Behind the Biblical, wow, is that real? Challenges, let’s not escape from that. Never get to say it: the worth in the characters in the Bible are real. They had time on earth. How do we listen to them? Not through their own venue. We’re encountering the past. It has weight today, relevance, but it’s not our lives today. Humanity hadn’t reached that far, to understand more in life than the tall tale, and fairy tales still ruled the day.
We believed them. They made us mad. They got our goat. They made us worship the sun and put deities in trees. We abided by them, thinking the world a magical place, air tight, and no laws apply. The moon could stand in your living room, and decapitated heads could talk.
We listen to them today out walk our sun, conspiracy daylight. A bunch of Democrats extract from children and child sacrifice some blood elixir, and this is their insulin for the day? And do pedophiles rule the world? Do you know how mad that is? It’s from the Middle Ages. It shows a huge decline in the population in critical reasoning skills. It’s moonbeams, lunacy, and so many Christians believe it.
They can’t get their fantasy straight. They don’t know what it is, all the magic in the Bible, and we come down to miracle. Does it exist? Everybody’s seen it down through the ages in every culture on earth. Miracles happen, but they’re not the order of life. They are rare instances of great change in some little module or another, a superseding a nature for a moment. They happen and they don’t happen. So much gets mixed in folklore the impossible our daily ride, and it’s quite possible we hallucinated a lot in times past, even on a mass scale. A consciousness change did that, gave us reason to guide our lives and put out the great eye of the cyclops, Poseidon’s son, so that we would no longer drink from dream and vision right out there under the sun. They receded underwater, and the subconscious withdrew into its cage.
We tarry there now, not even believing in dream and vision and not knowing how to open it again so it doesn’t swallow us. That’s the crux of the matter. I have held a telltale shark in this escape hatch. I am swallowed by dream and vision. I mean it guides my inner life, disrupts. It surround me, and I have to know how to negotiate it. I spend half my time there. It’s loud, and it’s free, liable to take you anywhere, and it’s costly. It plays with your mind all the time. You have to keep it in check. You can’t just let it run amok, and you can’t believe everything it says, shows yah. So much of it’s a lie, a representative figure shown on a screen a moment that’s followed your fancy, your fear. It scares the hell outta you. It tears you apart, and it gives so much hope.
You learn these are lies to mess with you. You learn discernment, and you’re dealing with creatures more intelligent than you. Jung will get you goin’ a long ways: this is just all inside your head, and your head is much bigger than you know, but I’m sorry there are cosmic creatures, angels and demons and Gods and Goddesses and a whole host of nature spirits and world voices and a whole bunch more. You can communicate with the cosmos. It communicates with you. So you sit in the cosmic consciousness and learn how to handle it.
You see miracle there. You see it every day, because the future is in your dreams there to discover every single day, and the hearts of men and women are laid bare, everybody that touches your life that you need to know about, and the great world engines are revealed to you and secrets no one knows, but there you are a pauper in your room of no value to the world. It doesn’t make you rich. You’re dealing with symbols, representation, fairy tales to most people. No one understands the science of dream and vision, and I have gotten it down to a science in my room. Will you blast me for it? We will see.
You’re stupid you know when it comes to showin’ us the times, men and women who are beyond their time. They are persecuted or ignored, made fun of and sometimes killed. I have been ignored and cast aside, like being in an eye of a storm. I must show you what I see because I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t. I have divine beings breathing down my neck, and do you know how smart they are, how well they can manipulate our kind to get their packages done? I shoot the bird at them all the time, but I get my job done, and I resisted this poem last night, but it haunted me this morning, and I gave in. I submit it to what, several people? Great world pretend, oh well here I am again crossin’ paperwork and understanding a poem. Do we just sit here and call snakes?
One of the ones that let me in,
that touched my soul,
profound mailbox.
I came homeless
year after year after year.
We’re good.
We don’t understand your concept,
the jolt in the room.
Let’s keep busy
so we don’t have to reply.
Is this license
to just take the trouble to ignore someone?
