Tragedy is unavoidable. It’s woven deep into the fabric of Life itself. Catastrophic loss, intense pain, inconsolable grieving, wounds that will probably never really heal up… these are all right in the very heart of Life and drag us down much deeper into it’s deep and inexorable, remorseless, vibration. When we try and find meaning […]
The abstract heirlooms in which our infant minds are wrapped, swathed and swaddledare like cocoons;perceptual wombs which may,initially,protect, prepare, and secure us,but may,eventually,contain,then condition,then regulate,then restrain,then constrain,then restrict,then constrict,then strangulate,then finally entombthe revelation of possibility. Unable to fulfil their metamorphosis the cocoons corrupt.Fledgeling minds wither within eggshell tombs.Their aborted blooms,well preserved,are quickly conveyed to serve
It’s unwise to underestimate the discomfort, antipathy, and even hatred, that can be engendered by openly expressing oneself honestly, sincerely, and with as much compassion and intelligence as one can muster. Some folks won’t like it. Won’t like it at all. It’s worth reckoning this antipathy into one’s navigational intentions, like factoring in a strong
Spirituality is the principle of psychic growth. Human consciousness is the only living entity that can choose not to grow. Psychically we grow cyclically. Addiction is a sick psychle. Emotions are the symptoms we have to read the spiritual malaise. Faiths, religions, can enable this growth or, alternately, they can ice growth. So, the tradition
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‘MONA’ is something like an excerpt from a novel I was writing, turned into a performance piece. ‘MONA’ was performed as the opening lecture for the Subtle Technologies Conference, a gathering of scientists and artists from a very wide range of expertise, in Toronto on Saturday May 14, 2000. Click here to view MONA
In suspense.Tethered tautas a present possibilitybetween past and future,between puppet and angel.Gathered into the torn tensionof momentum and calling.Mortal in eternity,our cracked fragility,endures the stress, straining. What longing-calling,voice of eternity,could dare us,and bring us to dare, the crossing? Eternity’s pure whole notes –somehow heard –disclose our infirmity.Restless, unfinished, incomplete,despair tears usfrom our security. With such
Disligion ‘dis’ – Roman word for gates to Hades ‘ligion’ – related to ‘ligament’, and originally referring to the ‘yoke’ that holds cattle together to pull a cart.