The Tree as Symbol in the Song of the World

The Tree as Symbol in the Song of the World

musings out of Pagan Anthroposophy

Easily the most important way to study is to look at trees themselves. Spiritual literature is full of names given to this expression of the divine in the material world, but words are not the same as seeing, touching, planting, harvesting, taking shelter, home for critters, … the endless Way of the Tree to Speak/Sing without words.

The Mother of All does not need words to Tell Her Stories. She is a Source of the Word. As in, “She has the whole world in His Hands”.

The first grandmother-tree I learned to converse with (see picture one) was often a help. A tree is – in a way – a thought of the Father manifested by the Son. In this link I tell my story of this encounter [a grandmother tree appears “dead”, which allows it to be a locus of spiritual beings – no longer having to “grow”- but rather they just get to Be.]

She “worded” very slowly in that aspect of the garden of the heart’s mind that learns to listen to the speaking of trees. Tolkien’s Ents were slow thinkers, taking long pauses between phrases during the Entmoot in Fanghorn forest, initiated by Treebeard.

Tree huggers, druids, … in Star Wars VIII an ancient tree is set afire, the fire a sign of something ancient dying, on its way to being reborn

Trees bridge Sky and Earth. The Tree itself is part of a larger organism, which Gelbert Grohmann called: The Plant, in his two volume study. Link to those books here:…

The “Plant” is a kind of life-process, manifested by entities out of Faerie, as are the Stone People, the Winds, the Four-legged, and the Winged. Whether an ancient wind-formed pine, or what grows on cheese, and from which we made penicillin, the Plant is not just beauty, but medicine as well.

A recent addition to the lore of trees came through the character Groot (see picture two), as revealed in “Guardians of the Galaxy”. Also the fearsome teaching Tree voiced by Liam Neeson in “A Monster Calls” (see picture three).

“Stranger Things” involved dangerous tunnels, full of roots, and darker creatures. “Annihilation” involves the “shimmering”, and a passage through that “barrier?” into a world where chaotic growth was fueled by other-world entities.

The collective imagination is haunted by premonitions of the return of the magical and mystical gates to the Underworld, to Faerie.

Then there is “climate change”, rooted in fears, themselves rooted in human history, that can be expressed this way: Human beings will fuck things up. Guaranteed. While this will not calm all souls, the fact is that the Mother rules all weather, as She does the four horseman, and, the gate of death.

All over the Mother (our Planet) then is a sphere of growth, from seed, to root and stalk, and flower and fruit. Below is the realm of the Stone People, then the Tree/Plant People, wherein are places for the four-legged and the winged to frolic and be cared for.

We are to be the stewards of this sphere of life. Why? We were given hands, uprightness, and speech. We too are a “shape/sign” in the wordless Speech of Existence.

I have been blessed for the last seven years to have a forest begin just twenty feet outside my study window. Since moving here I have been aware of a local grandmother tree (seemingly dead, stark of leafless limb, glorious in pose). Mostly she (Dryads, are the traditional name, and imply a feminine nature) can barely be seen.

One late afternoon I was sitting in my office, and felt the want of going and taking a picture from the deck, and there she was, illuminated in the sunlight of a sun heading for rest. (see pictured four). In picture five we see her in darkness and shadow.

In the totality of the yard and forest, she stands in between the arbor-vitae trees planted by the developers, and the forest. A kind of bridge between human activity, and the Mother’s Way of doing things when left to Her own devices. Note the expressions/gestures of the limbs.

Trees are very good friends, and miss our conversations. Yet, we have to be the ones that reach out. We have to want to go Home, back to the Garden, … the prodigal children on their way to a fairy feast.

For a much longer dissertation on humans and the world of the Plant, there is this:…/the-return-of-the-w…/Like

the Judith von Halle Mystique-Mistake

The Judith von Halle Mystique-Mistake.

When Rudolf Steiner died, the core folk leading the Anthroposophical Society and Class fell into conflict. Within ten years folks had been booted out of these communities, and National Societies had left/been forced-out of the dying social form.

The is no greater fact revealing the failure of the Christmas Conference than this.

