Humanity is already United via the Covid-Mystery

Imagine that the mycelium networks that everywhere are physical/material … these are manifestations of the simultaneously interconnected world of thought. As Above, So Below.

When the Mystery ignites this order of Shared Trial, while this Rite is common in general form, for each individual It is Unique.

The Path to the Future is through the Gateways of the Past. Each evolving spiritual spark has their own destiny, and the Ancient Earth Religion of where spark was born, and/or lives now, has all the needed stories.

A Christian Shaman sings this Way:

The Mother has the Whole Word in His Hands. He of not-Peace, but a Sword, Who is presently baptizing all through fire and holy breath. He lives in the thought world, today, being crucified on the cross of the religion of scientific materialism.

Each Spark is a manifesting locus of the Mystery. We generate the thoughts with which we burden ourselves, through not understanding – in practice – Judge Not.

Every nature that exists, exists because the Mystery has blessed it into continual becoming. Law sang the Hebrews. Love sang the Christians. Surrender sang the Muslims … one religion, not three.

The previous world disappeared in Water, and this world will disappear in Fire. Living through the Dying and Becoming of “Western” Civilization is not for the faint hearted.

If there is to be wonder, grace, comradeship, and understanding, that Garden belongs to each spark to cultivate within the reach of the own will.

The Globe of Existence is alive everywhere. What we dream to find in the stars, is right next door, … a path back to communion-with the wild lands, of Faerie and the Fae.

The Mother loves into being what we call gravity. A minor matter of She Who is also Rogue Weather, The Four Horseman, and the Gate of Death.

The Son loves into being Life, Light, and Breath. Mother moon-magic, Son sun-magic. Father, the Original Maker, is Matter: It matters to me for Matter to be, and that I to Matter do matter.

That aspect of our lives, which we might call Divine Providence – there being nothing random in the Great All – is continual personal teaching. While we are all the right people in the right place at the right time, each act of kindness is its own original flower.

Trust the Mystery, They trust us.

Humanity is already United via the Covid-Mystery

Imagine that the mycelium networks that everywhere are physical/material … these are manifestations of the simultaneously interconnected world of thought. As Above, So Below.

When the Mystery ignites this order of Shared Trial, while this Rite is common in general form, for each individual It is Unique.

The Path to the Future is through the Gateways of the Past. Each evolving spiritual spark has their own destiny, and the Ancient Earth Religion of where spark was born, and/or lives now, has all the needed stories.

A Christian Shaman sings this Way:

The Mother has the Whole Word in His Hands. He of not-Peace, but a Sword, Who is presently baptizing all through fire and holy breath. He lives in the thought world, today, being crucified on the cross of the religion of scientific materialism.

Each Spark is a manifesting locus of the Mystery. We generate the thoughts with which we burden ourselves, through not understanding – in practice – Judge Not.

Every nature that exists, exists because the Mystery has blessed it into continual becoming. Law sang the Hebrews. Love sang the Christians. Surrender sang the Muslims … one religion, not three.

The previous world disappeared in Water, and this world will disappear in Fire. Living through the Dying and Becoming of “Western” Civilization is not for the faint hearted.

If there is to be wonder, grace, comradeship, and understanding, that Garden belongs to each spark to cultivate within the reach of the own will.

The Globe of Existence is alive everywhere. What we dream to find in the stars, is right next door, … a path back to communion-with the wild lands, of Faerie and the Fae.

The Mother loves into being what we call gravity. A minor matter of She Who is also Rogue Weather, The Four Horseman, and the Gate of Death.

The Son loves into being Life, Light, and Breath. Mother moon-magic, Son sun-magic. Father, the Original Maker, is Matter: It matters to me for Matter to be, and that I to Matter do matter.

That aspect of our lives, which we might call Divine Providence – there being nothing random in the Great All – is continual personal teaching. While we are all the right people in the right place at the right time, each act of kindness is its own original flower.

Trust the Mystery, They trust us.