Saturday, October 27, 2012

no myth

"Dear God, make me a bird. So I could fly far. Far far away from here." 

"As you wish."

On a small rock nearby is the wren, the sacred bird of kings, revered as an oracle and a keeper of secret wisdom. The wren is an ancient totem bird that flew highest of all creatures by riding the back of the great eagle, thus earning itself the title of King of All Birds. It serves as a reminder that the smallest of Earth's creatures is capable of soaring to the greatest heights and seeing beyond the furthest horizon.

This time of rebirth is both inward and mystical, and yet outward and universal, beyond the narrow boundaries of human civilization and moral codes.~The Wildwood Tarot

"You be careful . . .

. . . People in masks cannot be trusted."

There was a King who had six sons and but one daughter he loved his daughter more than any of his other children, and passed many hours in her company; but one day while they were together the princess displeased the King, and he cried out, "May the devil take you!"

There seemed nothing amiss that night when the princess went to bed. But in the morning she could not be found.

Then the King tore his hair for grief and guilt. "It is because of what I cried out," he said, "that she is gone."

Then the Second to the Throne, seeing the King in despair, arose and cried, "Give me a servant, and a steed, and gold, and I will go out and seek the princess."

You people can watch while I'm scrubbing these floors 
And I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawking 
Maybe once ya tip me and it makes ya feel swell 
In this crummy Southern town 
In this crummy old hotel 

But you'll never guess to who you're talkin'. 
No. You couldn't ever guess to who you're talkin'. 

Then one night there's a scream in the night 
And you'll wonder who could that have been 
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin' 
And you say, "What's she got to grin?" 

I'll tell ya
There's a ship
The black freighter
With a skull on its mast-head
Will be coming in

Didn't see the giant squid though it was fairly slow
When they hit the bottom they were well and truly dead
The statues took their place and then they rode back home instead

Jenny Diver

A Crystal Moon

"You are the princess!" he said. "But how have you come to this place?"

"The King let fall an angry word," she said. "He cried, 'May the evil one take you!' and this is the palace of evil."

"The King is grief-stricken because of what he has done, and I have sought for you these many years," the wanderer told her. "How may I take you away?"

"You cannot take me from this place," she said, "except that you first go and select a place for yourself, and there you must remain for an entire year, thinking only of my deliverance, longing and hoping to rescue me, and on the last day of the year you must not eat a particle of food, but must fast, and on the last night of the year you must not sleep; then you may come to me."

He did as she told him to do. He went into the desert and remained there an entire year, and at the end of the year he did not sleep, and did not eat, but returned toward the palace of the evil one. On the way, he passed a beautiful tree heavily laden with ripe fruit, and a terrible desire came over him to taste of the apples, so he went and ate. At once he fell into a deep sleep, and he slept for a very long time.

Curse of the Dark Crystal

After he had slept seventy years, the man awoke and asked his servant, "Where am I?" The servant told him what had happened, of the army that had passed, and how the princess had wept over him. Just then the wanderer saw the veil lying beside him, and he cried, "Where does this come from?"

"The princess left it for you," the servant said. "She wrote upon it with her tears."

He who was Second to the Throne held the veil up to the sun, and saw the marks of her weeping, and read of her grief at finding him so, and read that she was gone from the first palace of the evil one, but that he must now seek her in a palace of pearls . . . (Meyer Levin, The Golden Mountain)

So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tried
It's a trick to make you see wide
It can all but break your heart in pieces

(Beetle Juice)

Bound Phenomena

Sameness and Otherness (Subject and Object)

The exterior of The Moon is the mirror in which the Sophia, the Supreme Lady, can see her image for the first time.  The inside of The Moon is the Crucified Christ, who out of love is the nail upon which hangs the mirror and all subsequent manifestations of rainbow creation.  That's right, all of visible, audible and feel-able reality, the seven-colored seven-toned world in which we dwell, exists inside The Moon.  The exterior universe is real, but also imaginary.  Real because it exists, imaginary because it is perceived to be an exterior and unbound phenomena, when in fact it is merely the false projection of an unbound phenomena that is in fact bound in a chamber. (The Wrong Way Wizard)

The Minotaur in the Moon

"You ask me what is inside this little space. I tell you that everything is inside here," says the teacher. . . . It is an emblem of the cosmic secret. Whatever is the extent of this vast space that is outside, that is the extent of this little space in our own heart also. So, one should not be under the impression that it is little in an arithmetical sense. It is little in a different sense altogether. It is not physically small. It is not a little handful of space. It is really as expansive and as extensive as this universal ether that we see outside. The whole of the heaven and the whole earth can be found inside this little space. The principles of the five elements - earth, water, fire, air and ether - and whatever you see outside, is all present here in this little ether. The sun and the moon and also the stars can be seen inside this very heart of ours. (The Chhandogya Upanishad)

In this dream, the dim light of the landscape indicates that the clarity of daytime consciousness is dimmed. "Inner nature" may now begin to reveal itself in its own light, so we are told that the quadrangular disk becomes visible on the horizon. Hitherto the symbol of the Self, the disk, had been largely an intuitive idea on the dreamer's mental horizon, but now in the dream it shifts its position and becomes the center of the landscape of her soul. (Man and His Symbols)

One day though it might as well be someday
You and I will rise up all the way
All because of what you are
The Prettiest Star

Well, the heart inside seems to be a greater mystery than the outer world. Whatever we cannot see in the whole world also is here, says the Upanishad. Why is it that we cannot see everything in the outer world, and why should everything be inside our own heart? Because our heart, which we call the selfhood of our being, is the true representative of the ultimate Reality. . . . Hence, while the incapacity of probing into the subjectivity of the external universe prevents us from knowing everything in the universe, there is a possibility of diving into our own Self and knowing all things at one stroke. (The Chhandogya Upanishad)

You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it
Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me

Yes, it's only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn't be make-believe
If you believed in me

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