Am I concentrating?

Mercury is quick. No wonder they call it quicksilver.

The feature of our attention, also known as our Mercury, is quick, too. Sometimes it can outrun us!

Attention wavers, flickering back and forth, left and right, up and down. Without us noticing, it has travelled far, and back.

Keeping one's attention pinned down to a specific reality is truly something.

Inbetween

If all consciousness is, in fact, One, but we subdivide it according to its function, and thus obtain the subdivision superconscious-selfconscious-subconscious... is there a land between these modes?

If consciousness is a continuum and not a set of separate boxes, are there borderlands between our selfconscious and our subconscious minds? More importantly: are there places between our selfconscious and our superconscious minds?

When does matter become spirit?

Matter will disgregate when left to its own devices, maximum entropy and minimum enthalpy.

Molecules tend to move in different directions when this disintegration takes place.

When consciousness is brought into the equation, the movement vectors of the atoms align and point to one and the same direction.

Thus matter becomes progressively more spiritual, always depending on the level of the consciousness that aligned the atom vectors.

The ultimate aim of matter is to consciously become a part of the One Will.

Equinox

So near the equinox, light and shadow balance.

What is the nature of evil? Can we look at its face in a mirror?

Evil has a will (but it is not the Will).

Without Good, there is no Will. Even the worst of wishes, the worst possible will, is only a path (convoluted!) back to the One Will.

Rejoice in this balanced time, a time for harvesting the sun's bounty, and love the dance between shadow and light.

Thank you.

Gratitude will soar, like the water level up a well.

Yin and yang

Suppose there is a heavenly Mother and a heavenly Father... they don't quarrel.There is a lot of information running between them, but no misunderstandings.

Every couple tends to that balance, that dance. It is potentially there, in every couple, in every two.

The yin-yang dance of the opposites, let us learn it, until we are one.

Non sum dignus?

When facing the Highest, what have we got, if not indignity?

Our will, which is not ours, the tendency towards Him. Our sincere aspiration, lasting in time, to tread the path of return to the One.

The tower is hit by lightning

Once I was given what seemed as terrible news: I could be evicted from my house. My family and I might have to find somewhere else to live.

The result of that shocking announcement was that, for the next hour or so, I experienced the following:

-first, the pain of loss, resistance to the pain, again the pain, then giving in to it, then a sort of relief,

-second, awareness of having felt that pain before, of having lost a variety of loved ones and things I needed; awareness of humanity experiencing that pain,

-then, being able to see the pain without being sucked into it, being both inside and outside the pain at the same time,

-then, knowing that there is only so much one can lose; that stripping to the bare essentials leaves one looking at that which cannot be discarded, cannot be lost, cannot be taken away,

-throughout these phases, which were not exactly a sequence but overlapped, I felt both pain and bliss and could no longer tell the difference between them.

Physically I was walking along the streets of a big city. At times I could not feel the pavement, I knew my legs were doing the proper motions to walk, but my movements were almost subconscious. I felt tears continually running down my cheeks.

I was going to an evening class. When I got there, I looked at my teacher and said: "It is all a lie". It was one of the most lucid moments of my life. I felt no need to struggle. I felt no attachments. I knew I had been wrong to believe in the comforts and safety of matter, of personal "love". For a short span of time, I really no longer cared.

Life went on. I kept on working, "loving", struggling. But I remember. I remember what can be lost and that which cannot. At that moment the veil was pierced, the painted veil that portraits all I think I am, everything I think I own. I felt the light behind it.

I am reminded of this experience today, looking at a Tarot key.