“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed”
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A Stranger in the Garden by G A Rosenberg
Lately I’ve been involving myself more and more with a culture that reveres its ancestors and asks them for guidance, both in terms of spiritual ancestors, those in the lineage but also one’s physical ancestors. I’ve come to realize that I’ve been learning but not understanding how this could apply to me.
I mean my genetic ancestors are practical salt of the earth immigrants who follow a very traditional jewish religious (dogma) form of spirituality, what could they know that could help me connect within and without to godhead and the different god forces (whether you refer to them as demiurges, deities, orishas or sephiroth. That lever has now been shifted and once again I see my own ignorance and blind spots a little more clearly.
I mean, if I had the goal of merely understanding the nature of spirit intellectually (if such a thing is even possible) then I might have a point. What I’ve longed for would be more of a devotional relationship not only comprehending the attributes of the different god-forces but an emotional relationship with them.
The person who taught me the most in my life about unconditional love was my grandmother Pauline. She saw the world and those in it with all of its faults and she loved them anyway. She told me many times growing up that no matter what I did and no no matter where I went she would always love me. What’s more she meant it. I have had many relatives go on but she is the one whom I have felt at times, close to me, her smile and her love and I know that love has given me protection.
If I understand the quality of love that comes from the goddess at all. It is because of my dear Bubbe. Thank you.
Setting : A dance club Vrndavana Fields that lives somewhere in our hearts. I look around. The atmosphere is somewhere between that of a church and a goth club with a bit of druidic conclave added for good measure. Trees grow from the floor and their branches provide natural places for the lighting. All my friends are here along with incarnations of godhead from various pantheons and belief systems. What music plays here? Ah, a bit of everything from the sacred hymns and gospel you may expect to death metal, hitting all stops along the way. Right now Billy Idol’s voice can be heard singing “Dancing With Myself”. Krishna, Yeshu and Lucifer are in a corner dancing shirtless enjoying the irony.
Everybody here seems to be having a great time. We hang out and dance, read, drink or eat, kiss and couple in a totally natural way with none of the drama that sex usually brings. Innocently, an exchange of energy and some of the lovemaking is energetic indeed. In this place even casual play is sacred yet no matter accrues to it.
What lies outside of this club be it field or forest? There are no secrets, we may know or not know. Perhaps we only see a little. After all, the reality is too large and we each have our bit to contribute to this feast..
Speaking of feasts…
A Golden Apple rolls in. On it can be read the word Kallisti, which is greek meaning ‘for the most beautiful’. It seems that the goddess Eris is up to her old tricks. It was an apple, such as this that started the Trojan War. Does she now hope to start the War of the Trojans? She looks around expectantly. It seems that everyone here knows that not only are they entitled to the apple but but that every other being is also, The Most beautiful referred to being that eternal spark of godhead that resides in us all. As each comes to this realization, the apple grows large enough for everyone to take a bite. After all there is only one tree from which this apple could have come and one garden in which we dance. Perhaps the winged doormen with the flaming swords should have given us our first clue…
In love and joy, we partake of the apple, and by doing so we all realize our divinity. The sweet juice of the goddess runs down the sides of our mouths and we transcend transcending. Trance ends transcendeing.