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


ABOUT ME


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

Good Humor and Miscellany

At some point in there I was thinking about the gem chakra world and (they?) suggested that I should work on getting — this is my phrasing, it was a translation even at the time — “something of each chakra in each day.”

So for example, something related to (as one option) survival for the root — doing something constructive toward your future or health or safety I got would work for that. Not just something on paper or mental, something you gotta do with your body. And, something that is creative, sexual or ideally both, for the 2nd. Something that is intentional ‘discipline’ for the third, I got that would match it well. Something specific to the heart and I got that in the absence of having gushing love at that moment for something or someone, ‘gratitude’ was another ‘aspect’ of love. Something for the throat, and I had a hard time translating this and might have messed it up but I think they were suggesting that speaking or singing ‘with truth’ here; not just writing or talking normally, but something that is core to me, something that feels important and meaningful, in which I have as much ‘integrity’ as possible. Something for the ajna, and I got that if I were meditating even a little that was going to be taken care of anyway. And something for the crown, and I had the sense that intentional prayer, divine-will sort of focus, was ideal for that.

I had this concept-overlay during all this, like there are recipes for how to eat or exercise each day, there are ‘plans’ for how to live like mindfulness and meditation schedules, but why not a plan for the ‘overall self’ instead? Like a “chakra plan,” given the positive and healthy spectrum of elements that would bring into one’s daily life on purpose?


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Good Humor and Miscellany
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/good-humor-and-miscellany/

Skating the 8’s

I feel like there is some corollary (analogy?) to this in metaphysics. Like, you’ve got to get some basics down–or simply have them innately, as some people seem to–like chakra health for example–before you stand a chance at truly exploring your potential.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Skating the 8’s
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/skating-the-8s/

Midnight Session, 13Dec2011

I did the chakras of the joints as well and I couldn’t help notice that when really focus-allowing, I felt a sense of holiness after everything. My hip joints, my wrists, everything, was just intense and had great profound meaning and manifestation, when I was just realize, almost agog at that moment, how for example my shoulder connecting my arm to my body was like this massive energy that was a catalyst and a translator and a negotiator and the ultimate flexible tool and politic and was like this entire creature or being intentionally designed to be the functional, flexible, powerful interface between the ‘sense of self’ and every concept you can think of related to reaching out, defending, holding up, pulling-from, everything, like there was an entire section of the universe summed up in the energy of these chakras.

Every chakra, even the tiny ones, are like a tarot of their own, an Aeon of sorts, a collection of energy divine and composed of a certain energy of the universe.

At one moment that I realized and then forgot again, as if I couldn’t hold the state of mind needed for it, I totally grokked how my body is the literal manifestation of energies of the universe, which can be divided by ‘my body’ or by ‘tarot’ or by ‘the universe of objects’ or by ‘the table of elements+’ or by numbers or by any other thing, but the important thing was that my body particularly chakras as this is what I was focused on, was like a major intense, density collection of certain key/core concepts/functions… this is very hard to explain. It was amazing and holy and I was so honored.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Midnight Session, 13Dec2011
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/midnight-session-13dec2011/

The Local War

A bit afterward I realized I was seeing this really big frog like the size of a religious statue like say about 5-10x the size of a human. But then it was real, and its eyes were bleeding. And then out of its eyes squeezed more frogs and humans, like they were escaping from him through his eyes, bloody but free. I have no idea what this means. I didn’t work with it any farther consciously.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Local War
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/the-local-war/

A different kind of healing

I had a meditation which I didn’t bother to blog about although it was translate-able just fine. This always reflects denial on my part although, being in denial, I forgot that. :-) I put off meditating for a long time. Then I did another — and in a way it also reflected the same thing. Which I didn’t blog. And decided didn’t matter… again.

I was doing something else on my computer when the “observance and realization” just arrived that the last two meditations IG worked with me on, I have essentially invalidated, by choosing to not blog them — for social insecurity reasons.

This seemed so reasonable to me, previous to a few minutes ago when I felt like a complete dolt. So, on the assumption I can at least mention the fragments I recall, I came here to blog them.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at A different kind of healing
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/a-different-kind-of-healing/

Vows Matter

Then there was a sort of… “energetic discourse” that felt more like geometry-of-understanding than anything like words. And it basically said, to translate it:

Let your words only be spoken when they mean something. Let your commitment count for something. Clean up the pieces of commitments, of words, that you have outstanding in your life. Either you have an obligation and you should be good for it, or you don’t and you should be free of it.

