The Long Road

[Guest guest]

Hi Tara and All-

 

I know what you mean about the long road, otherwise known as the

" shouldn't I be able to see someone's aura by now? " road. Even with the

gifts I have been given they seem to come and go and my memories and

thinking of them perverts them into something else. Often I feel as if

I am knocking at a door at which I'm not let in. I mean, if they asked

me to knock, why then don't they open up?

 

To me though, it keeps the mystery alive. It even makes the mystery

integral to the experience and how I conceive of it. I think there is a

lesson here that wants to be learned. It is about looking into the veil

and seeing some of its aspects. The temptation to declare or decipher

what the given revelations are about is there, but in every declaration

or definition is a death. A revelation turns so quickly into a

tombstone by the greedy mind. I have a hard time when in the New Age

realms I hear the words proclaiming the light. These words tear at me

because I see a lifelessness in them, a proclamation of light that

points my eyes straight into the darkness. I get embarrassed when

talking to those who express such ideas. They talk of the light but I

keep seeing the veil again. So maybe I am suppose to keep looking into

the veil and keep knocking at the door, at least for a while.

 

I believe our psyche is there to protect us and all the things it does

that kill spiritual awareness it does to keep us together. That is a

mystery right there, we couldn't have a revelation unless the shroud

that prevent us from having one itself supports us. What a contrast,

cross purposes hand in hand.

 

As an artist I know that tension is necessary for a good story. I am

sorry but stories about all light and glory are boring to me. There

needs to be friction to make it interesting. It is the contrast, of

purpose or perspective, that resonates in us. Why? Because we are all

full of dynamic contrasts of perspective and purpose that live as

dynamic tensions. Our minds like to tell us that this is not so, but a

quick look will tell otherwise. What a good mother that lies to us so

well. But this is just another example of a dynamic contrast. She is

doing her best to keep us whole, but she must laugh a little at the

success of this failing effort.

 

Through accepting that I am outside but wanting so much to enter,

through seeing revelations fall to dust, through desperately wanting to

unify that which keeps splitting, I think I am getting a continuing

lesson in the ways of the veil. I think this is training for the artist

who must use these contrasts to tell the story that needs to be told,

contrasts that can resonate in the experience of others. How do you

explain the two that are one and the one that is two? Seeing it in what

is already there but seeing it in both directions, from dark to light

and from light to dark.

 

Isn't there something in some ecstatic experiences where the opposites

merge, something immense at the same time as totally miniscule?

Multiple perspectives at once but none really coming from a knowable

reference? At least I have seen this sometimes. Contrasting forms that

seem to shift as perspectives shift, this is good artistic fodder.

 

Bret