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

The Blood

The body is a miracle. It’s like oranges and water; two things I cannot observe up close without feeling like there is clearly some divine intelligence involved.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Blood

Jung, Archetypes, The Red Book

Jung had what I consider certain pre-conceived notions about psychology and divinity, and so a great deal of his experience was forcibly stuffed into these models especially early on. Yet even he quickly and repeatedly outgrew some of those models and was forced to reconsider “what it all means.” He had a great deal of self-education in areas like mythology, as one of several examples, which showed up in his imagery as well. Or perhaps it shows up in all our imagery; he was just educated enough to recognize the roots of commonality. In some respects, his role as a psychoanalyst, and intellectual, and scientist, forced certain boundaries upon him that hapless proletarians like my friends and I are blessedly unbothered with.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Jung, Archetypes, The Red Book

Your Worst Enemy

Many days ago I was minding my own business, working, not thinking too intensely about anything, when I had the sudden communication that I should do an archetype meditation on “My Worst Enemy.” It was so sudden and out of the blue and clear that it was obviously someone internal telling me that.

I’m not sure I have a worst enemy in this life. I have a tiny few people over the course of my life that I’ve seriously disliked, usually for reasons good enough to justify homicide. But even in the closest-to-current time instances, I always eventually come to understand that while their behavior may seem evil, it’s really just that they are very sick.

In the past I have temporarily cared enough about some subjects to feel strongly about someone involved (like RV or hypnosis), only to realize the were sick as well — but I have lost even that. I simply don’t feel enough for that to matter anymore.

I still have people I love, but I’ve lost the gumption for anybody to hate.

I forgot about it.

It came back again in the same way, powerfully and out of the blue, as a reminder. But I forgot about it.

It came back again the same way, this time with the added thought, “Maybe some other part of you desperately needs this, and it is something you can do for them.” Like the issue might not be THIS life, but some other identity, reality, life, Aeon, whatever.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Your Worst Enemy

The End Began In China

I’ve been working on cleaning out and archiving old hard drive materials. My digital life is reflecting my physical life, as I try desperately to “get rid of clutter” and concisely organize and store the rest. In the process of this, I’ve had to do quick-skim through a zillion documents in text, rtf, doc, and odc format, with titles like ‘temp{date}’ and ‘dream’ and ‘holdthis’. That’s me, organized and original… not! I found a number of dream journal entries dating back to around ’04. I read through each of them, remembering the dreams as I read them, wondering why most the time I have no greater insight about them now than I had at the time.

And then I stumbled on one I did not remember. AT ALL. Now that it’s been 24 hours since I read it, my mind tells me I’m starting to remember “a little,” but it’s hard to say what imagination might be supplying there, vs. memory. I did, on reading, have a really instant and clear visual of one of the components of the dream, so maybe I remembered that part. But I sat there really trying to remember, and it was like something I had never seen, heard of, or thought of before in my life. Go figure! It must have been one of the dreams I woke up at some ungodly hour from, wrote in a text file on my laptop, then went back to sleep. I probably forgot it existed the next

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The End Began In China


A few of the last dozen posts just bug me.

They bugged me only a little while writing, but I was oddly tuned out of them, writing on the fly and not editing and rereading like I normally do (to make sure mindless phonetic spelling isn’t making me look like an idiot). I wrote them and moved on. I was busy, I told myself as I did absolutely nothing of import. If necessary, staring at the wall would take priority over actually being forced to read my own writing. Gee, imagine the torture for others.

But in the rare moments I wasn’t in denial, I knew what it was. I’ve just finally reached the point where I can fork it out of myself and look at it and talk about it.

Despite all the weirdness with ‘identity’ I regularly go through — my ‘metaphysical understanding of self’ makes even most schizophrenics look boring, I suspect — I haven’t been in any serious danger of losing track of myself; only of losing track of how to categorize and recognize what I see in myself. The ever-present “sense of I” makes it alright. Most of us change identities when we dream, but it still feels like I, so it’s fine; it’s all me even when it’s not me-me. Yes, that makes perfect sense. It was one, and then another, and then the normal one again.

In several posts, I felt as if some part of it was not me-me. I mean it

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Blending