Following World War II, the National Societies reunited, and recently some of the folk official excluded have received apologies (although being already dead doesn’t make this act particularly meaningful). A special point of fact that needs to be noticed here is that these past confusions still have advocates saying that matters done in past have left lingering undesirable effects (e.g. the Constitution crisis, and the lawsuits in Swiss Courts that the Vorstand lost).

This reunification has more to do with “office politics” than it does with spiritual inspiration.

In the intervening years two spiritual tragedies befell the Michael Impulse at the level of the Society. One involved the degradation of the meaning of the term “Anthroposophy” from its essence concerning developing our own spiritual freedom before the concept/idea; and, the second the breaking down of the social barriers that needed to exist between the Society and the Christian Community. For details see Lecture Six, Awakening to Community, and therein the significance of the Reverse Cultus.

Today Anthroposophy is treated and spoken of as a “spiritual philosophy”, which means a point of view whose components are the writings and lectures of Steiner. This content we call Spiritual Science comes from a method of thought, and that method is itself what Anthroposophy is. Method (How), not content (What).

Ahriman&Lucifer won the spiritual war in Europe. In the debris of that war there arose, as the Millennia turned, various cults of personality, whose adherents often would not and could not talk to each other. Prokofieff, Judith von Halle, Ben-Aharon, Tomberg, and right now Are Thoreson.

This has little to do with these individuals and their spiritual gifts, and more to do with folk who – having given away their free-thought to Steiner-said – now replace that confusion with an unquestioning belief that their current hero has it right.

Again, this is understandable. Perhaps even a natural necessity in the growth of anthroposophical Spiritual Science on its way to truly becoming a participant in the dire events connected to the passage from the 2nd to the 3rd Millennium.

We lose sight of method, and look to others for their gifts to feed our need for spiritual knowledge and understanding.

Sadly, in raising them up, we put ourselves down. We make others be a needed living connection to the Divine Mystery, at a cost of ourselves finding Our Way to the Source Itself, via some understanding of the inherent music scored in words: The Philosophy of Freedom.

People eating the thoughts of others, without the right methodological tools, tend to find another mind to adore, rather than their own.

Thomas Taylor, a neo-platonist savant of the romantic period of recent European culture, wrote a book: “The theoretic arithmetic of the Pythagoreans”. He argued that our systems of education, in emphasizing the use of “arithmetic” for accounting and surveying, without some time spent in the “theory” aspects, disables students. How? By not letting the student realize inwardly the nature of number, geometry, and beyond, they keep from their students the understanding that:

These lofty ideas come from the human mind. The human soul generated them, and through the study of these lofty ideas the student begins to recognize in their own mind its natural wealth.

A similar symptom is found among anthroposophists, when they mistake the content as the essential matter/riddle, … whatever. The method gets lost mostly because the social leaders of the Society and Friends don’t practice, or attend to, Steiner’s first four books: GA-1 to GA-4.

The word Anthroposophy losses its central meaning as method, to become the content. In the absence of folk who succeed in this practice of Steiner’s science of knowing, the hunger for more of the product finds what appears to be living sources. At which point these folks gather around a personality that either has actual special talents, or at the very least these personalities have a “following” that believes so.

Adherents become preachers of the new truth, as it comes from books – mostly. Like St. Paul, they teach of the teacher, and assert their capacity to know the teacher is right. Important. Almost not human, such as the idea/pedestal – of her stigmata and not needing to eat – are signs from God’s Grace, that surround JvH, making H(sic)er, worthy of unquestioning belief.

That too is a habit rooted in the similar worship of RS. All that has changed is that a more contemporary personality has become the axis of fixation.

Suppose, for the moment, there exists among the anthroposophical folks and friends, an oddity. Someone who refuses to accept the general failure among Steiner-speakers to know that the essential of Anthroposophy – its core/ground – is of inner freedom before the concept/idea.

Not just that, but that same someone has a life also marked with talent-signs. Some Thrones once told him he had been St. Matthew at the time of Christ, and George Washington more recently. An angel dropped in the name of Clara Barton during an all night session of dialogues.

