Solstice Lover

                                   

                                

                                                                                                 

                                  "Don’t move," says the lover …                         

                                  In luscious dark                        

                                  I hold still                        

                                  In fertile fallow field
                         

                                  I sense the pulsations                        

                                  Solar vibrations penetrate my deep
                         

                                  Beams of invisible light                        

                                  Laser through                        

                                  Renewed openness                        

                                  And devotion                        

                                  With absolute precision
                         

                                  Promise                        

                                  Breakthrough                        

                                  Culmination                        

                                  Inception                        

                                  Rest
                         

                                  O blessed Light                        

                                  Blessed Night

                                  

                                  Ann Foorman 

The  Inexorable  Reintegration

Alan Hammond   August 1, 1999

Ever since the so-called fall of man a little while ago, he has lived in a fragmented universe. Throughout recorded history, it is obvious that human beings have been trapped in an isolated ego state, and these egos have felt removed from the natural condition describable by the word heaven. They have felt very separate from all the forms of nature, and what they’ve called the cosmos seems to be something unknown and far, far away. However, we’ve also considered an evolution of experience caused by the fact that the Earth is moving through vibrational space, and this ever-changing context brings inevitable changes in the planet. This movement and change is the inexorable restoration of the true experience to human consciousness—the process of reintegration into the Divine Design.

There are various ways one might examine this reintegrative process, but a simple one is to see the evolution of the fragmented human consciousness in relationship to what has been called God. In the isolated ego state, initially there was an attempt to suggest there was a God, that the universe didn’t create itself somehow, that there had to be an intelligence and an animating force back of everything. Then gradually there was a consideration of the nature of this intelligence and force, and the idea emerged that it was a very fine character, ultimately identifiable as Love. It was suggested by spiritual leaders that human beings should be oriented in this God. Various mental pictures of God were created—and these became structures in human consciousness, but nevertheless provided some orientation and a sense of connection to whatever was back of everything. Then came the next stage whereby it was felt that this God was actually within us—called the atman, the divine spark, or the Wonderful One within. So this wonderful Spirit was felt to be very, very close and to be of great assistance in the living of life.

We, through Uranda and Martin, were introduced to the idea that in fact this animating spirit “within” was who we really are: “I am this beautiful Character; I am a Creator.” They taught also that each of us was part of a collective Whole, the one Body of the Lord, and that we had a part to play in this collective Body. And in these days we’re emphasizing that aspect by realizing that: “I am, indeed, an aspect of the Spirit of the One Creator—the Archangel”, and that this same Spirit is detectable coming through everybody, at least at some time or another! It’s the same Spirit emerging through the one body of mankind, albeit we acknowledge it is doing so in a limited and distorted way. And beyond that, one recognizes the same creative Spirit coming through all the life forms, which are also parts of the body of the planet—which is the greater Archangelic Body.

Now this is also a very brief resume of our own personal experience actually. If we look back over our lives we probably see that what I’ve outlined as the history of the fallen human re-creational process was essentially our own path of evolving consciousness also. And today we find ourselves in the midst of what I would suggest is an accelerating process of reintegration into an awareness of our Archangelic Identity in the Archangelic Body. Yet to emerge is the awareness and experience of reintegration into what has been called the cosmos, and function in all these levels of the One Body. It’s rather as if the Archangelic Body and its consciousness has to be born again, and it is being born again, to whatever degree, through our own consciousness.

Identified in the Archangelic Spirit of the Creator, we let an integrated Whole reemerge in our own consciousness, because we let it emerge in our own experience. We behave in an increasingly integrated way. We definitely realize that there is no aspect of our lives which is separate from any other aspect. We may have previously thought of our lives as being in little compartments, but they aren’t, and we now know the natural requirement of expressing the Spirit of the Creator in absolutely every moment, which will constitute radiation of the creative spirit into all aspects of our living. This accelerates the fundamental process of reintegration of spirit, of consciousness, and of function in the Whole. We find that this is the core responsibility—revealing our Divine Character in the Whole.

There will be some people who will say, “Well I don’t believe this is what is happening. I don’t agree with the picture you’ve outlined.” We have no need to argue with anybody about anything. In one sense the days of “the Spirit of God wrestling with man” are over. The process of integration is so far advanced now that the fragmented state won’t be lasting very much longer anyway. It’s not so-called science that’s causing the integration on every level in the world of man. We’ve sometimes considered how it seems to be that scientific invention is facilitating a process of integration on Earth. But of course science is merely an effect of something working back of all the activity of human beings.

