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

Notes to Self 21 Feb 2013

Eventually 3rd, from both inside me as twin and outside me as mate, worked together and they drew in gold light pictures along all my chakras on front, and then on back.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Notes to Self 21 Feb 2013

Tarot Adjustment, Take III

Thoth Tarot Trumps VIII Adjustment

When it was time to trade some energy he/she reached out to the chakras above and below my feet/head and did something that connected them and I went, “Ohhhhh is THAT what those things on the card are?? I didn’t realize!” — maybe I am clueless.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Tarot Adjustment, Take III

Let the Water Take You

I found myself telling myself to just let go. That I didn’t care what parts of me might be dissolved by doing so, that it was ok. That there was no greater glory than him. That my own evolution was only achieved through realizing the me through him anyway. I really worked on truly letting go of anything of me and accepting him.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Let the Water Take You

The Glory we are Borne of

And I talked to Sun, as Ra sometimes, and I slid into a state of mind local to the mood, I suppose. I loved Sun. And I loved Earth. And I recognized myself as smaller than an atomic particle comparatively and yet, borne of them, and I loved me, for being that wondrous, miraculous creature of them.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Glory we are Borne of

The god of Language

It dawned on me that this implied something a great deal more than a personal archetype. Which explained the rather different feeling he had. Like some storybook character that was actually the only real part of the story, and from which all stories of such had descended since the dawn of time.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The god of Language

Lemur-land II

I asked later about the time differences between our world and that one, and he said that they run about the same, but that time comes in cycles where it is slightly slower or faster, and each world had its own cycles, so it would slide out of sync one way or the other regularly, but fairly predictably after awhile. I had never even heard of the idea of that our world’s time might come in cycles that shifted like that. Weird idea!

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Lemur-land II

Aeons, Symbols and Languages

I asked the now-seemingly-local Aeons if they could please find a way to absorb into this environment in such a manner that it wasn’t so… distracting to me as their individual presences, in such quantity in a small space, were to me. I had the sense they were doing this. I had already noticed that my room, which I’ve worked so hard to keep nice and surround myself with spiritual and beautiful things in, was starting to feel more like a temple I slept in, than a bedroom. This seems to have increased that feeling exponentially.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Aeons, Symbols and Languages

Letters and Numbers and Suits, O My

I might add that I have, in the past in dreams and some meditations, actually run into things specific to a given color or letter or number. Particularly the numbers 4 and 8. I just never before thought about those individual things as identities, a collection of consciousness assigned a title. Like they were some spiritual, cosmological version of an inanimate object. Maybe it is me that is the idiot all this time.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Letters and Numbers and Suits, O My

The Letters of Me

There was a group of people for every letter of the alphabet. And each group had to want to win its freedom, the others couldn’t decide for them. And if every group decided then they could do it, they could even override the overseer.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Letters of Me

Language of the Heart

Back to symbols (all of reality) being a language (like ideogram-heiroglyphics in 3-D all around us).

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Language of the Heart

Accepting the Light

I had this visual, which again I felt was him talking to me without words but it was even more clear than words could be somehow, there was this sphere and it was rolling downhill from me and as it did, every place it passed, became verdantly, richly, lusciously green and a wild riot of beautiful flowering growth, and this happened all through a part of a world the sphere rolled through, until it rolled into a river that shortly led to a giant waterfall, but instead of going over the fall it flew out into the mist and became part of the mist itself.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Accepting the Light

Notes to Self 10 Feb 2013

Which seems odd, for something so trivial. Or seemingly trivial. Maybe it’s not as trivial as I thought. Maybe it’s one of those tiny details that actually reflect something larger in life….

…maybe all that is really important is the decision, is the commitment, to X. Maybe the energy that manifests Y would take care of itself, if we dealt with the energy needed for manifesting X. Almost like what impedes us is not the ideal focus, only what inspires us should be. I hope I am making sense. It reminds me of an old saying, “Obstacles are what you see when you take your eyes off the goal.”

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Notes to Self 10 Feb 2013