After the 6th Buddha dies, his/her first incarnation – one of 49 coming incarnations – nearly one each Century over a 5000 year period – this first incarnation is as Socrates.

Folks have wondered about St. Paul, and his story of being blinded on the Road to Damascus, where he came then to direct experience of Christ. A rather remarkable sign.

In this other persons case, there are more than a half-dozen such events, on the “Damascus” scale of being “touched” by the divine. It is more like our soul is a kind of flute, and on occasion an Immortal plays tunes on it.

Obviously I speak of myself, while wondering where is my cult of personality?

Steiner said he would be followed by another, who would become the great teacher of the Christ Impulse in the epoch of the Consciousness Soul. In point of fact, I incarnated in this physical/astral/ethereal body, when it was 31 years old. I’m volunteering. Where the fuck are my acolytes?

Truth to tell, most of them are invisible. Being as I am among those on the leading edge of the current stage of the evolution of consciousness, other-presence likes to be with me when I write. Has for years. Interestingly enough they are here now, mostly wondering what the heck is this dude going to say or do next?

At least folks can buy my books. Or not. You can visit my: “Aethereal Cave of a white-privileged, Christian, son of Montana, American citizen, shaman, and, professional heretic”.

Or, read the writings on my CV:

Yesterday was Jan. 22, the 278th anniversary of George Washington’s birth. A few years ago I wrote a poem: the George Washington Blues

the undertow of great events

The addiction to wealth and power leads to madness. To want to travel in those circles is also madness. To be born to wealth and power is a fate worse than death. How do you learn to strive if everything is given?

Families swimming in the seas of wealth and power are in shark filled waters. Their best friends and neighbors often covet what these families have. Every servant is untrustworthy. Danger lurks in all places of shadow.

To live in this world – as the “poor” live – is to live in a place where the insane “seem” to be in control. Kings, queens, presidents, sheikhs, CEOs, … to rule is a trap, because these mad ones can never slake their hungers.

Be thankful for your seemingly mundane and boring life, with its illness, ungrateful children, difficult lovers, and unappreciative bosses.

Down at the bottom of the money ladder there is mystery.

The poor shall be with us always, He said. And, then there is the Beatitudes … which does not say blessed are the mad. Plus, something about how it is easier to get a camel through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to get into heaven.

If we attend to the major narrative about the Trump-mess, we might notice that nobody who is in service to the rich and lordly, is going to be called to testify in the halls of madness and fractious lies.

We watch a sad play, only really epic in the minds of the contestants. Meanwhile, when does the evening News remind us of all the teachers, police officers, health care workers, soldiers, and parents, who went to work – whether sick or not – during the hearings, to keep the Country running.

If it wasn’t for the folks on the bottom, the ones on the top would have no one over which to feel superior.

wandering in the conceptual jungles of psyche-speak

There can be serious misconceptions held by the person whose “feelings” are the core “symptom”. So when someone describes themselves as sad, glad, mad, or bad, what the actual objective state of the psyche is may be infected with how our culture has taught us to see ourselves.

Modern folk have – to speak kindly of the effects of scientific materialism (only matter, no spirit) – psychological unhealthy stories.

Resolving that complex knot of thought, which views the brain as the vehicle of agency for example, is not easy. Having personal empirical knowledge of our own psyche is essential, but the materialistic tales have to be metabolized as it were. Our culture needs to digest scientific materialism, and wonder at the wisdom of aboriginal peoples, and their healer/shamans who know the spirit is involved, and … and what?

We have to up our game in terms of allowable metaphors for our inner life. Art actually is best at this, bridging as it does the assumed chasm between science and religion. The task is not about returning to old myths, but about finding the new explanatory myths, belonging to the age of scientific materialism and technology.

Having worked for over 18 years in the trenches of mental health, and having many inner states, including “depression”, to wrestle with, I ended up writing …. a lot.

