Thursday, February 12, 2009

Meditation 1 on The Cycle

Natural disasters are little understood things. We can guess at when they will strike, but we never know the precise hour, nor the exact direction and location, nor the intensity. Further, we may prepare for the disaster and still be surprised by its results. A tornado might spawn a fire. A quake or a flood might disrupt sanitation, giving foothold to all manner of disease.

So it is with disasters of the mind. Wherever some 50-greats grandfather sent out his tremor, generations shook; he passed his energy to those who followed, and followed, and followed, for a thousand, ten thousand years. Where is proximate cause? Tangled in the roots of our oldest memory.

Sometimes I catch a silhouette, and say, “Good day to you, grandfather; is that a knife, a gun, an army you wield? How is your hand present, who lived so long ago?” I get no answer, but see his shade; watching, listening, waiting.

Even the slightest shades are dangerous. This one may be but a match stick; yet amidst dry grass it is the herald of Death. Find these in the dark places that hide them so well; give them no shelter.

16 comments:

  1. The Cycle is a separate sequence of ideas than The Forge. In a linear sense, perhaps it comes after. I did not know when I would start publishing it until now. I suddenly feel the time is right.

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  2. Once upon a time some 20 years ago, I was told that I would be the end of negativity in the family line, and herald in a new joy for future generations. One of care, love and honour. I like to believe that I am well on my way _ as my children seem to display uncommonly wise and loving hearts. The shadow of those gone before still haunts me ... but i say "be gone!" there is no place for you here. No more weapon wielding shadows, to usurp me.

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  3. The shades till haunt us, they are the roots to our stems. Not sure about the linear bit, though.

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  4. Dave King - You are right I suppose. When I said this part is "next" in a linear sense, I think I meant as a logical progression of ideas. But then, it might only be organized that way in my mind; and my mind tends to look at things upside-down. From a temporal perspective, it can only be "first" because we agree that it arises from "a time long ago." Well this is why we write, I suppose - to work out and organize our ideas!

    Thank you for your comments.

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  5. I wish I knew how to shakes the shades -- mine are especially clamorous as they pass. So much expectation was put on me as a child prodigy that I constantly feel like I've let my ancient clan down, that instead of being its zenith, I am its nadir.

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  6. Hello Steph,

    I try not to feel responsible for my ancestors. Most of them are dead and can take care of themselves.

    As for expectations, other people's are hopelessly stifling. Set your own, and remember that falling short is how you learn to meet the next ones.

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  7. i guess it all comes down to being present- in the now. easier said than done for many, i know.

    Lisa x

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  8. This reminds me of a thing that was whispered between to men on the express train--I had the opportunity to listen to them. I think one of the gentlemen was a Rabi. He mentioned the "vibrations" and the manipulation of these vibrations--I believe you are doing this . I am interested in this dynamic Rab, pray, do expound as we proceed through the forest my kin!

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  9. Clay - this dynamic will emerge before the end of my 1999: Turquoise Eye retelling.

    If the man you overheard was a Rabbi, it is possible that he was using the term vibrations as a metaphor to describe alignment with the divine. There are many subsets of Kabbalistic writing, the body of which is too great to fit in a humble collection of pages such as this. But there has been cross-pollination between Jewish, Egyptian, Zoroastrian, Greek, (and more) philosophies. I personally have not been able to commit to one body of philosophy to the exclusion of all others; but as most Hermetics would agree, nearly all share some core truths.

    To enact lasting change is a profound thing, and it is among the higher arts we can aspire to in this life. Treat it with gravity.

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  10. On a humorous note, the spell-check desperately wanted to replace the word "Hermetics" with the word "Heretics."

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  11. Now that is funny!

    Rab, the things you write remind me of some things...some people I once knew...I will be checking out the book you spoke of from the library tomorrow, I read online about him and I think your right..I will be intrigued by his thoughts and ideas.

    As for this post, I believe there is an element of foresight and forethought needed to understand the nature of disasters of any type, and that is a quality I have found to be rare indeed in people.

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  12. What a riot--Heretics eh? You may begin to shoot arrows at me now if that is the case. Brilliant.

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  13. What a nice place you have here,dear Rab.I am taking my time exploring your pages.Love and smile from me,take care.Aleksandra

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  14. Clay - Ah well, everyone is a heretic from someone's perspective. Arrows? I thought you already had Cupiditis.

    AlekSandra - Thank you, and thank you for stopping in! I am glad to please.


    Now... we'll see if I end up posting this evening. Some projects of grave import have kept me occupied.

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  15. M'Lady Wings! You have dazzled me with the mystery of these kindred spirits... "remind me of some things...some people I once knew..."

    Are they wandering philosophers, I wonder, or perhaps a clan of mystics from the East? The possibilities are quite broad, I have to think.

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