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Spiritual growth is like all others: you absorb, become aware, and via love (sympathetic rapport and desire to become or absorb) and will (directed intent), that energy becomes part of your singular 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 or unique. It's simply "unconscious and slow" for most people. I figure I can't help doing it, so I would rather do it well than badly.

The Angles of Angels

Posted by Palyne on 2010.08.24

Today’s rambling prose:

The birth of a universe is an idea incarnate.

Angles… the paths between. Divine Geometry: Aware.

The birth of a person is a universe incarnate.

Angels… the ‘paths’ between. Divine Identity: Alive.

…and probably more than 22 of them. ;-)

***

I was thinking the recent med on coworker that had the frog (saw your comment K, thanks!), that maybe it was like on the ‘your worst enemy’ archetype… where it was said the only real way to solve that was to heal the darkness in them that caused the issue.

Well if the source of the problem energy is something like insecurity, feeling like others don’t see him with enough recognition, maybe that causes defensiveness and negative competition. Could be wrong, just thinking. You make the frog into a prince, that’s curing the froggy-complex, right?

I crack myself up. I’m going to refer to insecurity as a Froggy Complex forever now just because I can.

I realized the building thing was “bringing light into the darkness” which seemed pretty archetypal.

***

Maybe I should be negotiating with the Aeons. If they’re evolving too, then maybe they have their own interests. Maybe instead of acting like it’s all about me, I should recognize they are technically me-projected, and hence their development matters too.

I wonder would they put more effort into connecting with me if it weren’t a generic relationship but one geared to accomplishment and mutual goals?

***

Much astrology reading in spare

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RV Notes; notes with Dor

Posted by Palyne on 2009.12.12

A few misc. items relating to RV/psi, and a meditation (ok just sitting around) with the (late… the Four removed him from me/us) internal thoughtform Dor.

Journal Fragment, February 25, 1998

I heard one of my outer guides! I could never hear them before! OK so it’s probably ‘me’ but I could never even hear myself-as-them before.

He said… “Go to the plane that is right at heart level.” The one that I was using awhile ago to sense something… I forget what. I visualize it like a flat sheet of light that connects to the bottom of my chest, sorta.

He said… something like, “That is where the real RV data can be {found/acquired}.”

I had been planning to do an archmed on RV in a little while but he answered my question I guess!

Journal Fragment, Date Unknown

RV Haiku

we seek evidence for the coincidence of our matching data

Journal Fragment, November 10, 2004

Last night while relaxing I had the feel that a man ‘sat down inside me’ like a ghost or psychic. I thought, well perhaps I’m imagining this.

But then I realized that I had completely quit breathing in response, and surely my body wouldn’t spontaneously react so strongly if there was nothing to it.

Journal Fragment, May 17, 2005

I had this dream. This is like ‘abstracted through 7 levels’ to get to words, so it sounds like one trite thing on

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Silent Cosmos and the Ways of the World

Posted by Palyne on 2009.12.11

In August 2002 I had a spontaneous “poetry” inspiration which led to the previous posted poem (The Deja Vu of Home). I hadn’t written poetry in many, many years.

That was a Thursday. It was a Friday morning around 10am when I was programming and suddenly looked up from my coding and said to my assistant nearby, “I want to go get a cat. From the animal control guy. Preferably an adult cat, a male.”

Now, nobody in their right mind wants an adult male cat when they have a house full of cats, that is asking for big trouble. I prefer females generally and would adopt a kitten if possible. So for me to specifically WANT an adult male cat was very weird and I knew that immediately.

Further, we didn’t have an animal shelter then. We had a one-long-room with cages filled with dogs, it’s like 180 decibels in there with all the barking echoing off the walls of the thin room, and a few cat cages up top up front. He almost never has any cats, and it’s such a horrible environ for them that after a few days waiting to see if anyone calls him about one, he’ll take it out to one of the farms. They can, in theory, ‘find’ food… usually they are coyote food. But like I said, he almost never had cats anyway.

I added, “You know, that is like an overwhelming feeling all the sudden. But I can’t imagine why I

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The Deja Vu of Home

Posted by Palyne on 2009.12.11

August 22, 2002

I am a child of chaos. The tangled fractals clang in my cells and look for resolution. My body breathes the serenity of identity and soothes the inside-out with its ignorant bliss.

I am colored outside the lines. The casually messy beliefs chatter in my psyche and refuse to march in time. My mind, it dreams of consequence and evidence and structures life from the outside-in with its prejudiced loves.

I am the One. The soul’s intent and body in tension negotiate so something will get done. My destiny allows the precision of decision and waits patiently for orders which all of me agrees on.

I am the mother of my cosmos. The stars blaze within me when it is darkest inside my big idea incarnate. My creation allows day or night wrong or right with classrooms of explanation around every inner corner.

I am octaves of invisible color. The glowing lines of spirit pulse in my reality and redeem messy chaos with light. My soul longs for the complete I AM of the hologram and impels me forward on shadowed paths with the deja vu of home.

I AM.

Identity is an arbitrary collection of consciousness assigned a title.

My work is not just study; it's prayer, it's mental techniques, it's life habits. It's not just about inner worlds; discipline and physical environment matter. It's not just spiritual; my body and world is part of it. It's not just esoteric; everything corresponds integrally — the mundane, the arcane, the divine. It's not just an '-ology'; my own identity, body, reality, psyche is key to it all.

The only tenets of truth I hold are based on personal experience.

This effort has spanned my life, but not until ~1994 did it become intentional, not 'til late '00s did it become fairly 'serious'. I've gone through many models and philosophies over time, but now I've none except what experience teach me. I am ever the student, but I've reached a point of "fluency" and "internal guidance" where I don't care about labels or other peoples' paradigms.

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