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“For man, having forgotten his divine origin through long enslavement to transient things, fails to recognize his hidden oneness with his fellows and acts for personal self-interest alone. Forgetfulness prevails but it shall not always do so. Underneath this sin and evil, this ignorance and materialism the true self-knowledge still exists and the true goodness still inheres. Both await their chance to show themselves.

If therefore moral evil is to be cured, the complete remedy must be as twofold as the disease. First, it must show up his enslavement for the degrading thing it is and call him to repentance; second, it must reveal to him his higher nature and call him to remembrance.

In his spiritual history there comes a time when bitter bereavement, heavy loss, the failure of ambitions or physical illness temporarily weakens his zest for the world and enfeebles his will to live. He turns away from sensuous pleasure for a while and lets a brooding melancholy settle over his soul. The mood passes of course but out of its darkness there is born his quest for inner reality, his yearning for an abiding satisfaction which is independent of external things.”

– Paul Brunton, The Wisdom of the Overself

‘None can speak the truth who have not mastered their own souls’

We order lives as houses, drift along the cool black floors unshod, a slender height of windows. None can speak the truth who have not mastered their own souls: our words are a refinement of our deeds. At root the act, the open hand, like music pulls us to it, grips us in a shadow of the world’s embrace. The green symmetry of plants is accidental, means not end; and so our lives have system not in structure but in function.

We are weavers, always weavers, of the cloth. We draw the pattern after us, wind, wrap it, in our simplest, most convolute of gestures.

Work in philosophy is work upon oneself. Slow chip and erasure, fabric first grows rough, then thin, the texture of a life. Rarely under gentleness, unless another’s, other hands to bear the weight, more seldom point the way. So, solitary work turns ritual, like ritual, rots unless one clings to inner sense, digs one’s nails into the darkened core, demands of every gesture that it be as honest as an honest kiss.

– Jan Zwicky, Wittgenstein Elegies

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“Only real love waits while we journey through our grief. That is the real trustworthiness between people. In all the epics, in all the stories that have lasted through many lifetimes, it is always the same truth: love must wait for wounds to heal. It is this waiting we must do for each other, not with a sense of mercy, or in judgment, but as if forgiveness were a rendezvous. How many are willing to wait for another in this way?”

– Anne Michaels, The Winter Vault

GMO : Generated Malignant Omen

“Man has a glowing coat of awareness which the predator eats, leaving just the bare minimum of ‘consciousness stuff’ for man to remain physically alive. The predator ‘milks’ man through arranging for constant trouble and crisis and senseless preoccupation, so as to generate flashes of awareness that it then proceeds to eat.”

– Carlos Castaneda, The Active Side of Infinity

Deluded

The people who fancy they are sure of themselves are the ones who are truly unsure. Our whole life is unsure, so a feeling of unsureness is much nearer to the truth than the illusion and bluff of sureness. In the long run it is the better adapted man who triumphs, not the wrongly self-confident, who is at the mercy of dangers from without and within.

C. G. Jung, The Symbolic Life

The sound of resonance

Have you heard of Optimum Trajectory before? Your life is like a river, Bob. If you’re aiming for a goal that isn’t your destiny, you will always be swimming against the current.

Young Ghandi wants to be a stock-car racer? Not gonna happen. Little Anne Frank wants to be a High School teacher. Tough titty Anne. That’s not your destiny. But you will go on to move the hearts and minds of millions.

Find out what your destiny is and the river will carry you.Now sometimes events in life give an individual clues as to where their destiny lies…

The Men Who Stare At Goats (2009) Dir. Grant Heslov

How does a woman find her Self?

She honors the truth about her personality with its strengths and weaknesses, its saints and demons, its natural aptitudes and forgivable flaws.

She honors her feminine body that was created for the purpose of protecting, nurturing, and giving birth to new life. This is a real body of flesh and blood, an awesome body that is the incarnation of life, a beautiful body of rounded softness, a terrible body that is subject to the decay of death.

She honors her soul, that part of herself that is most in touch with the unconscious realm of instincts, intuitions, fantasies, emotional rhythms, and dreams. This is where she discovers her unique creativity.

She honors her spirituality in both its feminine and masculine aspects. She honors masculine spirituality, which finds expression in conscious attempts to approach the divine through words, prayer, doctrines, scriptural studies, and meaningful rituals within the bounds of organized religion. And she honors her more instinctive, feminine spirituality, which often manifests in personally meaningful rituals and feelings of awe and connectedness that are experienced through music and bodily movement and in physical, natural settings. The feminine approaches the Divine Being when she dances alone in a moonlit forest cathedral beneath overarching branches, when she listens to the music of the universe in an island sanctuary, or when she swims at midnight in a watery temple beneath the waves.

She honors her heart, her tender
compassion for all humanity, her sense of deep connection to others, her emotions, her feelings, her need to preserve and nurture life, her power to sacrifice everything for those she loves – and her ability to wound them.

She honors her mind. She establishes a relationship with her masculine way of thinking and acquires the courage, knowledge, and energy to actively pursue her goals and ideals so that she may persevere in her quest for individuation. And she respects her special feminine kind of wisdom – the wisdom of the understanding heart.

Finally, she is willing to suffer. She endures the suffering that always accompanies the pursuits of individuality and of intimacy with others.

And she deals with the rage that comes from seeking to discover and honor her true identity in a world that does not value the feminine.

– Jean Raffa, The Bridge To Wholeness : a feminine alternative to the hero’s myth

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