Lets just say that the battle of little red riding-hood, with respect to wolves and grandmothers and deceptions can all be applied to aspects of psychological growth and trials. I’ve also found reading “the Sibling Society” and “Iron John”, by the poet Robert Bly helpful.

then there is this: “The Slow Regard of Silent Things”, a serious wonder by a great writer of so-called “fantasy” fiction. Amazon carries it in paperback, hardcover, kindle, and audio.
Here are some links to too much to read, but just in case …

after nap musings

in the way back long ago when before … before when-ago’s longed to run the back way into the infinite … spirals in mobius strip time, flowers in space, and trees made of light, all dancing to the music of existence, the one (Father) and the many (Mother) were always a whole (Child) …. the childhood of humanity is endless …. do we think gods want to grow up?

In my second childhood now, always a kind of myth, but no longer … didn’t you want, in the past, to have your former self know what your present self did then … second childhood is like that, we live, and we know a lot of stuff …

we ignore social rules, for they remain just as vacuous as we knew when we were eleven ….

we become highly skilled in avoiding work, and all manner of illnesses and weakness become a virtue for the excuses they offer …. lazy is an art, and a kind of play …

we have learned how to be affectionately crabby, without creating chaos, … a few what the fucks and/or god-damn-its usually brings a want in folk to quiet us, and sooth us ….

and, we know we deserve it, we earned it the hard way, having survived having children … in my case five, and even a dozen presidents …

a hobby is a good way to create a space no one dares screw with, and it is easy now to look like we are busy … with luck we might choose a hobby that lets us play all the time ….

head phones even can get rid of noise, not just make it … Amazon delivers … wonderful chairs have motors … electronics have remotes, we – with some justification, can just laze around, nap when we like, and even fart and not have to apologize ….
Yes, it can be worse, .. illness may reduce us to such dependency that we might wish to die … that choice should be ours and no one else’s … we earned it …

we also earned our politics, our religion, and our loves&hates … I don’t like fruit … beansprouts …. pointless conversation, modern music or fashion … I think we need to kill the bankers first, and watch the lawyers then run around trying to look useful instead of always in the way …

there is a texture of the end of the world to our time … I don’t buy it, having seen worse … if fact, in my not so humble opinion, there are a lot of stupid people, who might be less active and menacing if we just let they have the drugs they want as long as they leave the rest of us alone …

if we have problems that are collective, the main one – to any sane survivor to old age – is the war between the sexes. Doesn’t make what your race, religion, level of wealth, or even your newly discovered beyond female and male sexes, … everyone wants love, and love is easier to give … and hard to accept …

besides the complete eradication of bankers and lawyers and politicians and preachers, we mostly need to party …

in the time of lurking chaos, eat, drink, and be merry seems a most credible philosophy of life

the role of sentiment in film arts, a review of Star Wars IX, The Rise of Skywalker

The Role of Sentiment in Film Arts, a review of Star Wars IX

The Rise of Skywalker

J. J. Abrams co-wrote and directed this, the last of nine Star Wars films following the basic Saga, which began in 1977, and was labeled Star Wars IV. Star Wars III came out in 2005. The films got made in this order: first Star Wars IV, V, and VI. Then Star Wars I, II, and III. Then Abrams does the reboot of the franchise, Star Wars VII, in 2015.

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He also did a reboot of Star Trek in 2009.

He was born on June 27th, 1966. That fall, when he would have been a couple of months old, the first Star Trek TV show debuted. In 1968, he might have been all of three when Kubrick’s 2001 is released and blows up all our concepts of space and art.

He’s 11 in 1977 when Lucas’s Star Wars becomes one of the first mega blockbusters, along with Spielberg’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

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He is 13 when Ridley Scott births the Alien franchise in 1979. He is 18 when James Cameron delivers the first Terminator movie in 1984.

In 1993, Spielberg delivers Jurassic Park, and CGI gives birth to realistic dinosaurs. Imaginative film making (visual story telling) was evolving and both Lucas and Cameron are responsible for serious innovations at a technological level

Abrams also did Super 8 in 2011, and made the main characters children, a feat Spielberg began, and which has been very well imitated in TV’s recent Stranger Things. Early adolescent heroes are central to what these film arts seek to express. They need to be put in dangerous situations, and survive, often on their own wits and courage.


