Ivan, this is so beautiful. I've come back to read your poem several times. I'm going to send it to myself now, if my Android tablet will let me. Thank you.
I have absolutely no doubt that what you are describing is real and true. I have had proof of this for most of my life, in coincidences and insights that are too profound to be accidental. I will not list them here, but in general: there have been many times when my mind seemed to pick up - exactly like a radio - transmissions from the airwaves.
I have been to a place of spiritual significance for Native Americans, ancient rock formations like Veedawoo National Park on the border of Wyoming and Colorado, and felt the recognition of finding a story I had always known, but hadn't thought about before.
Out of curiosity, I bought a pack of Tarot cards. Those cards spoke to me so clearly that I kept buying different decks until I found the deck designed by Alistair Crowley, which draws from many ancient cultures; Archetypes identified by Jung; astrology; runes; i ching; Egyptian symbols; Hebrew alphabet; numerology; and others. I have always found clarity on every question I put to those cards - and have helped my friends and family.
People are often surprised by my intuition, but it doesn't come from me at all. I'm just picking up the pieces that fall from the universal consciousness into mine.
Lately, because I am bedridden and read constantly, I'm finding that I recognize more thoughts and stories than ever; especially in myths that have been around for millennia and from different cultures around the world. Native American myths have an especially deep resonance.
Does imagination come from the universal consciousness? I think it must. Music, too.
At times I feel that I might be insane - so I'm not comfortable talking about this...but you asked, so I'm taking a chance.
I will add that the most important people in my life were those I recognized the moment I saw them.
Close the eyes to open wide
The silent field that waits inside
Where shadow meets the distant light
And intuition guides the sight
It's out of focus, just a gleam
A waking promise in the dream
Let it expand in waves of color
The single thread tying one to another
Beyond the mind, beyond the known
From breath and bone to root and stone
We are the essence, we are the whole
The quiet movement of the soul
A solitary ripple starts
To open worlds and open hearts
No longer bound by what we see
But integrating what can be
The coral, insect, fish, and tree
Breathing together, wild and free
Let it expand in waves of color
The single thread tying one to another
Beyond the mind, beyond the known
From breath and bone to root and stone
We are the essence, we are the whole
The quiet movement of the soul
Step into the here and now
Break the veil, though we don't know how
Intercede in the physical space
And flood the dark with a sudden grace
Grant the light we're reaching for
And open up the final door
Complete the awareness
From breath and bone
To root and stone
The stillness brings the answer.
Ivan, this is so beautiful. I've come back to read your poem several times. I'm going to send it to myself now, if my Android tablet will let me. Thank you.
I have absolutely no doubt that what you are describing is real and true. I have had proof of this for most of my life, in coincidences and insights that are too profound to be accidental. I will not list them here, but in general: there have been many times when my mind seemed to pick up - exactly like a radio - transmissions from the airwaves.
I have been to a place of spiritual significance for Native Americans, ancient rock formations like Veedawoo National Park on the border of Wyoming and Colorado, and felt the recognition of finding a story I had always known, but hadn't thought about before.
Out of curiosity, I bought a pack of Tarot cards. Those cards spoke to me so clearly that I kept buying different decks until I found the deck designed by Alistair Crowley, which draws from many ancient cultures; Archetypes identified by Jung; astrology; runes; i ching; Egyptian symbols; Hebrew alphabet; numerology; and others. I have always found clarity on every question I put to those cards - and have helped my friends and family.
People are often surprised by my intuition, but it doesn't come from me at all. I'm just picking up the pieces that fall from the universal consciousness into mine.
Lately, because I am bedridden and read constantly, I'm finding that I recognize more thoughts and stories than ever; especially in myths that have been around for millennia and from different cultures around the world. Native American myths have an especially deep resonance.
Does imagination come from the universal consciousness? I think it must. Music, too.
At times I feel that I might be insane - so I'm not comfortable talking about this...but you asked, so I'm taking a chance.
I will add that the most important people in my life were those I recognized the moment I saw them.
Paula D Coykendall
It amuses me that so many humans cannot accept that "mystery" is the point. Quietude enjoins the energies. Doesn't everyone love a mystery?!