Seldom I got a reply.
The root task
and how profound it is.
It’s indeed the world.
It’s indeed larger than the universe.
I can’t carve this out for you.
I can only sing.
I don’t know the Rumpelstiltskin of your life’s work.
Your struggles are a Banyan tree to me.
See the consciousness there?
It has handles on it.
Study books and thought process,
I don’t think you’ll arrive at the explanation of the universe.
Can we hold a tree?
What do we do with time?
How do we say the world to ourselves?
Do you hear the inner speech?
It’s spoken softly in so many inner ears.
You’re readin’ it.
It’s what you hold in your hands
in an ancient text of wisdom.
Not everyone has the fire.
Not everyone can read the text right.
And we’ve come back to your story:
not everyone has the inner fire,
though they long to see the universe as it is,
though they long to be more than what they are.
Can you grasp this?
You light it that way:
the object of your romance with time
the inner fire
to see the Invisible.
I think you’ve accredited universities with this task.
I think you’ve stopped at representations.
I think you’ve stopped at outer process.
Hidden meaning.
Self-doubt see
in your own blue pen.
Who am I cooking?
Jessica Frazier
the academic.
Have a little
finger pointing in your own direction.
The TVS fixed.
It was incredibly difficult.
Why do you believe in miracles?
I’m standing one.
You hear my measurements?
The boy in the yard.
Bigger then reality
I have not made them.
For years I’ve been sending emails to scientists and academics, or I’ve commented on a tweet of theirs, usually with links to something I’ve written involving inner exploration. Less than a handful of times have I gotten a reply, and when I have it’s just to express thanks for reading them, not to engage me over the importance of such experience. This is the latest example of such an email. If you’ve been reading my latest poems, I’m trying to show where we fail as a world. Here, it was not from reasons of moral outrage, but it was one of the titanic: the best minds aren’t. It was from an ‘expert’, i.e., a person influencing world opinion on an official level, in this case a person assigning meaning to the world, not listening to someone trying to get their attention, someone who just might have something valuable to add to the conversation. Click on the link at the end of the email, read the article, and tell me that’s just not possible.
[Subject of email] “Communicating with someone, and learning what they have to teach us…
learning to adapt our view to the information they give.” From your YouTube video Gadamer. Hello, I’ve just read your article in Psyche“Ancient Indian texts reveal the liberating power of metaphysics”. I’d like to get to the heart of the matter as quickly as possible please. “We can do something extraordinary: our mental parts can climb out of the window of the body, and up into the higher levels of reality.” What a wonderful statement worded so well, but are you speaking literally of actual hands on spiritual experience, or are you talking about using your imagination and having high thoughts? I think it’s the latter, and it’s precisely here your article doesn’t capture truth, that being what’s actually going on or has. “I might live in 2022 in Oxford, but I can share the experiences of persons in Thailand or the US, and imagine different lives I might have lived. With the help of scientists and philosophers, I understand levels of the cosmos that lie beyond the senses, and can access realities, values or ideas that cannot be destroyed with any mere physical body.” What it seems not only you are missing, but also the scientific establishment and the humanities, as university teaches them, is that it’s possible to have the experiences that the mystics (or metaphysicians describe). They are not only basing their ideas on the use of their imagination or on their thoughts. Many if not most are basing them on firsthand experience. Furthermore, though beyond this email, the authors of the Upanishads and the Vedas did not compose their writings but heard them via the inner voice. Do you know the meaning of Agni in this context? In other words, the texts came whole and ready made from their inner vision, one or a few lines at a time, and they wrote them down, something not possible unless you’ve had the experiences the texts they wrote describe, what would open a Rishi or seer to such inner vision.
Although I can give ample examples of the latter, the inner voice writing one’s seer-poetry (you can look that up if you want), I will only give an example of the heart of the matter of the email. It would be quite something if you even read it. There’s just so much vying for our attention, and something from out of the blue and from someone unknown, well, that’s usually what automatically gets sacrificed to the expediency of time:
Harm's End 