I have found that:
  • → sincere prayer
  • → genuine intentions
  • → present-focus
  • → extended humor
  • → careful integrity
  • → constant work to discover and release all forms of bias in oneself
  • → dogged effort to pursue awareness, divine guidance and understanding
Leads a person to "interactive insight from the inside."

Consciously I want to evolve.
My ego resists strenuously.
I surreally "forget" so much!
So I blog for myself, mostly:
to re-read and remember.

People ask me where to begin with the complexity of the stuff on my blog. But my imaginal and related work spans 25 years as of 2016. So the real answer is "I don't know." I can't put all that in a sound bite. And one would have to understand, not just intellectually but experientially, a lot of it from start to middle to begin to understand where I am now. It is 'active imagination' work, resting on an extremely 'open' definition of archetype and energy, mapped at times to various occult patterns because they seem useful and otherwise just loosely personal; but that's not all. Short of how the blog speaks for itself that's about all I can say about it. It's a path I've built myself, for one. ~ Palyne

In the human spirit, as in the universe, nothing is higher or lower; everything has equal rights to a common center which manifests its hidden existence precisely through this harmonic relationship between every part and itself.
-- Goethe

Angels transcend every religion, every philosophy, every creed. In fact angels have no religion as we know it... their existence precedes every religious system that has ever existed on earth.
-- St. Thomas Aquinas

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In the beginning all was indivisible. And in becoming manifest, it became, seemingly, divisible. But the divisions must evolve to recognize themselves, and each other, and to then accept themselves, to truly know themselves by knowing each other. To begin, they are blended, confused; it is chaos, it is legion. They are all on the journey to indivisibility, to singularity, to the I AM. The point, of course, is not the destination, but the journey.

-- insight during the Princess of Disks meditation

Spiritual growth is like all other types: you absorb seemingly 'other' energy, and it becomes part of your own sense of identity. The growth is in awareness, and with that comes power which is always over Self.
Diversity is Legion;
Singularity is the I AM.
None of this is new although my approach to it is my own. -- Palyne

Inner Guide is Angelic. She is free of anything akin to doctrine. I call her an Angel because that is the only word I have for it, and because I know, all the way through me, that this is our word for her fundamentally divine nature. Aside from that, I don’t even know what she IS exactly, or what it means, or where it would fit into any model. She is life sized, soul wide, colors and gems and flowers and songs, everything beautiful that ever was, condensed into an identity I am completely in love with–except she feels like part of me too, so it’s like also being in love with yourself, and also with God, and also with the whole universe, both every tiny thing in your mundania, and ‘awareness’ as something so utterly, mind-bogglingly amazing — how could this exist? How could this not exist? How could I ever understand such a thing? — I am left only with joy, with awe.
-- on Inner Guide #4, aka 'Sedaena'. The first IG I had genuine conversation (and reading) with; the first real sign of my HGA.

He is so much inside and outside me, larger than me and yet the light of the tiniest particles of me, I don’t even have a word for whatever it is that he IS. I call him angelic and inner guide and the name he gave me because I have no idea what else to call this. It’s a Being and a Thing and an Event and a Place and a Relationship and… it’s like there is no label that is remotely big enough to encompass whatever it IS.
-- on Inner Guide #5, aka 'Mark.'

The boundary between the imaginational and imaginal is rather fuzzy and it is a developed skill and art to learn to stay there; to maintain your own autonomy while allowing the-others’ autonomy; to be shocked, astounded, grossed out, effused, and other surprise emotions from the interaction; all this without getting lost in the experience like a dream, yet also without pulling back to controlling the experience like a daydream. The former is being swept away by the river, and the latter is standing on the shore thinking about it; learning to walk the fine line of control and allowance to stay in that ‘imaginal realm’ actually takes practice. Crazy people think it’s all autonomous and happening ‘to’ them; people unable to allow this for themselves, may think it’s all imagination; and they’d both be right, because they are both lost; the goal is a whole world that bridges and encompasses both of those.

-- on "Interworlds Meditation"

Q: Where are you now?

Me: Well, back in my own reality.

Q: Wrong. You are in a reality version that distraction and denial have made for you.

Me: How do I get out?

Q: Wrong question. There is no space, there is no time. Where are you again?

Me: Oh. I’m wherever I "pay attention" to being.

Q: Right. You PAY attention. It is the currency of your soul. You rent your reality. Never forget that. The choice to move is yours.

Dealing with the unconscious has become a question of life for us.
The play of the imagination is incalculable.
~ Carl Jung

The imaginary can be innocuous, the imaginal never can.
~ Henry Corbin

A calling may be postponed, avoided, intermittently missed. It may also possess you completely. Whatever; eventually it will out. It makes its claim. The daimon does not go away.
~ James Hillman

There comes a time when the mind takes a higher plane of knowledge but can never prove how it got there.
-- Albert Einstein


This blog documents much of my work in the "inter-worlds" of a greater-self. It's not just esoteric: every thing corresponds — the mundane, the arcane, the divine. If it had to be summed up you might say it is "a universe of personalization." A strange place where monotheism and ultimate-pantheism are one and the same.

