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 Weavers

My ‘invalidation’ of ‘everything in my head’ seems to be fading as more of these experiences happen and I feel like I’m realizing that our world is no more or less real or fake than these, and that there is a certain… what’s the word… well, there is a responsibility in a way. I mean when you think something is just making it up or something, do what you want, but when it’s not… well it’s like that movie “the 13th Floor,” you know? (One of my favorite movies.) When you realize that another world has a genuine reality to the people living in it — no matter what YOU think of the ‘reality’ of those people or that world — then you have a responsibility to that world as well as your own, to do no harm, at the least.

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

The Body Talks

I understood this was important, pay attention, this is IT — except it was stripped of all meaning. This is weird, I mean it was a ‘raw sound’ as if one were looking at a ‘word’ which only came through as ‘raw shapes’ instead of getting it like letters let alone the meaning.

I held onto the sound while I woke up, telling myself, hold on! wake up! you have to get this recorded somehow, so you can figure out what it means!

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Body Talks

The Giant

I was stumped. I mean, what to do? I don’t want to “interfere” too much. For whatever reason of non-appropriate-ness, that isn’t the solution. I didn’t have a lot of time for a whole archetype working. And just appearing like some glowing woman with a sword wasn’t going to turn this guy away like it had a few soldiers in Galana. So how could I deal with it?

Change the variables, the 3rd advised mildly.

I looked at the giant. What did that mean? Like his height? The weather? Actually I suspected the latter might be one approach, but probably wasn’t what he meant. And then I got it.

The coming “event” was the answer or outcome. The giant was one variable of the equation. The other was… the people.

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

Tony and the Big-Eyes

He told me that over a decade before he’d been a regular soldier, in our world–he seemed to think we were from the same one–and one of the big-eyes had ended up here. Not in attention, but literally via tech–like a UFO. The brass had been trying to figure out how to talk with him and one of them recalled, he’d once had some dinner conversation with an officer who’d told him of this guy he thought was very clearly psychic. So for the cause he’d worked out who that was finally, and they had dragged this guy in. He didn’t understand the big-eye guy but after sitting with him awhile, he did start to get a good gut-sense of him.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Tony and the Big-Eyes

Notes to Self, 03 May 2012

it seemed as if the cells, the molecules, the atoms, of my body and immediate energy body, were — what is the word when a worm goes into a cocoon and comes out a butterfly? The pupae I think, a sort of mutation that there are no words for adequately describing the incredible nature of it I suspect. Anyway it was like they did that. I went through my whole body as it ‘converted’ every atom – molecule – cell to something a bit different and, I sensed, a nature that was ‘more flexible’ in the future than they have been. Bit offbeat, not very physical, probably as I was far too beta brainwave, oh well.

Prayed a bit and then that was that. This is the first time I’ve managed to do work with IG on my lunch break, which I never actually take, but did today. I’m going to try and start taking a lunch break to work with her.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Notes to Self, 03 May 2012

Notes to Self, 02 May 2012

She dropped us in a big room with beat music and people all over, clearly a party of some kind. We found this woman that Calme recognized, like she was of her energy. She was a young woman and slightly high on something. We got her out of there and got her to go home and then… I lost track of what the hell we were doing–Nero pointed out my lousy attention span I might add–but somehow, we actually “became present in her” — to her notice. So basically this woman realized all the sudden that she had like six people that were all part of her somehow. … Anyway, that she did not run screaming into the night is to her credit. […] IG said the others were distracting me, which was possibly a diplomatic way of saying I had the attention span of a 3 year old, and so they left. […] I was on the street someplace that seemed a lot like here frankly. Modern day city. Late morning, slightly overcoast, windy, cars all over. A woman (age indeterminate to me) with long straight dark hair was walking, carrying this big artist’s portfolio she was fighting with on a windy day. I understood I was there related to her, so I made myself invisible (just to be sure I was) and followed her closely.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Notes to Self, 02 May 2012