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

Body is Helping

Divine technology, the body. As if there is this elegance that is so mathematical, geometrical, and artistic golden-mean all wrapped in one, that it completely defies my brain’s ability to do anything but ‘gape in admiring awe.’ Body has shared some things with me recently.

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Nothing New Apparently

I suddenly ‘saw’ this totally black skull, but black like very shiny like lacquered, it was a couple feet below my ‘eye level’ in the vision about a foot from my body, and it was looking slightly downward.

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Meeting Kyana Daoen and apologizing to BUSM

I was holding her and talking to her in half-whisper against her face and hair as I kissed her and told her how sorry I was and how amazing she was, and how she deserved better and how I would be better for her, and then I realized something I felt IG was making me notice, so I talked for awhile about how she is the one, she is the only one that could play the role she does in me, that role is incredibly important and she’s it, there is no price possible on that, and how we could be so great together, and if she could find her way to forgiving me there was a whole world of exploration together in our future, and so on.

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BUSM and the rejection of parts of self

I think one reason I haven’t thought very hard about that whole follow-on experience with the chakra-feminine was that it really bothered me. I’m not sure if scared me, freaked me out, or irritated me because it sounded stupid, the whole concept of the archon ‘invasion’. Also, because then I had to wonder if every time I got sick I had been invaded or something. (Reminding me of the ancient idea that illness was when the tiny little demons (messengers?) got in your bloodstream. Seth once said that we actually catch ‘ideas’, as if that’s what germs really were. If every molecule let alone cell of energy is an information unit, and daemons are messengers, this makes a weird kind of sense.)

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Ajna Visuals

It’s like you never realize that our eyes are so… limited, that their perception is so limited to a much smaller range of frequency and meaning, until you see a color on an object or something with the ajna chakra. Then you realize you have no words for it, because our language has evolved around the common experience of colors as we normally see them. And this is supra-normal, that realer than real feeling. It’s like seeing an old fashioned graphic, and then seeing a 3D animation graphic. One is so flat and limited, but you really notice it once you’ve seen a 3DG level still, and especially if they were right next to each other or literally intermixed, with some elements being from one, and some from another. […] Deeper and richer and realer. If you only had ‘green’ or ’round’ to describe the same image done in two different ways, you would think that was ok when you saw the normal image, but the minute you saw the 3DG version, you would realize that you might need some different or many additional words to describe this to someone, to try and make clear the different experience.

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I said, “God, you know how I’ve been praying to better allow myself novel information and energy in communication and trade? Well this would be a really GOOD time!”

Near my feet, between her and I a few feet up in the air flashes this gleaming silver word that was ‘written’ from left to right and faded as quickly as it appeared. It said: Sierpienta. I ‘heard’ it in me at the same time. The ‘t’ sounded like the spanish T with the slight tongue between teeth. Actually the whole word sounded like it was said by someone with a spanish accent inside me, ‘conceptually’.

I might add that she was totally not spanish at all.

I said, “That’s your name?”

Her: That is the name of the sword. You may call me that also.

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The Landscape of Me

This was still going on when I realized I was distracted by this visual out the window. Out in the distance, in the dark, was this absolutely amazing green pyramid. […] There was a shorter, maybe 4 foot wall that was about 20 feet out from the stone border (so, a fat walkway/path around it). … I had to step out and walk around a man sitting against the wall at one point. He was old, and obviously blind, and his head followed me; he clearly saw me. I thought, now that is the archetype for sure: you are invisible in a virtual world and only the blind man can see you.

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Cards Don’t Sleep

Good grief. I haven’t been able to sleep for hours. I almost get there. But the minute I let go and am blissfully in sleep, some kind of “information” will pop into me so strongly that it wakes me up again.

I have felt this related to the 4 of Disks meditation, but also to the official apology-fest I had (later, after I was done blogging) with ACKRCK and what might be BUSM his feminine aspect, but I might have distorted that name (– er, name? acronym? or…?) info coming through. The problem is the moment it did I had a memory flash, at work I had this product that was the same acronym except a different letter at the end instead of an M, and then I instantly felt some part of my brain must have made it all up, and then I instantly rejected it. Sigh. It came back, not the same info but the nagging-reminder of my doing that, later.

You know for some reason I would have expected ‘her’ name to be… more similar to his since she is part of him. Also I notice I have now ‘rejected her’ – twice. On realizing that, it occurred to me that perhaps the reason there seems gender involved is because she is more the receiving side and he the projective or something. The Narrator once told me that I have serious issues with receiving, with allowing myself vulnerability, to the degree that this trait has caused my

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IG and the Lost

I have never felt so clueless and out of my depth as I did in a recent meditation with Inner Guide. She was the greatest, of course, as always. But I honestly had no idea what I was supposed to do.

