Tag Archives: mystical experience

Wake-Up Call

 

“Much of magic as I understand it in the Western occult tradition is the search for the Self, with a capital S. This is understood as being the Great Work, as being the gold the alchemists sought, as being the Will, the Soul, the thing we have inside us that is behind the intellect, the body, the dreams. The inner dynamo of us, if you like. Now this is the single most important thing that we can ever attain, the knowledge of our own Self. And yet there are a frightening amount of people who seem to have the urge not just to ignore the Self, but actually seem to have the urge to obliterate themselves. This is horrific, but you can almost understand the desire to simply wipe out that awareness, because it’s too much of a responsibility to actually posses such a thing as a soul, such a precious thing. What if you break it? What if you lose it? Mightn’t it be best to anesthetize it, to deaden it, to destroy it, to not have to live with the pain of struggling towards it and trying to keep it pure? I think that the way that people immerse themselves in alcohol, in drugs, in television, in any of the addictions that our culture throws up, can be seen as a deliberate attempt to destroy any connection between themselves and the responsibility of accepting and owning a higher Self and then having to maintain it.”
— Alan Moore

 

There is something inside of us that calls to us no matter how hard we resist. We can drink, do drugs, watch violent movies and sports, treat each other like shit yet still even when we try to quiet our inner self it speaks out. Perhaps it is in acts of self-sabatoge as that inner self tries to rouse us from our self-induced slumber. Perhaps we have an experience where for just a second we are connected to that higher self and know beyond mere belief that what we have been running from all this time is both fierce and beautiful. It may be just the right conversation at just the right time that does it but few of us can resist it when it happens. For at least a brief time we wake up knowing that there is something more to strive for. Tho we may choose to hit the snooze button and return to our slumber, once heard that voice cannot be fully ignored.
Blessings, G

 

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The Path Leads Quickly Inwards on Many LevelsThe Path Leads Inward on Many Levels by G A Rosenberg

 

Wired EyeWired Eye by G A Rosenberg

 

Spirit of the Dark WoodSpirit of the Dark Wood by G A Rosenberg

 

One Brief Moment

 

“That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.”
― Hermann Hesse, Gertrude

 

To hear for a moment
the universal chord
and to harmonize in an infinite instant…
to know that brief moment
then have it slip
bereft and longing
like seeing the sun
then locked in a closet
in my head

 

How do you regain a moment once had? How do you find your way back to where thanks to grace you’ve had a chance to be. To feel that moment of connectiveness. How does that moment change your life and what new quests does it send you on? It seems to me that one moment is both too long and way too short.
Blessings, G

 

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Moving Along in A Fractal LandscapeMoving along in a Surreal Landscape by G A Rosenberg

 

Minimalized Filtered BeachMinimalized Filtered Beach by G A Rosenberg