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

7th of 7

This went on until the Aeonic said, Did it ever occur to you that when you feel that urge, that there might be a reason? That some factors might be in place making it important or ideal?

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


He is… still. Calm. His light does not escape him, comes to mind. His mere presence has some effect on me, but very mild. Compared to the holy impact of Sedaena it’s not even comparable. I mean she just rocked my world there at the end. He seems as if he’s — words are difficult to find for this — like he is waiting for me. Like he is not flooding me with his energy; he is requiring that whatever of him I have in me, I have to go get.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Potential

Say Aye-uh

I dreamed about Jesus and Mary.

The fact that I am still resistant to the ‘Jesus’ mythos — though I am ok with the ‘Christ’ identity — didn’t seem to matter.

Everything I tried to write down about it just seemed ridiculous and ‘not the point’. And some things that mattered I have forgotten. But these things stood out:

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Say Aye-uh

IG Gives Notice

I don’t want her to leave me. Not when I finally love her madly. This is when the last IG left, when I loved him madly, although it feels like it was nowhere near as strong as this. The Four had told me that this feeling represents a “state of development” and for a long time I was even afraid to let myself too close to IG lest it would result in her abandoning me to a new IG. Sure enough, I truly trust and I truly let the love in and now she is apparently going to leave me soon.

I don’t care how appropriate everyone else inside thinks it is. I think it’s horrible.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at IG Gives Notice

The Spark of the Divine

I have a crush on her like I’ve never had on a human, if one could. I never so wanted to be nicer and sweeter to anybody or anything. I never felt so overwhelmingly honored, so fall-on-your-face-and-thank-God-for-it grateful, for the mere existence of an identity. Glorious.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Spark of the Divine

Notes to Self, 05 April 2012

You know, even my 12 Aeons seem love-based. My Four definitely are. Inner Guide is literally angelic, and each IG seems moreso. Sometimes I run into what I call “the Blue Eyes of Soul” and when I’m not immobilized by his eyes, I feel my heart chakra blooming wih such sweetness I can barely stand it and perhaps fortunately for my heart’s survival, but not for my desire to be close to him, it fades and stops. The largers certainly seem… um, well, “good,” fundamentally.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Notes to Self, 05 April 2012

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

From the Deep

I already knew what was coming as somehow I’d heard the prophecy of it. From out of the deep, slowly rising, as if unbothered by the water and not wet either, came a man

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at From the Deep

Authority and Money

This is one of those that I expected something from — maybe a monster. A ‘thing’ sort of archetype.

And it ended up being something so completely different as an experience, that later on, I realized I had no idea how the experience related to that issue at all. Apparently IG’s understanding of this is deeper than mine… not surprising I guess.

During the experience, it seemed profoundly, cosmically meaningful, ‘amazed realizations’ and ‘shaking with sobs at the power of it’ kind of thing, repeatedly throughout it.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Authority and Money

Rambling 14Dec09

Thoughts/questions/experiences sparked by recent materials I found and a couple exercises.


What is really the difference between the archetype of an energy and the energy? I know officially it is ‘my relationship’ with that thing; not that-thing-itself. But how could I perceive it without my relationship in the way anyway?

Is it impossible to truly perceive any thing as it truly is?

The-thing-itself, I suspect, would always be a geometry. Does that mean that everything manifest that doesn’t come across like an 11-D geometric shape is, actually, an ‘archetype’? A symbol or translation?

So we are walking around an entire landscape of “symbols not things”? Skyscrapers and flowers and cats and cars… no different than if they were green cubes and yellow tetrahedrons that chirped?

Is it that we acclimatize to the symbols and so we hard-wire the neural perception like a shortcut to meaning, and we start thinking that every thing IS instead the symbol?

Do the QBL (Kabbalah) “correspondences” have validity because everything we perceive is not a ‘thing’ but ‘an archetype/symbol’? So it’s not that there are things, and then symbolic meaning; it’s that everything is symbolic meaning.

It’s not that we have a viewing target of the Eiffel Tower and get symbolic data; it’s that the target itself IS symbolic, because everything is. There is no such thing as literal data only matching-symbols. Hmmn. That might give a different idea regarding RV data if I think about it enough.

Does a

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Rambling 14Dec09

Neshama, Faith & the Angel

I’m less concerned about being led astray by others than by myself.

After all, others as teachers can always be only temporary. One eventually moves on and sees the world from another perspective. But how less likely is it, how much more difficult is it, that we move on from the prejudices of ourselves?

When you learn thing-A from person-X, and along comes Apples and Albatross that validate thing-A, you think to yourself, “I guess he is right, at least so far.” But when you learned it from your own conclusions or discoveries, your ego says, “You see? I am RIGHT!” We are seduced by the mating of our desperate need to know and our desperate need to believe we know.

Worse, our paradigms structure our perception of everything that comes after. The original self-fulfilling prophecy was probably, in fact, a prophecy of self-fulfillment, followed by someone’s fatal collapse into a vortex of the mirrors-of-confirmation.

As long as I don’t really need to have faith in something, the logical side of me feels safe. I can keep my skeptical, vaguely cynical separate-perception, and opine about all sides of any issue, feeling smugly superior about my Wiser Wider Perspective. Then my ego is happy enough. That right brain is firmly in line, barefoot in the kitchen and not getting too uppity!

But when it comes time to “put out” for faith, my logical self becomes a nagging mother of the intellect’s alleged-virtue. “The only thing that belief

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Neshama, Faith & the Angel

Identities in the Inner Realm

In spontaneous experience, inside meditations, dreams, mixed states or sudden visions, over the years (mostly since 1993) I have come to accept that ‘I’ am composed of a “merged multiplicity”, and in turn am part of a larger merged identity where I am just one of the parts, as well. I sometimes see indirect or “philosophical” reference to this concept but I have no doctrine or model I am following, only my own sometimes confusing experiences. I would love to meet others who may have similar experiences. I blog my thoughts and experiences mostly because I have a surreal problem with forgetting things in this genre very quickly, but also in the hope that someday, Google willing, others with similar experiences may chance on me.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Identities in the Inner Realm