I am a natural mystic, if spontaneous experiences determine such a thing. I am not religious in any way; only guidance from the inside drives me. No identities or models unless they are introduced to me from the inside. (Sometimes I use them simply for interest, or because their models are convenient doorways -- but I accept none of their doctrines.) I briefly studied theology at one point, independently (I consider constant prayer a valid part of edu too), and where it led me was "anywhere-else." It's fine for others of course. I consider the heart of free will to be that everyone has their own road. Or as Heinlein once wrote, the right to go to hell in their own handbasket.

This tends to make me obsessed with the divine yet not religious at all, in any form, which is often confusing to onlookers. I am ever in love with and in closer pursuit of integration with The Christ (which I consider a solar-planetary deity, exceeding and preceding all possible religion, though cyclically present within our species) but I'm not remotely a modern Christian, and this also tends to be very confusing to onlookers. I'm a student of archetypes and pattern systems, yet not a jungian intellectual - armchair philosophy bores me - nor a power occultist - which has its own issues (and uniforms) to say the least.

After nearly two decades of certain experiences I felt alone with and thought were unique to me, it turns out I find some harmony in the gnostic writings. I didn't get it from there, and am not fond of that doctrine and the paradigms it came in with, so I ignore it. Which means despite talking about just a few things specific to it (by unknowing accident until a few years ago), I'm not part of that model either.

The road I walk is my own. It doesn't really have an easy label or anybody else on it, that I can see. This is between me and God, so it doesn't really need to work for anybody else. I used to wish I wasn't the only person with such experiences or practices, and started a blog in part in the hope I might find others with something similar. Maybe a need for community. I'm over that now, at least I think. I walk alone, but Light is with me. Can't ask for more than that.

-- Palyne

When we understand that perception is as much about source as target; that energy is a spectrum and best psi perception comes from the center, its balance and blend; that the manifest communication of our Selves is the literal 'reality' we experience; that everything in that reality is a profound 3D language element; that insight with the ‘center’ of spectrum is likely to be via the language-symbols of 'reality;' that these need to be interpreted at the level they are received; this is the path for intentional psi.
-- Insight on the Art of RV

Pirate Mapping

Too much in ‘survival’ mode from over-work to have much going on internal lately. Did do an aeon round recently. And woke up from this dream the other day.


It was “almost” an accident, the press release said. The media told us about it from every screen. Scientists from several countries had been working for years on neural scanning, from ever-better imaging techniques to a cornucopia of ideas about “what it all meant.” Their enthusiasm for neural imaging as the crystal ball of ‘base-psychology’ was a little bit contagious, and the media began following the story like some soap opera of biochemistry, based on the tarot of the brain. Science had never been so popular.

So it happened that when a small team discovered how to take the latest 3-D imaging “pattern” and replicate it or at least ‘the effects as if one had it’ in anybody — temporarily, of course — with a semi-synthetic biochemistry cocktail (or in English, with a needle and syringe into the arm or the ass), it took about 24 hours for the implications to sink in, and then the entire subject just exploded.

The scientists were rock stars after that. This one discovery generated so much combined public enthusiasm and outcry you’d think it had been the unveiling of some ancient god and modern aliens all in one night. From dire warnings from the pulpit to philosophical rantings in text, it seemed like the whole world for the first time agreed on

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In the movie The 13th Floor (one of my favorite movies), one of the secrets to figuring something out was to go somewhere that you would never, ever go. Somewhere you would never have the slightest reason or desire to go.

(Critics hated the movie; sci-fi buffs, especially those who like a plot that requires brain cells, loved it.)

I had no desire to meditate on my most ‘serious’ life-issue (obesity) but after a couple of promptings from my friend went ahead and did so, and it kicked my butt–very powerful. When I thought about this recently, I realized that many of my most powerful experiences have been in response to things that I did not expect to have any impact on me at all. Like my fear of psi meditations, holy cats.

I thought of all the times I did meditations with my friend from way-back who taught me this stuff. How often the stuff that sounded simple, innocuous, quite boring frankly and even a little stupid, ended up rocking my world.

It reminded me of a college ‘creative writing’ class I once had. Now I grant I was almost guaranteed an A in that one, because I brought my guitar and sang some of my work, and teachers love that stuff (so did me and the class, it was fun). But the thing I found was that the ‘structured exercises’ often pulled great stuff out of me, stuff that I never-I-mean-never would have come up with on my

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The Pattern of a Problem

I was just laying here, half asleep with my eyes closed, listening to the ‘celtic woman’ music guilty for putting me to sleep so fast I’d left my dinner sitting in a bowl nearby and never got a single bite. I was mentally browsing between a dream I’d had earlier (long past in the night), and problems of the world today, such as current war issues.

I started to understand that there was some relationship between these two things, but I had no idea what and wasn’t up to thinking that hard.

