Archive for the ‘Magick’ Category

Violence Sucks, but…

Monday, February 23rd, 2009

Just musing here about the absurd amount of violence everywhere, especially some recent incidents in the news and in the [SF] Bay Area. Some pretty scary stuff happening out there. Many of us “decent” people would never even [admit we] dream of raping, stabbing, strangling, beating, pushing off a cliff, etc. Just NOT even remotely what we would consider? WRONG.

It’s really too easy for us “decent” folk to feel smug and superior, to blame the ills of the world on thugs, drug dealers, dictators, religious extremists, klansmen, Nazis, rednecks, Idi Amin and on and on.

Fact is: the world is a very dangerous place for all of us, and there is rampant and insidious violence everywhere.

What? OK– No upbringing of any child in any environment is anywhere near perfect. Find someone whom you totally envy, scratch hard enough, and you are very likely to find some festering wound that they have no tools with which to cope. Sure– there are really very many laudable exceptions, many loving parents, rich poor and in-between in all manner of places who are able to properly nurture their offspring and raise perfectly healthy humans. Sadly, there is too little of that. Some of my evaluation comes from the evolution of social mores over my own lifetime, but we truly have had many exemplars throughout history; our job is to find them laud, them and emulate them. It it NEVER too late to be healthy or to nurture a healthy state in a person who depends upon us.

Oh, dear– my point!

There is inherent in all of us [oh, I think of that poor, deluded chimpanzee] the capacity for extreme violence in the face of potential danger to ourselves or a member of our tribe or family. This is, unfortunately, pretty necessary, even when it proves to be misguided.

But– My main point is that I cannot condemn the folks mentioned in my first paragraph, those who learn violence almost from the cradle, or who are dragged into it when options for a healthy life dim to a dull flame or are extinguished altogether.

Why? Well, we, the “decent” folks, “civilized” folks have ALL in common with these “animals” and have no right to condemn anything but their actions. Think about it. Some of us sit calmly behind our desks and order broad-based strikes against a nation, a tribe, a race, drug users etc. Like Pilate, our hands are clean. Others of us sit back, collecting monstrous pay [for little work, IMNSHO] deciding that so-and-so and so forth are worth far less than us for doing a monstrous amount of work. This is truly VIOLENT. I could go on and on about this, but Rachel Maddow, Barak Obama and friends are trying their best to correct this.

Saddest and worst, and my real point: those of us who doggedly and tirelessly inflict violence, sadness and destruction upon ourselves, our parents, our children and ourselves. We drink, we drug, we are depressed, we abstain from even a fraction of our potential. We suffer in silence that is really a deafening roar to those around us. Our blood, sweat and tears flow in the gutters. Our lives, a sweet gift and holy blessing, melt away in sadness.

We cannot rescue the overt “monsters” and offenders unless and until we rescue ourselves. We must find the marvelous within ourselves, re-plant Gan Eden, and then invite all to share in our bounty.

Shalom

Higher Power

Monday, January 26th, 2009

I love being Jewish. I get to question everything, maybe even have no faith at all!

Anyway, one often hears about “Higher Power”, particularly in Recovery circles. Many have a really negative or uncomfortable reaction to this. I guess it’s like, “how in the hell am I supposed to abase myself to something I can’t see or even verify indirectly?”. Well, I’ll cover that in a different post.

Now, I just want to think about God, Adonai, YHVH, Elohim, ad infinitem.

I’m very happy davening and interacting with that/those guy, guys or entities in Synagogue services. There was always something icky and scary about “God” in Christian services, even in my favorite, the Episcopal Church. He just seemed to want to follow me everywhere and make me feel inferior. Being observant and pious as a Jew, however, feels very comfortable. I maybe wish I could explain that, but I really can’t.

Now, what abut when I feel like I really need a hand on my shoulder, an ear to listen, healing, or someone to mediate and exalt my relationship/s with others and the world around me? Or, when I need to express and release my inner strengths? Who/what do I sense when I meditate?

Two expressions come readily to mind/heart: Shekinah (”Holy Spirit”); Holy Guardian Angel. Shekinah feels to me to be watery/airy, transcendant, pervading, animating and animating all; the aspect of God that is very real, accessible and all but tangible, usually described as feminine. The Holy Guardian Angel seems very similar, but expressed in Western Yoga, i.e. Golden Dawn and other mystical schools, as the closest manifestation of Kether in Malkuth. This is most often, in my experience, described as feminine, too. To me both wear many guises and have infinite names and are as close as breath or heartbeat.

Well, I suppose being Jewish is not at all different from being a Pagan panentheist. YMMV.