Because Abrams remembers the thrill of movies that visually astound. I certainly have not forgotten the rush that came in the first Star Wars, when the Millennium Falcon jumped to hyperspace.

Disney makes movies for children. Disney bought Lucas Film for four billion, half in cash, the other half in stock. Adults forget how to go to see this type of film art. It is not for the intellect, but for the heart.

I first became aware of a kind of defect in film criticism, when one of my favorite movies was The Postman, based on a novel by David Brin, starring Kevin Costner, and critics hated it.

That film asked for sentiment from its audience. Sentiment about an idea of all things. About America and the freedom we yearn for – and seem to have lost, … almost even in our dreams. A lot of people today form calluses on their hearts, live in a kind of faux cynicism, having been disappointed too much by life. The Postman was about hope, and its main character is something of a fool.

Recently the America film auteur Martin Scorsese was arguing, in public no less, that modern movies – like the Marvel franchise – are not really cinematic art. His recent contribution was another film about thugs and criminals, staring his favorite actors. These people do not deserve to be romanticized, and have that work call itself art. Children should certainly not see them.

SPOILER ALERT, I AM NOW GOING TO DISCUSS THE DETAILS OF STAR WARS IX (I’ll try to be careful, but make no promises) …

As someone who loves movies, I have seen a lot. I also study the growth and change of culture, and its relationship to what we might otherwise insist is practical. Where do dreams fit in?

Ridley Scott’s Alien (1979) gives us one of the fist kick-ass female heroes, in Ripley, played by Sigourney Weaver. Linda Hamilton has a similar role in Terminator (1984). And, of course, there is princess Lea – played by Carrie Fisher – in Star Wars IV (1977). A fundamental breakthrough was all the way back in 1966, by the way, when a black character, the communication specialist Uhura played by Nichelle Nichols, kisses a white man (captain Kirk).

Science fiction does get to go where no one has gone before.

The works of Joseph Campbell are said to have had a great influence on the original conceptualizations of Star Wars IV, which to Campbell was a classic version of a very ancient theme: “the heroes journey”.

Nor can we separate the Star Wars saga from the idea of “the Force” (may the Force be with you). So 1977 we see the launch an immense space opera, which has something called Jedi Knights, and to Hans Solo, the doubter character, is just some funky old religion.

We have evil users of the Force (Emperor Palpatine, Darth Vadar, Snoke, and then, Kylo Ren, and good users of the Force: Obi wan Kenobe, Yoda, and Luke Skywalker (and later his sister Lea). We have teachers of the Force, but for the Sith Lords (the opponents of the Jedi Knights) it is crucial to give into the feelings of hate and rages, the dark-side of the Force.

For a Jedi it is important to train, and be trained. Also to have encounter’s with the dark. One of the most visually (and spiritually) interesting is in Star Wars V, where Luke is in an underground cave of some sorts, meets and fights a figure that looks like Darth Vadar, kills it, and then discovers that under Vadar’s mask it is Luke’s own face.

For the Jedi – that you need to know the dark, but not give into the dark – is a fundamental teaching of the Saga. And, lets face it folks, the scope of the visions made possible by uncounted teams of artists, and billions of dollars, is Homeric. Art on a huge canvass, where many contribute, and the directors must face the consequences of the whims&tastes of both financiers and audiences.

In Star Wars VIII, the female lead character Rey goes to find Luke Skywalker, who has been in hiding since losing control in Star Wars VII, and launching Kylo Ren into the dark side. She seeks a teacher, only recently having discovered her own almost supernatural gifts with the Force.

While studying with Luke in Star Wars VIII, she has dreams, and somewhat like Luke in Star Wars V, she has seemingly dark dreams; and in one such, she falls/dives through a hole just inside an entrance to a cave, lands in deep water, rises, and then when looking around finds a mirror, … that mirror-image is just of her, and goes out in both directions in a long line of the same image repeated again and again, seemingly endlessly.