I was in the middle of the foreign question when I suddenly saw a small solution to it. Not a big solution to everything, but a solution to the tiny piece that I had been thinking about without meaning to, at that moment. I was a little surprised at it, as it was one of those things I might never have thought of but once I did it was so ridiculously obvious that I felt like we’re all just morons for not seeing this clearly.

A ‘voice of understanding’ said to me, the solution to a problem is always lying dormant within the problem itself. The energies are not separable.

I saw that it had a little bit in common with the ‘all polarities are eventually the same thing’ kind of perception… but also different. It reminded me of how in hypnotherapy it was said that a subject tells you both the problem and solution generally in the

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If I don’t see it, it can’t see me. If it can’t see me, it can’t get me. So if I deny it, I’m safe.

OK I feel better now.

Every so often, like a cyclical thing, I hit a wall of great frustration, avoidance, and denial. The last time it seemed mostly in response to the Aeons. It took a talking-to from the 3rd of 4 to set me straight. The time before that it was the horrible Knight of Wands, aka the mother of all archetype meditations.

This time I’m not sure what the issue is. If the most threatening thing is “major incursions into my identity,” it might be the growing information about and understanding of the role of chakras. In a way this feels even more disconcerting and threatening than the Aeons did. But that isn’t even up to full level of interaction yet. So then again, maybe it’s not any one thing. It might just be some overall accumulation of weirdness that at some point reaches brain-frying level, and I have to deal with that before moving on.

I seem to be in rejection and denial of everything. The other day I wrote out this dream/daydream. Usually I read things through in the edit screen, then again right after posting to find errors in real-display, and sometimes again later in RSS. I didn’t read this even once, just typed it through and didn’t even want to look at it. A friend started talking

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The Rider

A vision?, a daydream?, a wandering in time, I guess. This had a curious feel, as if the story were entirely separate from me (rolling out on its own) yet all the ‘energy’ for the unrolling had to come from me to propell it. Difficult to explain. Like it was a film reel, but I had to run the projector.

It was a mountain of snow and literally months of travel and then many weeks of walking and climbing, and me and my men and the animals were near-frozen by the time we reached the small castle buried in the folds of the rock.

We wore heavy dark-furred boots that went past our knees, and dark-furred coats that went nearly to the ground, and over our hoods we had dark-furred brimmed hats. Our faces were covered with some light material close-up, but nearly covered anyway by the folds of the furred hoods and the low brim of the hats.

Our hands were gloved in the same dark fur and we all held large fairly heavy sticks that I felt were sheathed swords mostly, but a couple of different shape had shot (like single-shot), and we all used them as walking staffs. Mine was much lighter, though it certainly didn’t feel like it by then, as I struggled to keep on, and we all gasped for breath in the thin air. We had lost two men on this trek so far and I felt their deaths keenly as my responsibility. We

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I seem to be going through a phase far less obsessive than a month ago. I guess that kind of intensity is by its nature temporal.

I am only doing the rosary-style ’round’ with Aeons every few days. I do think about them often, like new friends you have a collective dozen of crushes on.

I am not meditating and praying constantly, though brief prayers are often.

For the last five days I’ve not had enough sleep until last night, and I worked like 12 hours on new years day (allegedly that’s a holiday, but not for me this year). My sleep schedule got twisted around, and today I wasn’t even feeling like a human being until about 1pm. I think I’m ok now though, and hopefully this week will pull me back into a decent schedule.

The hilarious irony is that the first day of an official sleep schedule is when it all went to hell. Sometimes the universe has an opinion, apparently.

I’m about to run out to the store. It’s a thick blanket of snow outside. Must buy food for the next week as the weather is expected to be very bad. So I should have plenty of time, hiding in my room where it’s mostly-warm (we have only space heaters, so the rest of the house is very cold!), to do some meditating. I need to finally get around to consciously working with ACKRCK, whoever it is, since it appears IG is ok with him/her/it.


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Recognition, Novelty, Psi, and Chakras

I was only about 40% asleep last night when someone, I don’t know who, decided to do some mental walk-through on the concept of mental processing and in particular, in a remote viewing (psychic) context.

I drifted through, as if being led down a garden path of the mind, a variety of memories, from all my favorite sessions. Then I drifted through the memories of sessions done on the same target and how they were different, even with similar data, and sometimes I recognized the target in the session. And then the times I totally did not recognize that I had a target I’d had before. Then I drifted through the zillion times I had thought I recognized a target “or its nature or something in it” based on data, and was wrong. Then I went back to the previous where I had accurately recognized the target, and it was like a comparison of sorts between the two.

It took me a bit to ‘get it’. And I swear, I guess I’m an idiot, but I think most of the grokking didn’t happen until sometime the next day, as if the back of my brain was working this out while the rest of me went about life. But when I did start to absorb it finally, it seemed so obvious.

Target recognition happens at a completely different place in my body, than ‘recognition’ in ordinary life.

The latter (in regular life) is usually visual, sometimes audible. When that’s the

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