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

MM w/IG 21-Apr: Me vs. the Volcano

I remind myself everything is symbolism and this cannot utterly kill me. Then I remind myself that even real life is symbolism and that it definitely will have some effect on me or there would be no point to him having me do it at all.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at MM w/IG 21-Apr: Me vs. the Volcano

Liposomal C and a Senior Dream

He was standing with arms around me as if we were dancing, but actually we were fighting, which is another repeating symbol I get over time, those two together at the same time (like the ‘my worst enemy’ meditation).

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Liposomal C and a Senior Dream

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

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

Things I can’t yet ask the private oracle

Wouldn’t it be cool to have a stronger relationship with him? Wouldn’t it be cool to actually be able to get useful answers for any number of things? Wouldn’t it be awesome like a crowbar in a way, to get any insight I need just for the asking? I mean who hasn’t wished for their own version of Seth, sort-of? I added some questions for helping me work with him better.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Things I can’t yet ask the private oracle


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

4th in the 1st World

So for a long time I’ve mentioned and observed how integrating the energy of the Senior is my biggest challenge. Senior’s world in tarot is Wands, so Knight of Wands was apparently the worst 6-month meditation of all time because it was his energy in his world, no less. This weekend I wasn’t doing much constructive physically so now and then I did blog stuff. And in looking at tarot stuff I thought to myself, “Well on the bright side, I’m working through it. I mean, I did the Princess of Wands meditation and –” Wait a minute … I did the Disks all the way up to the Princess. And I did the Wands from Knight down to Prince. Guess what the next card up was? The card actually sitting out for months and months now? I had taken out both Princess cards and did the Disks. And then… I quit meditating regularly ENTIRELY. … Just as an incredible coincidence, Princess of Wands would be, in theory, the big “crux” card of that issue.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at 4th in the 1st World

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

Anger is a Wound

I forgot to add that in a post recently, as something I was told. With this came the understanding that most energies can manifest in different forms: as nouns or verbs, you might say. They can be an object or a ‘thing’, e.g. a broken leg, or an event or an ‘experience’, e.g. a car accident.

Anger is a wound, I was told specifically; it is the same energy, just not as solidified and longer-manifested.


I’ve had such a negative cycle the last few days. As if I acquired some real cynic energy.

It started when I was reading this post about the Mantis. I might add that having met them repeatedly back in the Bewilderness days, I haven’t the slightest questioning of their reality. I was delighted to see that post which gave me a different perspective on what I had assumed was PK but might actually just be a sound tech instead. Never thought of that.

Well I got to thinking about these creatures later on and I got very negative about it. They’ve been nothing but good to me at least in what I remember, so why I got so negative I’m not sure. I was thinking about the state of our world, and thinking that if they’re management responsible for this big freaking mess we call consensus reality, then their intentions for my species are seriously in question. Maybe we make better harmless cows if we’re busy trying to kill each other, and

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Anger is a Wound


She put something on me, and in my hands, that almost felt like ‘centurion gear’, but I was sure I had to be imagining that or misunderstanding, so I ignored it, and turned around. A guy wearing gear a lot like mine nearly took my head off with a sword. I rolled back and ran away, tuning back into the sense of the clothes and sword so I could defend myself. OK I grant my archetypes are sometimes “proactively hostile” that’s true, especially if IG chooses them, for some reason — maybe those are just the ones I have the worst relationship to — but maybe that was some kind of lesson about not ignoring her and assuming what I perceived was wrong!

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Soldiering

In the Depths

I was in a tiny room of what seemed a high-tech one-man vehicle. The rotors seemed a little old fashioned given the tech inside. A big screen in front of me showed the world straight ahead. Screens above and below that showed me the top and bottom views, and to each side the left and right views, and a larger screen to the far right showed me the view looking behind. There were displays and meters and dials and such all over the place. I sat down in the chair in the middle, and it began to move. I marveled a little at the visuals. I mean, getting count-them-six different screens to show different dynamic visuals at the same time all kinds of other things around me were new and visual, is really quite a complex thing. I noted that on the other hand, I was not able to ‘focus on’ more than a couple of the screens (with their moving landscapes) at a time, but then again, I considered, I probably couldn’t in normal life, either.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at In the Depths

Archmeds on Issues

I join Responsibility and several planetary archs first. The 3rd of 4, my mate/twin, shows up and I ask him if he will help me and he nods. I feel such love for him suddenly.

We turn and look at a huge stone cliff, stand-alone, that juts out of the sea hundreds of feet, and then on top of it is a stone castle. A road hewn in the stone winds around the cliff up to the castle and overall it looks like something out of a brooding fairy tale.

I go to it and walk inside it and I can feel the the problem, in the castle, in the rock itself, all the way down into the bedrock far beneath the water line. There are major cracks and openings and weakness, veins of weakness all over, sinking so deep.

My mate knows how to fix it. We merge and then we expand downward, around and upward, until we are deep in the earth and so high in the air and every bit of it is now inside us and ‘of’ us.

Then we start at the bottom and it cyclical waves, we use “intent”, will and love (love under will, I suppose) to create a great deal more solidity, and I feel the open veins of salt water under enormous pressure turning into solid seams of malachite and jade, deep under the water line under the ground and moving upward.

With every cycle of intent, I feel it’s working, but I feel hugely nauseated, deeply, with every ‘push’.

This is an excerpt. Read the full article at Archmeds on Issues