Luke’s father turns out to have been Darth Vadar. Kylo Ren is the offspring of Princess Lea and Han Solo. Rey’s father, only revealed in this last episode of the basic Saga, turns out to be Emperor Palpatine, who was apparently killed in Star Wars VI by Luke’s father.

This lastest film not only settles the question of to what degree can skills with the Force be inherited, but presents a question which the film addresses directly. If your parent went to the dark, does that mean you have no choice but to follow? Is the Force only in the blood, but also something undefinable, perhaps of the heart?

Nine films, over four decades, leading where?

For the Homeric aspect of the Saga, we have human beings in dire circumstances, needing heroes, or perhaps themselves, to be heroic. The Force is, unfortunately for some modern and cynical minds, not fiction. But that tale is in another place:

Please notice the simplicity of the Saga’s main themes. Good vs. Evil. Religious/spiritual powers set against mechanical powers.

In this tale – swept along by the previous introduction of strange warrior women into film that occurred in Abrams’ youth – the hero is a young person becoming a woman.

Does the feminine have an importance here? We should not doubt it, but still keep in mind that there are feminine virtues in all of us, whatever our equipment. Just look at modern society. Women on the march, everywhere.

Can a warrior love?

Well … in this Saga that is the case, and it is in fact this use of the Force for love and for healing to which Rey excells.

There is a related question though. Are only people of the right blood to have the Force? Are we moderns, faced with our own out of control empires, spiritual and mechanical … are we to be impotent unless we have a Rey around to help?

That question was asked in the animated film: Antzs. At a certain point, an idea was brought forward – an important realization in the face of bullies and their masters. There are far more of us, than there are of them. Far more.

Star Wars IX answers that problem/riddle visually. How can Rey, and her company of ragtag warriors, defeat the Order’s vast huge armada? Everyone has to decide to help, and that moment is one of great sentiment.

Whether consciously or not, the film has taken CGI to aspects of scale that have an enormous visceral effect. Every time we see Emperor Palpatine’s armada of star destroyers, each bearing a planet killing weapon, they fill the sky and seem uncountable.

The visual moment when everyone else shows up to the big dance can’t really be described. Palpatine’s bullies are a serious minority, and hope arises.

Meanwhile there are the little touches, also for our hearts. All the main characters of the Saga get a moment to be remembered, and even to act.

Yet, sad to say, if you can’t find your own impressionable kid inside yourself when you go see this movie, you will not see what Abrams accomplished. The best tales need a child-like sentimentality. Just the heart, with the mind its servant.

cosmic humor

so .,.. there is this sort of committee, whose main offices are a very tall castle in Faerie, yet it also has the deepest dungeons …. the chairmanship, as it were, rotates according to the spiritual lunar cycles, which are – being non-material – perfect spacial figures, composed of layers of ellipsoid tori (plural of torus) involutions, kin to Russian nested dolls with a regularity that the physicists in Cern would kill for.

They have many names, Coyote, Raven, Loki … geni of the trickster spirits ….

While it is unseemly to some of the celestial hierarchies, the dwellers, – in dank caves and other dark places – do engage in making wagers … can we really imagine Immortals watching our folly, and not trying to guess which way we will jump.

on occasion, they do get to nudge an event in a certain direction, although the “arts” committees often drop out of time and space, so they can argue all manner of nuances as regards the texture of the music on the loom of human existence, as moment … becomes moment …becomes moment …

which we call history … or past, or future … forgetting that folly is always now … oft times continuous …

they do love Trump. Such a chaotic, well trained from youth to be the chief so-called “monkey wrench” in the games of wealth and power … so much karma, such beautiful horror, such terrible drama …

this moment, when I was able to visit them (a dangerous kind of play), they were considering the United States Senate, especially the Republicans. Loki, who fancies some familiarity with Shakespeare, was trying to suggest that Trump was the modern Caesar, much in need of death by … well, in this now it will be by words, will it not …

Coyote was placing bets on the Oscars, deeming those arts more influential than all the madmen everywhere in the world, shaking their fists, so angry that their thoughts become gross spittle for the minds who must endure them …

Raven was betting on the Super Bowl, while being accused of cheating, a more or less true virtue (artistic effect) of which the Edelman catch in Superbowl 51, when the Patriots came from 25 points behind to win, had a special place in all their hearts.

