We all tell ourselves stories. We tell ourselves stories to make sense of reality—to interpret the events that happen to us in some way that makes consistent sense. The only problem is, all of our stories are, at a certain level, absolute and utter bullshit. All of them. Why is that? Because all there is is awareness.
I’ve written some other articles on meditation in the past. This one, however, I am going to entitle “The Middle Pillar” meditation,Or if one prefers the Eastern style of meditation present in Buddhism and Hindu styles of religion. (It also shows up in the book or Revelations. Check out Joshua Tilghman’s blog for a detailed run down on that—here.)
In April, there was a lunar eclipse—April 25 to be exact. In May, the 9th to be exact, there was a solar eclipse. As it turns out, this pattern is fairly common. When there is a lunar eclipse, a solar one is not terribly far behind. This makes sense in terms of balance. What do these events mean from an astrological standpoint, though?
Nostalgia. The etiology of the word is thus: algia—pain. Nost—from the base word gnost–that is knowledge. When we unite the two together, we get “painful knowledge”. That’s a curious way of thinking of knowledge as knowledge on its own is “neutral”. It therefore must be the case that knowledge in this instance is being defined through an emotional lens—namely causing pain.
An often overlooked important piece of spirituality amounts to what I will call “hygiene”. Hygiene, in this sense, means exactly what it means in the everyday version of the word—keeping yourself clean. Clean from what? Energetic nastiness.
Righteousness is a word that gets thrown around often. It has a lot of baggage attached to it. If, for instance, I described you as a righteous person, would you take it as a compliment or an insult?
Most people see the word “righteous” through a Christian lens, owing to the many sermons where God was introduced as righteous. So righteous is this God in many sermons that people cannot possibly hope to approximate it. The basic idea is that people are so wretched that their only possible hope is to thrown themselves on God’s mercy—they aren’t righteous by any stretch of the imagination, and that’s that. It’s also a tremendous cop-out. It’s one of the things that makes religion in the Christian tradition operate at such a disconnect.
I hear a lot of talk about old/soul, young/soul dynamics. I have often been on the fence where this subject is concerned. The problem comes in at the point the word spirit enters the scene. A soul is more temporary than a spirit. A spirit is like the shiny little spark under a raincoat. The raincoat is more like the soul, and the soul connects to the body and manifests it according to the dints and dings of the soul. From the view of the spirit, however, the soul is temporary and is to be cast off. It’s a raincoat one wears for awhile, but then finds at some point they no longer have need of it.
I don’t watch much news, or read about politics all that often. I don’t do these things for one simple reason: I don’t care to have other people define my reality for me. What do I mean by that? Read on!
Over at this blog, writer Jon Rappoport discusses his views on reality being a psyop. A psyop is a fancy way of saying “government controlled operation designed to produce a specific psychological effect in a given population”. Rappoport discusses a friend of his referred to by the name of “Jack True”. This sounds suspiciously like a pseudonym, but the name is irrelevant. Evidently, Jack was working on hypnotherapy and finally gave it up because he noticed people who came into his office were already in a hypnotic state. He decided instead his job was to wake people up instead.
Most spiritual traditions advance the concept that one should structure one’s mind such that one does not judge. Why is this so? Because if one judges, one inadvertently judges themselves because they are acting from a place wherein they believe they have enough knowledge to comprehend a given action or situation–when they don’t. They only have a small piece of the cosmic puzzle.
However, that small piece is often enough to let us know that something ain’t right. In the Epistle of Jude in the Christian tradition, we find an interesting moment where Satan and Michael are evidently in a dispute over the body of Moses. Michael eventually tells Satan either “The Lord reprimand you”, or alternatively, “The Lord rebuke you.”. Why would Michael say something like this?
Two nights ago, I watched a really, really, really bad version of Hamlet that was parodied by Mystery Science Theater. It was a German version of Hamlet, to be exact, done in the sixties. On the heels of WWII, I guess that they thought it’d be a good idea.