Category: Consciousness

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The Mysterious Self

One of the most wonderful elements of being Human is the sense of self; yet there is great confusion as to what the ‘self’ really is… even whether it exists at all. Something harvests the experiences of each day yet declares itself separate from them. This accumulation is deemed to be a living entity – the ‘me’ – resplendent with a memory of having … Read More The Mysterious Self

Divination – Art or Science? (3) : The Blind Archer

The archer stands before our target. His skill is deadly; he never misses, but there’s a catch: he’s also blind… and he never speaks, except with his arrows. No-one knows how he does what he does, but if you ask him a question, he will fire his arrow at the target. The place where the arrow lands is his answer to your question… The … Read More Divination – Art or Science? (3) : The Blind Archer

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#ShortWrytz: Soma of Soft Skies

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been entranced by the soft skies of the warmer months – particularly those of late spring, which heralds their return. Their beauty speaks for itself… but there is something else that haunts. The word ‘soft’ is the key. Every one of our senses is touched in a silken way by the early mornings, long days and … Read More #ShortWrytz: Soma of Soft Skies

Divination – Art or Science? (2) : An Old Flame

The man, still distinguished though his hair and moustache were now silver, sat before the fire. Once more, he was alone in his home by the lake. Before him, the old kettle, as black with age as he was white, rattled on the small iron grate beneath it. The flames from the burning wood flickered up around its sides and the noise from within … Read More Divination – Art or Science? (2) : An Old Flame

Divination – Art or Science? (1)

For as long as there have been humans on Earth, we have sought to find answers. Wise women and wise men have been cherished throughout history for their ability to throw ‘light’ on complex problems and situations. In our modern age, more people than ever find at least comfort and, often, guidance in some kind of fortune telling. My grandmother used to read tea … Read More Divination – Art or Science? (1)

Painted Pebbles in the valley of the Moon

John Ruskin was the leading English art critic of the Victorian era. He was also an art patron, watercolourist, prominent social thinker and philanthropist. He wrote on subjects as varied as geology, architecture, myth, education and political economy. For the last quarter-century of his life, he lived at Brantwood – a house he designed on the shores of Lake Coniston. Despite this, one of … Read More Painted Pebbles in the valley of the Moon

The Old One and the Gatekeeper (3): non-action

37 The Dao abides in non-action but there is nothing it does not do.When the leaders abide,The myriad of things transform by itself;Transformed yet desire to act,I lead the community by not naming the simplicity of things;Without naming the simplicity of things, thus lead to no desire;Without desire, with tranquility,The world correct by itself. ——- The above is chapter 37 of Lao Tzu’s Book … Read More The Old One and the Gatekeeper (3): non-action

The Old One and the Gatekeeper (2)

The story of the Old One and the Gatekeeper told in Part One may be just that – a story. Or it may be the truth, turned into legend. Classical Chinese history places Lao Tzu as a 6th century BC contemporary of Confucius, and there are reliable records of their meetings. They were said to have great respect for each other’s work. But, beyond … Read More The Old One and the Gatekeeper (2)

The Old One and the Gatekeeper

The Old One crested the rise in the road and turned to look back at the land he had loved. If all went to plan, it would be the last time he saw his home. The breeze that should have been summer-warm was cold and frigid, yet carried the warm stink of corruption. He could no longer breathe its air. He had to leave; … Read More The Old One and the Gatekeeper

Shaman, viral… collective unconscious

The last time it happened, I was in Mexico, in the Mayan temple of Chichen Itza. After a long coach journey, and a beautiful swim in cold but crystal clear cenote, we had arrived at the fabled temple complex; and were lucky enough to have one the best guides I have ever encountered. He was of the native people and described – with great … Read More Shaman, viral… collective unconscious

Marking the Horizon

Our garden is south-facing, which is lovely when the sun shines, as we benefit from its rays through most of the day. I’ve begun to write about the history of our ‘gunpowder’ village of Sedgwick in other posts. The old (drained) canal bed that runs through our garden has been a challenge to incorporate into a coherent design, but, a decade on, we seem … Read More Marking the Horizon

Complex Harmonic Motion

Sphere or disc, it matters little What your complex words cry Into the wind – the only thing that separates us Not distance, not when:  Your smallest sigh, Your first breathed sound, The movement, even, of your lips, Stirs my heart to action ⦿ And, pumping blood,  In ancient ways you could not grasp I change before your eyes into arrowed fur and claw … Read More Complex Harmonic Motion