Hard surprises were their tasks … and a good pratfall from unwarranted heights a specialty … so many volunteers too, the lower ego so easily led by its appetites into disaster …

The Madness of King Trump

The Madness of King Trump.

It would be nice – for some at any rate – to blame world conditions on America, and on the current occupant of the White House.

Such a view, while perhaps emotionally satisfying, will not help anyone find their Way through the dire and dangerous waters we all must sail, during the Birth of the Third Millennium.

Trump is not the only “Nero” loose in the world – fiddling and game playing from seats of earthly power. Meanwhile, the obvious signs of the times suggest Western Civilization is ending, and the Nero-folk cling to their power, in part because … well that’s the question isn’t it.

Aspects of that power requires that the people they rule/serve agree – that is, when oppressed peoples are not burning down the house … this reveals a kind of passive aggressive consent.

Just to make this less abstract. American has Trump. Russian has Putin. China has Xi Jinking. North Korea has Kim Jong-un. Iran has Ali Khamenei. Turkey has Erdogan. A long list of power hungry professional liars, that goes on and on and on.

Then there are the multi-national corporations, and their successfully anonymous owners in the world of high finance.

Now … while a dominant religion of our time is scientific materialism (all is matter, there is no spirit), most places in the world have a deep religious history, such that leaders tend to have to pretend to follow their cultural treasures.

I use the word treasures, because clearly there is rich heritage everywhere in the world. At the same time, there is a spiritual core to modern events, that if understood rightly may enable the folk at the allegedly social-bottom to have an expected influence.

By the way, and I don’t mean modern religions, but rather the much more ancient Earth-religions, that recognizes spirits of the household, of the weather, of the fertility of the earth, and better yet, of the futility of seeking power over others.

Everywhere the oldest stories notice the folly that arises when one human being seeks to dominate another. Many of us know the tale of “the Emperor’s New Clothes”. Even the anonymous financiers with their billion dollar yachts, dozens of homes, private armies, and personal foreign policies … all live delusional lives, finding they are never satisfied – always hungry for more.

They are moral children and should be pitied.

I cannot speak for the deeps of most of the world’s ancient Earth-religions, but given that I am a “white-privileged, Christian, son of Montana, American citizen, shaman, and professional heretic”, I have been helped to discover/speaking to/of the hidden depths of Christianity for over two decades now.

Next I will reference that of those works, which might help folk see the light at the end of the tunnel of modern political madness.

First, in my most recent book: “The Art of God – an actual theory of Everything”, I point out that the world is not about religions, philosophies, ruler-ship, … the world is about the individual human beings, the children of the Divine Mystery, who in Christianity are invited to imagine that the prodigal child can return home to a feast.

Lest ye become again as little children, believe in magic, and dance with fairies, you cannot return to the kingdom of heaven that lives inside you.

In my first book: “the Way of the Fool – the conscious development of our human character, and the future* of Christianity – both to be born of the natural union of Faith and Gnosis.” I write of Moral Grace, Freedom, and, Love, as teachings that find us right in the circle and trials of our individual biography. We don’t need to go on retreat in the mountains or the desert, with initiates, gurus, and masters, because our life – itself – is the best teacher by far.

Two books: the Book of Life; and, the Book of the Own Soul. They go together, for we ride the seas of outer world challenges, at the same time as we encounter the inner invisible storms of doubt and despair.

Think globally (understand what the whole is up to), and act locally (each of us has possibilities within the reach of our own will). Will the good. Think with the heart. And trust the overly dramatic hysterical drama on the News-Stuff to the big-picture folk.

She has the whole world in His Hands,

… which from an evolving “Christian” point of view leads to my most important essay: “Saving the Catholic (universal&Christian) Religion from the failing institutional Roman Church … through deepening our understanding of the Third Fatima Prophecy.”

“ … we saw an Angel with a flaming sword in his left hand; flashing, it gave out flames that looked as though they would set the world on fire; but they died out in contact with the splendor that Our Lady radiated towards him from her right hand: pointing to the earth with his right hand, the Angel cried out in a loud voice: ‘Penance, Penance, Penance!’.

