the Story

I have an invisible friend. I gave/felt her name – Tiger-Saucy, of clan spicy-spark, by way of penetrating thought – that she/he/it had a kind of attitude. A more ancient age might have called “her” a “familiar” spirit.

I believe we all have familiar spirits, invisible. More than one if we pay attention. Their activity stands out in the deeps of night, when the worries circle ’round. Lots of names: double, doppleganger, shadow, djinn, ghost, fairy, … fears of manifold textures, who are actually our moon-light teachers. In the caves, and hidden lakes, filled with luminescent mushrooms, and bits of flying darkness, … bats in the belfry was used once upon a time.

I was born in 1940, lost my political virginity when I was fifteen. Lost hope on a long ago November. The better I understood the way the real world seemed to work – social Darwinism in action – the more foul it seemed.Its the “system” we complained. A world that did not behave, … it was not fair, there was no justice. Unless you were rich and powerful and did not care about anything but yourself.

I lived in the Berkeley-San Francisco magical school nexus for almost 14 years. Turned out I had a talent for the sacred secrets. Science with magic. A Mystery so amazing that there was room and imagination to build a moment, when over 7 billion human beings could crash their individual way against (or with) the world of the invisibles.

Got touched a couple of times, higher level familiars as it were. The Burning Bush, JC, His Mom, … They don’t mind the familiarity, or need worship actually. All of us humans are having a trial-to-the-wall, personal initiation. We live within, and as a contributing part of, a Divine Work of Art.

In the end of the Game of Thrones, a favorite character, makes a speech, regarding the meaning of all that has passed, and what is to come: His point is that the crucial element is the Story we tell.In end of the recent season of the Mallorian, the same bit of wisdom appears. It is not the dark-sabre that is the power, but the Story of how it was won that is the power.

Awhile ago I wrote about the “bad” being generated in the souls of all the younger generations … it was not so much the fear, that can be dealt with, … rather it was the theft of dreams. What dreams do the young have, given our present ways of seeing world events?

We make now the Story, ourselves, each time we inwardly reflect, or write or speak. There is no future but what we make. (Sarah Conner, Terminator movies)&&& Who do you fear? Why do you fear them? Do you know “them” in the particular? How do we act next? I feel rage against injustice, stupidity, avarice, lying, … in the general. If I met one of those ‘insurrectionists” as a person with a life of their own, … I wrote a tale about the use of “guns” as peaceful weapons: “Counting Coup” http://ipwebdev.com/hermit/coup.html

&&& Litany of Fear: Dune, Frank Herbert“I must not fear.

“Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

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