Following on the recent insight about my belief systems drastically scaling down our potential together, I relaxed and told her I wanted to do “whatever she wanted”. Which I did assume at the least was not whatever we were doing before (mostly, archetype meditations). I worked on various visualizations and concept of relaxing and opening and letting go, and prayed to a small pantheon of deities for help in the matter.

I find that the less I know what to expect, the more my mind tries desperately to work out some rational expectation, or a scale model of probability options. Kind of explains why doubleblind remote viewing can be such a bother, working to accept impressions but working to not let the mind ‘build anything’ out of it, any expectations or assumptions. Which it does, no matter what. The mind hates those kinds of voids. Altered states often help simply because the lizard-brain seems to be more relaxed. Of course then you’re too stupid to even ask about the obvious.

You spend half the time working against your mind’s desire to leap into assumption while trying to work with your mind ‘allowing and accepting’ even the most subtle and nebulous of impressions while trying to be open to emotional,

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Heart Chakra Integration

My last previous quality time energy transfer was to Marcan, or rather to “our integration” as a process and dynamic, which is probably why my interest in psi has amped up, as that is (at least so he once indicated) one of the main things he will work with me on. So this new idea and the process and the focus on the energy basically funding or aiding the ‘integration’ went ok, and definitely the energy went *somewhere.* I mean, you can tell when this solo tantra stuff works by the rather offbeat change in how things feel of course. I hadn’t a clue where the energy went in this case, but I trusted that given my holding the intent and IG helping me, it found the right psychic post office box for delivery.

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Rambling. And: IG is Angelic

I was talking with IG, sort of. Emoting ‘with’ her as I do sometimes. Wondering just a little if I should close my eyes or turn around or something else that might make it easier for her to bring me an archetype, because sometimes I get the impression my expectations limit things. She has been so wildly creative and pushing the boundaries of what I expect or can figure out how to deal with. I was idly thinking about this at the same time I was just working on ‘being with’ her, when all the sudden, I think she shared her perception with me a little.

She thought I was so sweet. I felt her ‘sweetness’ on perceiving me and my efforts. That is another topic I’ll address in a bit.

The main point was that from her perspectives, what I am doing in archetype meditations, is like… I don’t want to say childish because we have a negative baggage on that word and she has nothing negative, she is nothing but love. But it is so… so rudimentary. Actually even that word is way too big and too advanced. If there are 100 points of ‘skill and experience’ I thought myself to be around, oh, maybe 30 or 40. But through her I saw: I am not even to 1! Not even to 0.01. Not because I’m not capable, but because that’s the limits on the experience I have allowed myself.

I suddenly understood that the kind of interaction she and I could have was so huge, wild, creative, amazing, powerful, I can’t even wrap my brain around a fraction of it. I can’t even imagine it, literally.

I saw that my little step by step process, despite that any one of those elements were fine if I wanted to do that or interact that way, the process — moreso, the “expectations” — were an incredible limitation. There aren’t even words for how limiting it is.

I felt as if, she had this entire world, this range that was cosmic, and such wild opportunity, and yet there I am down at the algae/amoeba level, walking through ‘the inner guide meditation’. There’s nothing wrong with it. It’s been awesome for me. I’ve certainly branched out of it a bit. But… it’s a tiny little box. I never knew that. I thought it was a doorway but it turns out it’s more like a tiny little structure.

The expectations limit what we can do.

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The Amazing Game; the Tower; Ackrck

I had a conversation with ACKRCK. That’s an inner-identity that showed up and talked to me a few times and very clearly spelled his name (more than once) loudly so I would not forget it. … He said he was the … the “representational identity” of the collected energy of my forehead chakra. … We had a long, like 30 minute back & forth conversation. I did not want to be having it. I felt resistant, resentful, a lot like I did with my Aeons when I first met them. I felt like my logical mind was trying to help me by bellowing, “You’re just making this up!” every 60 seconds whether I needed it or not. I knew I needed to blog it, to record the conversation. But I was in denial so I put it off. Then the next morning I put it off. And that night. And time passed and I kept putting it off until I had, finally, forgotten basically everything that was said.

I have been saying nearly every day: Dear God. Thank you for my role in this AMAZING GAME. Every time I wake up here, it seems so real!! I know that I can do anything while here and there is tons of potential. …

I don’t know if my Four and ‘The Tower’ as we call it are related to this card or not. (I mean, there are a lot of towers in the world, and in symbolism.)

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