It goes on, describing Catholic religious leaders climbing a hill toward a cross, but first having to go through a city half in ruins …

The birth of the Third Millennium requires a world on fire, with karma, moral choices, confusion, … all of it aspects of the “city half in ruins”, … what I’ve been calling the dying and becoming of Western Civilization.

It is possible to reform the “Church”, but in a way where the leadership is ignored, and the laity is in charge – i.e. from the bottom up. In essence, folk who practice the religion can have great effect, but only if they practice (see the Sermon on the Mount, the bits about judge not; pray in secret; as well as what happens if you build your spiritual – inner – house on rock instead of sand).

For more, see:

a world in denial

This is in response to a New York Times article, where an odd collection of thinkers/movers/shakers/ and other kinds of normal idiots, tell us about the future that is coming.

Most of their views are distopian, at best.

If we add up the whole set of predictions, in a careful Way, we will note that most of the problems – seen as intractable/unfixable, or otherwise insane and impossible – all this “expert” noise … knows that storms have come, will only worsen, and too much of modern life is built on sand.

Politely, we might say: “Oh gosh, fuck, goddamn motherfucker … it is the end of Western Civilization and we are all in denial of the obvious.

See, that wasn’t so hard to think, was it.

We live in the age of scientific materialism, which is a belief system that holds there is only matter, and spirit is an illusion.

Here’s a question that Way of Thought will have a hard time answering: “Why does materialism believe that only the human being has an interior/invisible to the senses self-aware sentient consciousness?

What, for example, is the spirit of the end of a civilization? The meaning? The point of it all?

In spite of the theories of un-natural science – about Nature lacking consciousness and will – She does. Who do folks think guides the whether of the weather, and the ravages of the four horseman? Blind random chance?

Un-natural materialistic science has only one song, mostly arithmetical in shape. Mathematics tries to prove, but leaves its own genius aside, such as “Godel’s Incompleteness Theorems“.

Google throws up this definition: “Gödel’s incompleteness theorems are two theorems of mathematical logic that demonstrate the inherent limitations of every formal axiomatic system capable of modelling basic arithmetic. … The second incompleteness theorem, an extension of the first, shows that the system cannot demonstrate its own consistency.

Meanwhile over in biology it is believed that the brain is the same as the mind – i.e. something physical has give birth to “consciousness”, which is about as non-physical/ephemeral as is possible.

Our philosophers, unable to challenge physics, ignore what is called qualia (such as the experiences of the senses), and fancy that the mind/brain is a computer made up of stuff that can only be appreciated via quantities. No qualities to existence, only quantities – i.e. number/arithmetical factoids, which Godel proved false.

For a long excursion into details, go here: “I am not my brain – the map is not the territory.”

Western Civilization, and its harbinger of woe – scientific materialism, is not sustainable. Scarcity lurks everywhere and various dictators, are more concerned with the personal powers, than what the fuck is going to come next.

If we were to capture the “SPIRIT” of the situation, we can come to know that Western Civilization is dying into a New Becoming. This climate situation is not well understood, but here is some help for those open minded to the spirit of the times.

silent day, holy day

There are folk out there today, who are alone, even in a crowd.

Christmas, for some, has a minefield of memories in which to get lost.
Sorrow and loss we still need though, … to have a special place in our hearts,

“I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel”

Numb … separated … inside … in a sea of jolly old st. nicks, so we wear the happy face, for we do understand and care. Yet, the little moments should be savored …

sipping some rum-eggnog … staring out a window at nothing. sneaking off for a cigarette, … drifting into the kitchen to seize control of the chaos, each nosy pot banging as good as hammer of fire in the mind, …

how often does silence hide fury?

quietly in front of the tv watching the violence of sports …

yet, the season cannot be avoided. with a little bit of grace some moments of joy should touch each heart … moments to not share so much, but as to allow for a breath of wonder …

how to explain the riot of memories … it is not that we have nothing to say, its that we have far too much to say ….