Bill

Zach and Jake

Saturday, November 8th, 2008

Zach and Jake

Zodiacal Earth Temple

Monday, January 7th, 2008

Posted by: “Bill Stewart” BStewart172@comcast.net   mrbill94115

Sat Jan 5, 2008 7:46 pm (PST)

Terri, and everyone–
I’ve enjoyed reading everything here lately. I’d read about the Times
Square Crystal Ball– wondered who else would notice [as if we wouldn't].

Can’t say as I watched more than an episode of “The 4400″; I have lots
of trouble meshing with TV schedules. Still haven’t seen the latest
Nostradamus/

Lost Book episode, dammit. The one prior to that I really
liked for this reason: both the “true believers” and “true cynics” are
off base, the former for their naive determinism [a particular quatrain
they think they've nailed may be about something yet to happen], the
latter for their refusal to engage in creative conjecture. Neither of
them seem to have a grasp of the purpose of the quatrains, something
I’ve long felt but didn’t have good words for until Vincent stated
something to the effect that “they teach us how to respond to and
understand events around us.”

ZET: Did it work? I happen to think so. A magickal act once done can
never be undone. In the higher realms, too, such an act that has yet to
be done or experienced in Malkuth in Assiah is already “there” and can
be operative on some level. Example: I am going to perform some act in
the future, good or bad, with great impact; this act already “exists”
and I am on the path of preparing it. The act of conjuring archetypal
energies and embedding them into stones, then placing them and using the
Waz scepter and lunar and other energies to turn on the formation
created a wave in space-time. My primary recollection of the rite of
activation [besides the fact that there were at least two folks there
trying to keep it from happening] was the creation of a 4-D structure.
Best if the physical space and structure could still be there; the near
destruction of the Parthenon may have diminished Athena in some spheres,
but it DID lead her to manifest, however imperfectly, in Centennial Park
in Nashville.

Terri, I wish I could see the geometrics to which you refer. I also
wish I could take the 2D layout of the ZET and spin it up into 4D
wholeness, but that’s not a skill I possess, save to say that my visual
concept of it involved intersecting conical sections and projections and
also involved spheres, rotating circles, triangles, cubes, hexagrams,
icosahedrons… maybe I watched “Close Encounters” too often, though.

I’ve definitely felt it’s impact as I dive into the Zohar, and something
about the particular segment I activated has greatly helped me in facing
and navigating difficult interpersonal situations.

Enough for now,

Mr. Bill

Dream Therapy

Monday, January 7th, 2008

Sweet dreams [are made of this]:

OK, you with the ‘cello, calmly step away from that cow.

Well, I’ve been thinking about lots of stuff since Vincent mentioned his
mother and her dream life. Where to start?

For one thing, I’ve had lots of dreams that rehash old scenarios that
used to be disturbing; I’m now able, mostly, to know that I am dreaming
and often use my will, present intent and imagination to address those
people and situations. It really gives a sense of resolution.

Better still are what Vincent’s mother may know of: wistful visits with
beloved and not-so-beloved departed ones.

Both types of dreams I’ve addressed with my sometime-shrink, a skinny,
wizened old hippie named Cody Fisher. Well– his summation is that any
highly-charged, emotional dream that leaves you with a sense of peace is
highly therapeutic [and cheaper than an hour with him]. Makes sense.

One formerly frustrating type of dream is that of being with old friends
and finding a formerly-unknown shopping mall or district in whatever
town pops up, somewhat like the art districts in W-S, Elm Street, SF,
whatever. There are all manner of exotic foods, goods and services
there, but then one wakes up and it’s all gone and the world returns to
shades of gray… but not really now.

Now, I know that these are dreams, sometimes dreams within dreams [lucid
dreams are often layered in non-Euclidian fashion]. I’ll reach for my
wallet or MUNI pass… and pockets are empty. Shit! Wait… it’s a
dream. I’m free to enjoy this stuff, these people, these experiences
and let it all go on awakening. And, awake, I lose attachment to stuff
or sense of regret for missed connections or frustrated experiences. I
can even go to sleep and propel myself into certain dreams if I wish.
Also, I can back out of a nasty dream and push it away [if I look at the
issues it raises]. It’s also possible to be awakened from a really
sweet dream [by the cat, lightning, mate going to the bathroom] and
decide to return to it.

One big lesson: consuming alcohol and various sedatives tends to delete
dreams and create much psychic disturbance. If you’re going to indulge,
do so lightly so that the influence passes before bedtime.

Another: if bedtime approaches and you find yourself upset or disturbed
by something, especially if you can’t name it, try to set yourself to
dream to solve it. This can sometimes work.

That’s about it for now…
Bill