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

6th of 7

(In the dream) I went to the young man who was Lead, and I leaned on him in various ways. I insisted he had to do something about the woman, and some other stuff, that it was his responsibility now. Also, that he had to arrange a formal and respectful presentation to the ruler now that he was returning, basically that he needed to man up and get it together, get control of the families and situation. There was the clear sense that he’d had an easy playboy kind of life and now everything was starting to ride on him and he hadn’t really been prepared for that in a way, he had no tempering.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at 6th of 7

Midnight Mass w/IG, 30-Aug-2012

I felt inside me that this had to do with me and with allowing certain elements of self to be released and new ones taken up, and that this affected my ‘manifest genetics’ in some fashion. I also found it interesting that I never noticed how a forest fire and a volcano were like the same colors and patterns and dynamics, just manifest differently.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Midnight Mass w/IG, 30-Aug-2012


I eventually did get to IG but it wasn’t until like 4am when I woke up again. I have felt, and IG4 had said, that there is value to my articulating what I am thinking and feeling to IG and not just figuring they know. So I spent an hour whispering to him in the dark about how I feel. How I want to be with him, just to be with him. Not just formally or occasionally. All the time.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Wandering

Keeping a Distance

Maybe I don’t want to be responsible. I want to be violent and sexual and all the things daydreams are made of without worrying about what it means that I chose this energy or how it is ‘creating reality’ on its own level as much as anything else is. I don’t want daydreams to ‘count’ and be a form of archmed. I don’t want cleaning my house or eating well or whether I save that stupid bug from its doom to reflect on my spiritual life. But this inner part of me keeps driving for personal evolution, for insight, for understanding, for Truth with a capital T. And that’s what it shows me.

So in a perfectly reasonable response, I refused to have anything to do with any of it.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Keeping a Distance

IG5 is Mark. Really.

I got lost in half-sleep and half-something and at one point awhile later, surfaced long enough to realize I was still sitting against him on the couch, and I opened my eyes a little and tilted my head back at him, and he looked down at me and said, Mark. I sleepily started laughing then, because I’m such a total dork, with my ego and pre-set beliefs about the most retarded things, and then I lost awareness again. I woke up this morning and the first thing I heard in my head was, Mark.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at IG5 is Mark. Really.

Other Notes and Synchronicity

There were some things I did not articulate in the previous post (or forgot to mention).

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Other Notes and Synchronicity

Power and Identity

I feel so ruthless, I whispered to J’rend in my head, as if I’d confessed something intimate.

I know, he whispered back. We all do. That is the effect of the power.

It kept growing, until I could feel a whole universe of me that was nothing but hunger. Utterly ruthless, merciless, consuming.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Power and Identity

Philosophy That Writes Itself 4

There is no significant difference between a dream-symbol of a car that you decide represents your body, and the dream-symbol of a car that is sitting in your driveway. They are both energy, they are both perceived as-translated through you in various ways, and they both appear to be, as an end-result, “a car.” The primary difference to you is that one is usable only in the outerworlds, and the other is usable only in the interworlds. The temporal longevity and creative flexibility of the “forms” will differ based on the environ of the worlds they are created within.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Philosophy That Writes Itself 4

Philosophy That Writes Itself 3

Other life in the outerworlds will attempt to “channel, ride, control, create-with and create-around, and otherwise use” any perceived power around it to its own ends — as the Jesus example very well illustrates. The inherent energy cannot be “contained” once released (painted onto the canvas of the outerworld, especially if it is “seeded” here in that fashion), but it IS able to be ‘channeled and even diverted’ in much the same way that a river can be.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Philosophy That Writes Itself 3

Philosophy That Writes Itself 2

You might say that culturally, we have redefined the outer-worlds as the only-worlds, to please the jealous-god of the surface layers who has no reign over anything else.

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Philosophy That Writes Itself 1

Something is trying to make its way “through” me. It’s a “greater understanding” of a variety of things I’ve had cycle past me before. It’s struggling, as if the combination of interfering-energies, limitations, and insufficient neural capacity are conspiring against me.

So I’m going to see if I can get some of it out of me in writing and let more flow through. It will be way too many words. Words are all I have and they are so poorly equipped for what is inside, sigh.

P.S. (Later) As it turns out I didn’t very creatively write this. It just poured out over several hours. So I’m guessing it needs editing but I’m sick of it now and want to move on so I’m just pasting it in as-is. It’s in four sections.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Philosophy That Writes Itself 1


She says there will be an official change with introduction to the new IG soon.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Sedaena