Messages from the Maelstrom #6: Dream Transcendence

Ritual, Unconscious, & The Mirror Child. A sermon for the disposessed from planetfrog ------------ Transmission V Dream Transcendence; The exploration towards the One. Time unbound, the circle of all creation machines the experience of hyper dimentional self. The body, the infinite space suit of physical form, is the slowest manifestation of creation our eyes perceive, and so we attach to it. But who are we? We the identity are constantly seduced by the form, and yet by becoming so are the epitomy of Life immitating Art, and Art immitating Life. Locked within the perceived dimension of the physical form our sense of identity reflects this ever persistant aspect of reality, and as we deepen the attachment, we co-create a reality based on our perception of reality as opposed to what actually Is. This seduction is necessary for the perpetuation of form, however, like holding up a mirror to a mirror, it is the light which refracts infinitely between the two that ultimately shapes the definitions we perceive. Where Mirrors Meet Somehow, it is therefore the illusion we are seduced to accept; that temporary manifestation of mirrors reflecting on mirrors. And so around which we revolve, Forever caught with the sense of the Other, and by our inablitity to comprehend the sense of an opposing duality give rise to an unconcious. There, in our dreams, and the nuances of our conversations, humour, and fractured moments of self-doubt, our unconcious resides like a neglected child, and a child we fear for showing us up. Particularly in moments of collective ritualised behaviour, we find the child acting "inappropriately", because of this neglect. The ritualised moments of collective behaviour create an opening for deeper repressed aspects of ourselves to emerge, due to the safety of knowing that it will fall upon the acceptance of the group and be absorbed as part of the ritualistic mentality. Hence why children often at the "worst" of times speak the truth. This is the emperors new clothes. Inappropriate behaviour, is a cry for help from the neglected child who seeks balance. It is a question projected into the infinite seeking response, regardless of whether the answer is met with silence, punishment, or empathy. Yet what is "inappropriate" is really an aspect of the governing reality applying its own expectations upon that which it has no will to understand. Ironically then, to the isolated child, even insults become infectiously appreciated. That which seeks to kill, seeks to be killed, if killing is inappropriate. From the unconcious it is the request for its own recognition. And through the looking glass And yet, the illusion is thus; for even the assumptions that define the norms of a collective ritual, are infact themselves only based on the response to the unknown. What is unknown, cannot be experienced, therefore all aspects of unknowingness become a natural fear-response which is reinforced, which in turn propels the life of the ritual. Each manifestation of life is its own ritual-generator which by its nature seeks to expand its roots into the surrounding infinity. By locating others within a like-resonance who exude similar ritual forms, they by their own volition unite, transform, and create multi-dimensional rituals, shared not purely on the basis of physical manifestation but on thought creation, co-creation. These thought forms exist beyond the perceived physical, like entities with their own fears, agendas, and expectations. As their sustinance ceases to be based purely on an individual physical requirement, but on the collective resonance of the group maintaining it, it becomes a seemingly supernatural force, shaping the understandings, experience, and behaviour of the group and individual in a form of bio-feedback. -------------------------------- So we, the collective soul born of ritual, find ourselves when the meaning of the ritual has run its course, in half-forgotton truths, and blizzards of confusion. And this is natures pull towards ever greater layers of self realisation. For those unable to adapt to the confusion seek refuge in tighter and tighter artifacts of sub ritual. Ritual, like anything in the eyes of the observer, lives and dies in sleep. The eternal sleep, that moves like the shifting of the sand-dunes, ebbs and slows, undulates and swells, like a great river , deep in time. It is natures way, in the yawn of self awareness to slip silently from above to below. Like an ocean we lap at the shores of reality, in rage, in humour, in analysis, in desire, seeking for something to grasp, and yet all there is to grasp is ourselves. For we are the ocean, and every droplet so perfectly formed, is but a synthesis of itself, and all of creation. In the beauty of recognition, comes the reflection of self. In the despair of isolation, is the beauty of sleep. Nothing is lost but illusion itself, from which we attach, or choose to detach according to our will. The language of creation pervades the soul of all living things, driven like a leaf buffetted by the winds of time. Following its course, from genesis to death. And yet inbetween these truths, some leaves flutter not willingly to the ground. There are those that defy gravity, picked up by the breath of the infinite One and carried to great heights as those of us from below watch entranced as if in disbelief by the accidental adventure. How can it be, this tradgedy of impossibility where life meets death in one so divine? Nothing, but Everything Changes Peace

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