They “felt” about these things as if they were … well, kind of the moral equivalent of ‘attachments’. Both in the things you are connected to and shouldn’t be way, and in the slightly nasty things feeding off you way, at the same time.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Vows Matter
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/vows-matter/

The Landscape of Me

This was still going on when I realized I was distracted by this visual out the window. Out in the distance, in the dark, was this absolutely amazing green pyramid. […] There was a shorter, maybe 4 foot wall that was about 20 feet out from the stone border (so, a fat walkway/path around it). … I had to step out and walk around a man sitting against the wall at one point. He was old, and obviously blind, and his head followed me; he clearly saw me. I thought, now that is the archetype for sure: you are invisible in a virtual world and only the blind man can see you.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Landscape of Me
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/the-landscape-of-me/

Warehousing

A line or wire was stretched from side to side, about 20 feet up, and a young boy about 12 or so was hung up on it, as if it went through the sleeves of his clothing and behind his shoulders, so his arms were outstretched in a slightly messianic pose. He was silent, as if he had been there a long time. I went up there to him, and before getting him down, I felt as if I should do something… healing, in some way. Before my conscious brain made the decision (a lot of that going on lately), I had put my hand upon his chest and heard myself saying, “Perhaps our Themelians can commune a little.” It felt right, and rushing shook my body with warm shivers down to my knees.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Warehousing
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/warehousing/

It Begins.

I turned to the window. I was just beginning to get slightly agog over there being so much detail out there, that my inability to see it clearly didn’t seem like lack of visual but rather like of ability to grasp it all. I pointedly noticed some kind of ship moving across a waterway leaving a wake, and then, sofa to my left, out of my peripheral vision I saw a woman with long black hair sitting in the middle of the sofa. My brain and gut realized it was IG (Inner Guide IV) at the same moment, and I literally did a triple-take in astonishment. I mean literally, my physical head bounced back and forth, it was kinda funny. I realized that even “in my head” I had my jaw hanging open in amazement.

I can — WOW I can almost SEE you!! I nearly squealed, trying to maintain some composure and get a hold of myself, while “looking” (sensing and… whatever these things are!) hungrily at what I could perceive of her. I didn’t really get her face clearly, a fuzzy impression is all. I got most the rest of her though. (I did see her face in a couple intense meds we did long ago.) I sat next to her, turned to her at my left, and just tried to take in as much as I could of her, trying to perceive her as clearly as possible.

But — but IG, I haven’t even been able to feel you or hear you or anything for so long! I whined, and now you’re just –you’re just HERE, like — like oh my god, you’re just here! Just like that! That’s so amazing!

I ‘felt’ inside me the response from the aeonic: you did sense her, no matter your conscious denial. If you truly could not sense her at all you would have been bereft beyond imagining. I’ll take their word on it. They’re probably right.

Occasionally through all this I would sob a bit and tell IG how much I missed her and thank you thank you.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at It Begins.
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/it-begins/

Filtering

It’s been an ongoing challenge, attempting to break free of the simplistic limitations of my meditation format, without simply replacing that model with something else just as limited.

I work to “let go” of some assumptions, only to find myself lost, because I don’t have any assumptions.

I’ve had cause to see, for example, that my Steinbrecher model was workable, a good start, but humorously limited and simple. So much so, that there aren’t any words for how much so. I wanted to let go of that.

I’ve had cause to see that certain assumptions I carried were interfering with what IG could do with me. For example that I expected everything to be a surprise in some “novel” fashion. If anything were to come through as something obviously symbolic, it wouldn’t be surprising and novel, and I would reject it. Since this work is all about symbolic, that has been a problem.

Or, it just had to be “cool.” Dragon symbol: ok. Fairy symbol: not ok. Sheesh.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Filtering
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/filtering/

The Four : Known to Others?

I sometimes chance on references in writing, to the many-selves. Yet for those, still you’d think there would be so much more on this, other people with blogs like this. I just can’t understand why there are not. The internet is filled with people who will prolifically describe the most obscure, boring things, but I can’t find a single other person who will talk about their interactive relationship with the identities that are part of them or they are part of? Go figure.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Four : Known to Others?
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/the-four-known-to-others/

Energy is the only currency

I stood on the sidewalk along the dark parking lot alone, after the movie, as it was midnight, I was waiting for the cab and the girls were in the theatre (mine and the next door neighbor’s teen I took with us). Something triggered me at the very end of the show, maybe the somewhat haunting credits tune, and I felt very intense and quiet.

I started thinking about money, and then about time. And it sort of hit me like an epiphany that is tough to put into words (or, you can, but it just sounds stupidly so-what when you do), that everything in our world, in our reality, in our body, in our universe, comes down to only one currency in the end: energy.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized how true it was, until I got to the body, and realized (somewhat startled) that this is what human death is: it’s running out of energy. Literally.


This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Energy is the only currency
http://www.palyne.com/blog.psiche/energy-is-the-only-currency/

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