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Intelligent Universe

Posted in esoterica, Mind Power, reading with tags , , , on September 16, 2010 by darcyarts

Fantastic things are in the atmosphere all the time. One just has to tune in to them.

I am  finding the Stanislov Grof book, When the Impossible Happens, fascinating. It is like a book full of short stories, recollections of instances of synchronicity, a retelling of the interplay between human consciousness and a living, responsive, humorous universal energy.


I read Carl Jung early. I was drawn to his autobiography, Memories, Dreams, Reflections. It was my first serious encounter with this idea of an intelligent universe interacting with humans. That notion is powerful — that everything “out there” is aware of and responds to everything in here, in me, in my consciousness.

We are all connected to the totality, the whole of all experience, all thought and all possibility. Time is a mind game.

As I’ve drifted though life I have noticed that certain things, seemingly insignificant, stand out, like quiet, mysterious little sign posts on the long road.

Bob said “Take what you have gathered from coincidence.”

Some say the little sign posts on the roadside are like nods of approval to let you know you are on the right road.

Sometimes, I think, they can be jokey, affectionate pokes. Like the universe saying “Your still driving and all cosmic laughing eyes are on you.”

I think we take the really serious ones, the encounters that come like a ghost jumping out into the road, waving arms and flagging us down. We see them as an invasion into what we have imagined is a safe, closed world. These encounters set off our fight or flight response. I think we handle them differently if/when we understand that they come from inside us.

Our perception of phenomena as friendly encounter or  threatening invasion makes all the difference. At the moment just before we intersect with that seemingly external element we can see a butterfly or a brick coming toward our windshield. Fear forms the brick. Love/acceptance transforms the oncoming entity into a butterfly.

This is how the ancients say we may surf the psychic realms. We can let all those  unexpected, ghosty figments/forms float through the psychic space we occupy, flow right through us.

 When we attempt to bat them away or grab them and wrestle them to the ground they only grow larger and feel more threatening. It’s just our shadow waving.

No matter how threatening a thing may seem at first glance,  we can expect butterflies.

From the deep, dark mine of our psyche we can unearth the most brilliant jewels. The intelligent universe is a benevolent mine owner with our safety and spiritual prosperity eternally in mind.

Afro Marla and the Juggler

Posted in esoterica, nature with tags , , , , on September 29, 2009 by darcyarts

I think I’ve mentioned that my headform is named Marla.

Marla has cheered me up through my slow confrontations with the truth. She deserves fresh looks and so this morning, while I was supposed to be working I gave into an impulse to hit the thrift store. I found a nice afro wig and it looks smashing on Marla.

MarlaAfroSideAShe has a certain gravitas here, no? In that, she reflects the philosophical tendencies of her creator.

I have been pondering the push and pull of the disparate elements of my big fat yod. Here are the results.

Expect the unexpected. Roll with the punches and surf the cha cha changes. Understand that everything about my life is a free form performance and, despite my efforts to nail it into place, ever shall it be.

Oh, how I have tortured myself. How long have I waiting to become settled into a groove? How greatly have I longed for everything to lock into place, to finally get it, to have arrived at the peak of the mountain from which I can clearly glimpse my destiny?

Nuh uh! Not going to happen. It’s always going to be a smorgasbord of improvisation. I am tasked with occasionally bringing something into focus from the vague or confusing shouts from the audience of synchronicity.

I do have Gemini rising and have learned to juggle pretty well by now. For the fleeting periods of calm focus I am thankful. Now roll, Jojo.

I know there is magic in the offing.