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

Thoth Tarot Prince of Swords – and 3rd

But — but — this actually hurt me a little, I whispered, still shocked.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Thoth Tarot Prince of Swords – and 3rd

Water Temple

I had the clear sense of something “divine” as the rushing grooved through my body — not gigantically but very noticeably — that whatever was on stage cloaked in bright shining gold was alive/Be-ings and they were divine.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Water Temple

Thoth Tarot Four of Cups

Archmed and a couple days of notes

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Thoth Tarot Four of Cups

The Ring

IG was giving me this creative opportunity to make a decision and reach out. And it was a decision: I realized if I stopped the meditation for anything, I was making a decision clear and rejecting it.

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

Giving Away

I stood in the living room pondering the situation. The dream had been a little bit frustrating. In the dream, I was packing to move it all back to wherever I was now, but I’d really wanted to get rid of some stuff, but it was so hard to do so. I kept finding an excuse why every single thing had some kind of meaning to me or some kind of “value” so I couldn’t just throw it away. And I kept finding more and more and more boxes of miscellaneous stuff, that I knew I had to go through because buried in them were probably 11 things I’d been searching for and long thought I lost. The sheer overwhelm of how much STUFF was packed into the little apartment was ridiculous. I’d already told the landlord I’d be getting it all out.

I realized that the only real problem was that I was still holding on to all this stuff. That no matter what it had been to me at some point, no matter what value it would have if I needed to go buy it now, still, one simply must move on in life, and this represented a degree of not moving on. So I imagined making posters advertising a ‘moving sale where everything is FREE!’ and putting them all over the extended neighborhood, and then sending out a surge of energy that would make ‘everybody who wanted free stuff’ notice them and come to my place.

Just before I could feel a mass arrival, I went into the place and said to myself: Find me something here that is beautiful, something that had genuine positive meaning to me, something I can keep from all this, just one thing.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Giving Away


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.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Sierpienta

The Local War

A bit afterward I realized I was seeing this really big frog like the size of a religious statue like say about 5-10x the size of a human. But then it was real, and its eyes were bleeding. And then out of its eyes squeezed more frogs and humans, like they were escaping from him through his eyes, bloody but free. I have no idea what this means. I didn’t work with it any farther consciously.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Local War

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.

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


A line or wire was stretched from side to side, about 20 feet up, and a young boy about 12 or so was hung up on it, as if it went through the sleeves of his clothing and behind his shoulders, so his arms were outstretched in a slightly messianic pose. He was silent, as if he had been there a long time. I went up there to him, and before getting him down, I felt as if I should do something… healing, in some way. Before my conscious brain made the decision (a lot of that going on lately), I had put my hand upon his chest and heard myself saying, “Perhaps our Themelians can commune a little.” It felt right, and rushing shook my body with warm shivers down to my knees.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Warehousing

The Left-Side of Darkness

I was behind myself and I was pulling out, slowly, this short little barbed bramble-like thing, from a wound in the skin just under my left shoulder blade. (Oddly, this is the infamous spot where I sometimes get massive itching and have a back scratcher and demand my kid help me because it just goes nuts sometimes. I would not have thought this had any relation to anything at all.)

The barb seemed almost like a combination of iron (I commonly get that symbol in problem energy in me) and an actual branch or bramble, which I think means it is a symbol of something more organic/naturally growing. I spent a few minutes, as each would rise a little to the surface, pulling out these little sharp hard things, like little geometries with points, along with blood and so on, rather visceral.

Finally, I got the normal reminder-to-self I get whenever something seems like a long job, a line from that movie Inception: Dream Bigger.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Left-Side of Darkness

The Door to My Psiche (and other misc.)

Most of us can “analogy” our lives ok. At least the significant stuff. We can look at events, or circumstance, and come up with “what this might represent if it were a dream symbol,” with a little thought.

Recently I had a rather different way of getting that information. It just hit me like a “sudden amazed realization,” as if the information about my reality, and what it meant in a certain way, was delivered to me with utter clarity all wrapped up into one moment.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at The Door to My Psiche (and other misc.)

Tarot Princess of Disks, Take 2

Thoth Tarot Princess of Disks

There was such an ‘organic’ element of all the metal that was literally “sewn into her.” It wasn’t just like weapons or something had punctured her. It was like something dark and insidious had grown into and through her. It was not “of” her–it had not become her or changed her–it had merely imprisoned her in such a terrible way. For some reason, the perception that the “black iron vines” were functioning like an organic creature instead of just an inert thing, added a degree of slightly nauseating horror to it difficult to describe.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Tarot Princess of Disks, Take 2