open the thousand-petalled flower of my Mind.

I empty my Word into your Silence, my Everything into your Nothing, my Light into your Darkness.

Forever was never until now. Past and future are gone. All is Now.

I am You. You are Me.

wORDs are powER

SW 8 - 35:11

It would make sense that the pioneers would be solitary beings as you've just described them. They would feel like outsiders, and obviously it would make sense, because they're in the minority, but it also makes sense as part of their upbringing, their conditioning, that they would grow up in an environment in which they felt alienated and estranged, because that would be part of their function anyway, would be to go into strange lands where they're not recognized, and where they don't recognize anything, and not to be discouraged by that feeling of being, you know, isolate and alone.

In psychology we talk about when young children are in environments that they don't feel they can connect to, they're not finding a connection, they will go off into the archetypal realms, and they will create a relationship with those realms and they will create their own personal god, and their own personal messiah complex as a way to have something to relate to, and when I say create, I don't mean that they're just making it up in their minds. They are connecting to something that's real but they're not necessarily ready to understand what it is. So they're actually creating their own, projecting their own version of it in order to find a refuge within that relationship, and so then that defines them thereafter, and so these are the children who then grow up with these very, they may be autistic in the sense that they're not socially very confident but in their inner life they got these very grandiose versions of reality and of themselves, not necessarily deluded but they're kind of out of whack with their personas, with their public selves.

Is that how you feel, like your inner reality is out of whack with your external reality?

Well, I think that really, a good way to say it would be, my inner reality is out of whack with everyone else's external reality in which I'm immersed. I mean, I do what I do, I've always been the black sheep, and I just kind of forge my own path, and do what I want to do, but when I set foot out the front door, I don't consider it to be my world, it's not my country, it's not my city.

Sure, but it's your reality isn't it, you can look at it on the level of sociologically or mechanistically you didn't create the society, you didn't have a hand in the way society had come about but then again you could look at it from the point of view of consciousness and that you're shaping your experience of that reality through your consciousness just like a lucid dream from that point of view you have created your reality you've ended up where you've ended up the circumstances of your reality are all the products of the decisions that you've made.
　

Igniting Jupiter (part 2)

From time to time I feel You pursuing Me, your Voice whispering to Me in the Wind … near to Me as a touch upon the skin, familiar as the Face I wore before I was born.

I wander here, there, everywhere. … I lose myself among starry-eyed peasants and poets, feisty pioneers and hotblooded dreamers … slowly gathering Myself together --bit by shining bit, piece by glimmering piece --slowly recognizing Who I Am, slowly remembering Me.

Now and then I see You roaming the woodlands and the marketplace and the sunlit beach … trying to find Me out there somewhere, here and there recognizing fleeting, flittering glimpses of Me.

It was You, your Voice that called Me out of the Trees aeons ago … it was You who at Ice-Age’s end summoned Me out of the Caves. …
It was You who stood before Me unseen in the days of the Pyramids … it was the promise of finding You that beckoned Me from far across the Seas.

For You I push the plow and gather corn; for You I bend my sunburned back to lift into place heavy stones. …
I gather and huddle together with You against the wind and the rain; I strike flint into Fire for You-- sharpen bone and stone to axehandle and blade.

For You I build pyramids and temples, shrines and palaces lavish with light, and standing stones stood end-wise to the Sun. …

For You I lower my head and hand to the Book I write … in flights of anguish and ecstasy hewing new Words and meanings all day and night … slowly remembering You, slowly remembering Me-- slowly unraveling the Mystery of how We Two may at last be made One.

Long have I waited for You. Long have I dreamed of You … as old as the dreams of the Earth have been my dreams of You. …

For You I wake and rise. For You I live and die.

For You I light a Fire in the Sky.

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The thing about the Mother is if she doesn't surrender and sacrifice herself for the well-being of her children at the time, then she becomes a negative mother, a Gorgon. She drinks alcohol while I am in the womb, she doesn't breastfeed me, and she is not a present mother. She is half the time drunk, the other half insane. She is not what you'd call a good mother. I don't regret or resent the kind of mother that she was, but I don't have any illusions about it either. She doesn't either. She's not able to let go of being a mother because she feels that she screwed up, so her regret is causing her to hold on to that... but now it's too late to make amends, and it's not really necessary either.

What the Mother needs to do now is be exactly what we need her to be, which is not a mother but a warrior... To meet her death standing tall and looking forward without flinching and without clinging... To show her children how it's done... to surrender to the power of Pluto and be transformed.

Whether she's going to do this or not depends, to some extent, on how much we can let go of that part that is bonded to her. That part will dissolve into nothingness in time for a greater dissolution to come.

Igniting Jupiter (part 1)

Naked I come into the world, and naked I go.
Out of my cave I rise, and step forth into the sunrise. ... Beneath me the stars slip into the sea.


I grow a long beard and sit atop the mountain, knowing its secrets well. I hear things no one else hears; I see things that no one else sees.
I read the book of the river, its pages of stones and trees. All day, all night I hear the dead murmuring with their mouths full of sand.
In my heart is a hidden fire; it burns a hole in the midst of the mountain.


I walk twisting paths; I go round and round in coils, leaving a meandering trail in the dust. I dance the dance of the mad, whirling, twirling, burning. ...
The wind uplifts me like smoke; golden-haired flames lick my bare body like serpent tongues, twining around the caduceus of my spine like the mouth of a woman in love.


The heavens are full of eyes— eyes of water, eyes of flame.


Where are You?