When spiritual points of focus have emerged on Earth they’ve invariably been in direct contact with a relatively few people. Most of the followers, after the departure of the points of focus, very quickly forgot what was being taught, because they hadn’t generated adequate oneness with those points of spiritual focus, and they soon revealed their own lesser personal level of integration. However the effect of the ministries of the spiritual leaders was not merely lateral with the few followers they had physically encountered. Their radiation into the substance of the body of mankind intensified the awakening and reintegration in responsive substance scattered throughout the whole body of mankind, and that process has continued through the centuries. 

Often, people spiritually inclined are very concerned about converting other people, usually to mental formulas and dogmas. And though that is obviously a component in communication, in this day we are beyond that level of focus. Now we concentrate on the qualitative expression of spirit—and it’s radiation. We don’t have to argue with anybody mentally. Surely our view is that anyone seeking to give expression to their highest vision, no matter what that vision is, has our support. If they actually do this, their vision will go higher. So I say, “Don’t bother to argue—get on with embodying whatever your highest vision is”, because I know that the reintegrative process is inexorably well underway. Nothing can stop it.

Often people spend their lives arguing with others as to how important they are in the divine scheme of things: “I’m an important spiritual leader. I have these superior concepts.” I don’t think we should be too bothered about trying to convince anybody of such a silly idea. I think we’d be much better occupied actually filling out our personal point of spiritual beingness. Every human being is a unique focus of the Spirit of God. All the Whole wants of each of us is to express as fully as possible out of that quality of character, get on with that, not be busy looking around to see who’s watching—and then arguing to tell everybody how wonderful that expression is, that they’d better smarten up, see how wonderful you are—and follow! Now that may be a bit of a negative slant on things, but it does go on, because that’s the isolated, fragmented ego at work. Whereas if we are knowing increasing factual integration, our only concern is to reveal who we truly are, letting the Whole utilize that as is best for the Whole. It couldn’t be simpler. Who would we be battling with? The fragmented ego is battling, wrestling, competing with everybody and everything in sight. I would suggest that the integrated state is simply seeking to contribute creatively in the moment.

The Archangelic Identity has always remained intact, as One. It’s merely the fragmented human consciousness which has not experienced that integrated Identity. The Archangelic outer consciousness has to be reintegrated. How few people realize that the consciousness of all the other living forms on earth affect and actually interplay with the human consciousness. It should be one harmonious consciousness. The ecology of the outer physical level of things is becoming known in a vague way, but how it really all moves together is not known. And the fragmented consciousness looking out into the cosmos does not see or understand what that actually is. Nothing is really what it seems to be through the fragmented human consciousness. Well saying that doesn’t get us very far, except to let one’s consciousness realize that there’s going to be further radical change, and that the Archangelic Body is going to purge itself. The integrative process will continue. The question, I suppose, is: Is any human consciousness flexible enough to undergo the radical change of experience that’s going to be required to consciously return to the integrated state? Well, maybe, maybe not—we don’t know yet. Maybe, as in the initial creative process when a “deep sleep” fell upon Adam, another “deep sleep” is going to be required. We shall see.

Anyway, there is an inexorable process underway. There’s no need for us as individuals or collectively to struggle to do anything. It’s already happening. However, there is something for us to do, and that is to embody in every moment what is ours to embody of this process. It’s a large picture that I’ve outlined, and it may not immediately seem to connect up with our everyday living. Most people on Earth wouldn’t be interested in considering something like this, especially if you call it a spiritual consideration, because they usually want the meditation to relate to them personally—“My personal feelings, my personal difficulties, my personal struggles, my personal hopes and fears—that’s what I want to talk about—how I can make my life more comfortable and cozy?” So I do understand that the kind of consideration we’ve been sharing this morning would seem remote to an individual ego, torturously slogging it’s way through an incomprehensible experience. But we are invited to play our part in something much vaster—in fact, in the totality of Being, and in letting the magnificence and the stature of that begin to be felt and expressed through us once again.

This process of reintegration when it applies to nations, can seem to have quite a destructive effect. As the world shrinks, people are forced closer together, causing emotional reaction to the perceived proximity (they’re not geographically much closer I suppose), but having to interact with these people causes all sorts of things to rise up—memory, resentment, fear, and so on. You can see that it’s emotional reaction, crystallized states of consciousness, and the heart that come under pressure. As this integrative process continues, so much of what currently exists doesn’t belong in the reintegrated state, and one way or another it will be eliminated. So as the distorted material of various dimensions is forced back into the One Design, anybody or anything identified or involved with the distortion being dissolved, will have a very disturbed experience.

Of course, all this must be translated into the everyday factors of life. There are people who loom in our worlds who irritate us, and that is part of this process we’re describing—whether on the personal, national or international scale, between managers and workers, or in racial matters. When some things are pressed towards us, there can be great discomfort, fear and turbulence. However, we may cultivate the transparency of consciousness necessary by simply letting people or circumstances that are forced close, be there. We don’t have to argue with them, debate with them, push them around, get hold of their necks and tell them they have to change their ways.

