For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.
You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.
You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.
“If you meditate regularly, even when you don’t feel like it, you will make great gains, for it will allow you to see how your thoughts impose limits on you. Your resistances to meditation are your mental prisons in miniature.”—Ram Dass
“I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard - and in order to forget.”—Henry Miller
I want to build homes for those I will never meet learn as much as possible from people, books, and the wild I want to love unconditionally until the day I die and when Death finally comes for me it will be nothing more than a reunion of old friends.
I am the divine feminine incarnate— the priestess of totality in the flesh. I own her carnal dexterity, her sweeping sentimentality, her unconditional love. I am more powerful than your gods, more intelligent than your scholars, more passionate than your lovers. You sowed the seed of your own lithesome body within my cavern, hidden from the Sun, bathed and nourished in my secretions with the light of ten moons. Drink deep of me, thirst for no other, and be whole.
“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”—Frank Herbert
An Interview with the Seer Almine by Ronni Naggar, Denmark
Q. There seems to be a tremendous rise in suicide statistics, as well as self-injury, which has become a sort of fashion among the young. Can you give us some answers during this interview to firstly understand death, and secondly, to comprehend why death is not the answer? A. The place to start might be to understand what death is, and where someone goes when they die. The dream world is entered when the dream body (which is the same as the soul) leaves the physical body to have experiences in a parallel reality (the soul world). During dreaming it is attached by a cord to the physical body. During death, that cord breaks and awareness is drawn away from the physical body, which then decays.
Q. Not many teachers have spoken about the dream world and the soul world, or place of death, as the same… A. Yes, it eluded me for years as well, until I did an intense study for a week with five students in my home, following them into their dream worlds.
Q. Is it this idyllic place that we believe it to be, and how does death of natural causes occur? A. Well, let’s look at the second question first. The awareness particles, or sub-atomic particles of which formed life consists, are stuck to one another like spiraling ropes. They pummel the fields around the body and the body itself. The Toltecs call this grinding action against the individual, “The Tumbler” – their name for death. The more we resist life, the more we pit ourselves against The Tumbler and hasten death. The fields around the body resemble a luminous egg. This luminous cocoon eventually cracks from the grinding force, and death occurs.
Q. And what about the first part of my question? A. Life in the mirrored world of duality bounces between three mirrors: life, death and ascension. Mirrors lie, promising to deliver what they can’t…
Q. What does death promise to give but then does not? A. Peace, an end to suffering. The karma of deeds has to be resolved in the physical. The karma of emotions has to be resolved in the soul realms. We can decrease this, by heeding and resolving the messages of our dreams. So, while our physical comfort may decrease after death, our emotional discomfort increases.
Q. Just as an aside, what karma do we have to solve in the ascension realms? A. Regrets and chances we believe we missed.
“Zen is feeling your way along in the dark. You might think it would be better to have more light, to know where you are going, and to get there in a hurry, but Zen is feeling your way along in the dark. Then you are careful and sensitive to what is happening”—Shunryu Suzuki
1. The visible, material realm—the collective experience that we all agree to call the “real world”—is an emanation into three-dimensional space of an invisible parallel universe. We cannot claim a full understanding of the “real world” without taking account of the hidden realm that it emerges out of.
2. Precisely because it is an emanation—and therefore in some senses like an illusion or a hologram—the “real world” is not a fixed and firm, immutable construct that can be changed only by the direct physical or mechanical action. Sometimes it behaves more like a lucid dream that can be changed by the power of thought and imagination.
3. ”Thoughts” are therefore “things” and we should be aware that our thoughts can manifest tangible effects in the “real world.”