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… ‘remember us,’ the body implores …

I don’t belong to a tribe that has all the answers. As a hermit, to witness and deeply sense world pain (Weltschmerz,) is pervasive. When collective and personal anxieties grip, I sometimes slow or even hold my breath. I may feel angry, confused and helpless in the face of human stupidity and ignorance.

Frequently, my dear little palace, our muscles stiffen. You might assume I’m deserting you, don’t care for you. And, true, I often neglect your needs. You/we crave flow, movement, beauty, harmony, sunshine, tasty food, loving attention. You like nights, the slowing down of our busy senses and the relaxation of our organs.

When tension prevails, and our rapport is fractured, then all lofty wisdom and advice seems pointless, I can’t just switch off, since I consider it my duty to witness the virtual show of the horrific things that happen in the world.

However, my precious palace, I attempt to repair our rapport with a little bed-time ritual … I massage your feet, and each toe. All toes have names and I talk to them. I gently rub your belly; I rotate and massage your neck, and experiment with various sleeping positions until you/we are comfortable. And I call on the one and only being, the spirit of guidance.

It’s presently my best effort to maintain sanity.

https://courseofmirrors.com/tag/body/  timeline on posts re: the body.

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… I don’t know …

in truth I am two

one inside and one outside

a mirror between

 

of late – I don’t know –

has become my daily chant

a mantra – almost

 

does our ONE earth too

have a crack down the middle?

what’s it like this place?

shared with an alien

no story will be alike

which does not surprise

we are all aliens

to ourselves and the other

a diversity

which can’t be controlled

by factions who invest in

power as they might

the ideal of ONE

is an enigma veiled by

a mysterious station

beyond birth and death

or where time shortly pauses

between each new breath

love that inspires

the yearning for one being

weaves through the unseen

yes, my chant is sad

but wings forever unfold

hello horizon …

Winding the clock back to before events were recorded in writing and ordered along linear timelines, folks across the globe unified their beliefs through countless symbolic creation myths, none the same, and much more fun than any Big Bang theory, which, in any case, must surely relate to only one among many big & small bangs. Since record-taking, everything supposed to have happened has been arranged around a spine and neatly ordered, chaos tamed into a clearly delineated map of history. It is a beautiful logical structure, mirroring the cosmos, nature, plants, the human body, the brain.

The concept that all is one in eternity and everything in the universe connects to everything else is ancient, if difficult to uphold in daily life. And here comes our century with its digital multi-perspectives. Bones are loosened from the spine and make a mess of our time map. The neat rules of cause and effect science has used to build reliable calculations are re-shuffled into surreal dreamlike possibilities, while we cling uneasily to our everyday three dimensions.

Information is spinning so fast that old beliefs drop into vast seas of information (energy,) so turbulent; we must decide where to place ourselves and chart new destinations. Think uncertainty principle – position of particle – momentum of wave. Solutions waver. What does humanity want? What is its purpose, its vision?

The deep sea of information, like the unconscious psyche, is tossing unpalatable errors of judgement into the light, dark stuff, requesting acknowledgement and inclusion, personally and collectively.  My – I don’t know – mantra resist all stale answers and advice, other than inklings from the spirit of inner guidance.

Within the ONE innumerable realities exist together … heartlands of strangeness seeking ever new formations. It intrigues and troubles me that the escalating complexities of life might result in social decisions being assigned to data crunching artificial intelligence devices. Our roots might shrivel. Where would we be without the stories drawn up from the inner worlds of the imagination. I wrote about it here:

P L Travers says … nothing is truly known until it is known organically … this chimes for me. There’s even a hint as to the why of human existence.

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