The key is this apparent detachment from outer circumstances. I know it may sound abstract (to the isolated ego), but I would suggest that the larger the consciousness, the less turbulence there is when there’s change within that consciousness. If you have a small consciousness then every disturbance is a storm in a teacup. But if we share in the Archangelic consciousness, everything can have it’s space and place. We’re not trying to change it. It is going to be changed. It is being changed under the influence of the Almighty Power, so we don’t have to personally beat it into shape. Let it be changed. To people wrestling with “evil” this seems very detached and abstract: “What the hell are you doing to help the situation?” Well we’re letting the Creative Spirit which is animating everything, do everything then. And our action in that situation will be part of that One Action, which is not against anything. It is for what is real. And when we are for what is real, the real will grow and what is unreal will evaporate.

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               Gary  Snyder

           

               Go  Now

               You don’t want to read this,
               reader,

               be warned, turn back
               from the darkness,
               go now.

               — about death and the

               death of a lover — it’s not some vague meditation

               or a homily, not irony,

               no god or enlightenment or

               acceptance — or struggle — with the

               end of our life,

               it’s about how the eyes

               sink back and the teeth stand out

               after a few warm days.

               Her last

               breath, and I still wasn’t ready
               for that breath, that last, to come
               at last. After ten long years.

               So thin that the joints showed through,
               each sinew and knob

               Shakyamuni coming down from the mountain
               after all that fasting
               looked plumper than her.

                         “I met a walking

                                   skeleton, his name was Thomas Quinn”

               we sang
               back then

               she could barely walk, but she did.

               I gave her the drugs every night and we always
               kissed sweetly and fiercely after the push;
               kissed hard, and our teeth clacked, her
               lips dry, fierce, she was all
               bones, breath and eyes.

               We hadn’t made love in eight years
               she had holes that drained all the time
               in her sides, new ones that came,
               end game — and she talked when she could.

               Daughters, mother, sister, cousins, friends
               in and out of the room. Even the
               hardened hospice nurse in tears.

               “Goodnight sweetheart, well it’s time to go.”
               our duet, cheek to cheek,
               for that last six weeks

               She watched the small nesting birds
               in the tree just outside.

               Then she died.

               I sponged her and put on a blouse
               with sleeves to cover gaunt elbows,
               a long gauzy skirt
               like Mumtaz Mahal —

               I was alone. Then they came.

               One daughter cried out
               “She’s a corpse!” and stood fixed
               outside on the deck. It was warm.

               I was alone. Then they came.

               The third day

               the van from the funeral home came for her,
               backing up close to the door,

               I helped roll her into the sheets
               slid on a gurney and wheeled to the car
               and they drove up the rough gravel hill
               our family group standing there silent
               as I turned, held my breath,
               closed my eyes to the sky.

               Five days of heat and they called me,
               just Kai and me, to come witness cremation.
               It cost extra. Only the two of us

               wanted to be there, to see.

               We followed the limousine
               through a concrete-yard with hop
               through a gate beyond that
               to an overgrown

               sheet metal warehouse that once was a body shop
               to the furnace and chimney room,
               it looked like a kiln for a potter,
               there were cardboard coffins
               stacked up   empty around.

               The young man at a desk and a table
               filling out papers, sweating, as we
               set out the incense and bell, the candle,
               and I went to the light cardboard coffin
               and opened the lid. The smell hit me like a blow.
               I had thought that the funeral home
               had some sort of cooling
               like a walk-in

               maybe they did. But it didn’t much help.
               Her gaunt face more sunken, dehydrated,
               eyes still open but dull, teeth bigger, her body
               her body for sure, my sweet lady’s body
               down to essentials, and I placed two books on
               her breast, books she had written,

               to send on her way, looked again
                         and again,
               and closed it   and nodded.

               He rolled it up close, slid the

               box in the furnace, locked down the door,

               like loading a torpedo

               we burned incense and chanted the

               texts for impermanence and all beings who have lived

               or who ever will yet; things writ only in magic

               and just for the dead — not for you dear reader —

               watching the temperature gauge on the furnace,

               firing with propane, go steadily up.

               So now we can go.

               Maybe I know where she’s gone —

               Kai and I one more time

               take a deep breath

               — this is the price of attachment —

               “Worth it. Easily worth it —”

               Still in love, being there,
               seeing and smelling and feeling it,
               thinking farewell.

               worth even the smell.

             

                 


               This present moment
               that lives on

               to become

               long ago

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