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


I had some spontaneous memories, like a slideshow of various meditation experiences. Recurring things I had not understood before. How I did this and then that. How something looked like so, then I felt I should so I turned away and gave it a moment then turned back for whatever it might have become. I began to grok something.

I’m supposed to work with IG. Not like I’m a child and she’s got to present everything complete to me like she’s making me dinner and plating it and cutting it into pieces for me. Because she isn’t working with “things.” She is working with ENERGY. And how I interpret that is a variable of even the moment. I could feel that how I might interpret something, the form and dynamic it took for me, the labels and mental models and database of understanding and how all that worked out, wasn’t just variable to me versus someone else. It’s variable to me just like a viewing session is: it is always different. My body, my mind, my environ, so much is involved and it is a completely dynamic, ever-novel situation.

The energy and my interaction with it needs adjusting on the fly. Energy she can begin with, may have a certain quality, and she and I together, actually need to work together to find a model that works for me. And not just once up front, but as-we-go.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Unresolved

Solar Self Meets the Largers

I could hear behind me the rhythmic sound of sawing, like through wood. I decided to go find the source of the sawing sound. So I turned and walked that way, shortly coming on a man sawing a piece of wood.

It was the 3rd. I was a little nonplussed, as I thought this would be something like an archmed, but I reminded myself IG can do whatever she wants and I need to let go of assumptions.

Me: What are you doing here?

3rd: Building a structure to hold the light.

That made me go ‘hmmmn.’ I watched him for a bit. Damn but he is beautiful in his primary form that he presents to me in. He’s human-ish, slightly larger than our species, with the larger bluer more slanted eyes and white hair. After awhile I said, “I’ll join you.” And I stepped into him and we sawed together.

After a few moments of this, I felt IG suggesting I close my eyes and allow dark silence, which is often how we begin things.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Solar Self Meets the Largers

Background Changes in Humanity

I was dreaming just now (fell asleep writing this, sitting in bed with lapto). I was dreaming. “I get that this [a chakra] is the Themelian chop-off point,” I was saying to I think the 3rd, “but — “

— and then I woke up super abruptly, feeling like he woke me up so I would HEAR that, would remember what I had just said. […]

It felt like some… some people or species… they just ended right there, abruptly kind of, like they came through and were surprisingly large in our chest at times but didn’t normally extend very much outward themselves though energy could — the “chop-off” term was mine and as usual I was being kind of irritatingly over-exaggerating I suppose. Like they came through — oh. Yeah. Like ‘tunneling through at that point’.

I remember better now. I think it was the heart chakra and those are the… uh… the chakra-beings. They are like a horizontal species, hahaha. (I’m surprised their name is even translate-able. I mean, the Largers names’ aren’t.)

They exist from the bottom to the top of the heart chakra though they reach up a little in each outlet (person) to meet the download reaching of the crown, meeting at the chakra just above (in me, the upper chest where The Four connect with me, the ‘secret key’ of zero or nothingness, the hidden sephiroth, various concepts I’ve gotten for that over time). The species is of course existent in that range of frequency which is not just about humans (though it extends like a bandwidth through us, we are more vertical so to speak) it’s a whole part of the universe. That is their reality.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Background Changes in Humanity

Life, the Universe, and Nothing

He was the Prince of Wands, I understood that.

He wore a suit. He was very powerful, a magician with great force of will, and a temper to match.

They were immortals. They had existed before Time, and would exist after Time. But there weren’t that many left. Their eternal feuding, no matter its duration, no matter their immortal nature, did not keep them from being taken from identity-existence. Not if you did it right, which someone occasionally did. Occasionally is a whole lot when you have all of eternity to work with. Their numbers had thinned until only a handful remained.

He and the woman were in battle. They wrestled in energy and then wrestled in person. She stole his wand, and it took him several centuries to get it back. He stole something of hers and she came to challenge him regularly for it. They battled again. To the death, they pretended. He trapped her in a space she couldn’t escape. She surrounded herself with something impenetrable by force or fire. He removed all the oxygen from her space, and it began to vacuum, her energy pulling around her like a fabric.

But nothing else happened and when she struggled out of that, she saw that he was gone. He would let her live to try and kill him another day. Or he would be back for her. And they would battle.

But nobody would die, I realized, as if it were the most important realization in the entire universe.

Because there is no worse curse, no more horrifying fate, no sorrow so deep, as being alone.

Really, really alone. For eternity.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Life, the Universe, and Nothing