One never knows, in the life lived consciously in the Unfolding of the Tree of Life, what will unfold and bud next. Flashes, images, come out of the blue (for me that’s how it usually happens) and you see or glimpse something so big yet familiar that you can’t help believing it, outrageous though it might seem in more common hours.
That, I think, is when the inner or higher self is getting a word in, and we are remembering what we came here for. Scary but nice, because it feels right, almost like coming home and finding that you are expected, after thinking one is a beggar and a vagabond in this life, ‘like a dog without a bone’ as the Doors say. But try explaining this to your lower self who has to pay the power bill!
So, to illustrate: at the Wow gathering and several times afterwards, in spite of the fog of pain caused by bad tooth karma (sugar has its price – you pay long-term more and more, and in the end perhaps with your life), I got that the ‘One Thing’ that I came into this life for was to explore and articulate the perennial wisdom of life, and in word artefact and deed, communicate it to others. To teach them how to be the true ‘wizards’ of their lives, find their ‘Staff’, the vertical axis, the Centre around which all the seeming magic can unfold, of meaningful action and creation in the world.
I have done a lot of the exploration (5 years of ‘official’ philosophy plus a lifetime of thinking and experiencing). I have also got a bit of the ‘artefact’ aspect done, with eutopia and carvings and medallions, and more recently the tree of life table and staff – or nearly done.
But I have sadly neglected the core things – the word and interpersonal deed.
Several times the vision of a school of some sort has emerged like a ruin in reverse from the unconscious where I apparently buried it for safekeeping. This time I am listening. Losing three teeth and being 57 can get your attention. They (C.S.Lewis and other theists) say that pain is God’s megaphone. I am now listening.
I will post again, this time about the vision I have seen of the School of Wisdom and wizardry (working title). Meanwhile, watch this space. More importantly, watch your own inner space, for omens and whisperings, visions of a ruin in reverse, rising out of the clutter of your common hours, the piles of bills, the mortgages and the credit card demands, and the endless ‘duties’ that conveniently distract you. What did you come here for? ‘Here’ being this body, this time and space, this theatre, this play. What is your script and part in the play? Clear away those bills and you might just find it. I dare you! (Speaking to myself of course.)