any which way the light shines

it is a sense of what is right
a guide
a intuitive direction

For a large part of my life, I have zigged and zagged on the air like a falling leaf. Where I take the reigns in one aspect of my life, another will ebb and flow with the tides. It rotates, as does my flavor of the month.

Kimonos | UFOs | Linguistics | ritual | Victorian Architecture | psychometry ~~~ these topics surge and pass, to return later from the depths. The data remains ready to spew on demand.

I'm most in tune among the trees at night. Some people qualify to share such nights with me. I am intoxicated by the parade of faces at a gathering.

I can pick nettles without getting stung. Skunks have kissed me in my sleep.

the way of love, neverending, forever lasting

only the
> fool can float off the precipice without
> falling, not even realizing (s)he is endangered.
> I am an illuminated fool who, in knowing I do
> not know, knows more than most who think that
> they do know. For love, for my entire
> cornucoepia of dreams, for the adventure of
> life, I would risk anything, and have, in fact,
> risked everything, by which I mean all that is
> contained within my Ancient Consciousness, for
> each time we incarnate we forget All without
> guarantee (only opportunity) of recall, and I
> hesitated only a moment when deciding to
> reincarnate, knowing what was at risk. Not so
> easy is it for one who has regained Ancient
> Consciousness to take such a risk, hence we sew
> the tools for recollection amidst the minds of
> our people so that we might find them when we
> need them in our next incarnations, after
> leaving behind all the joys and sorrows of this
> flesh.
>
> Moments of great power, inspiration, and
> prophecy lay within the stillness that exists at
> the kernal of feelings of sorrow, which come
> mostly after the dwindling of joys. It is easy
> to overindulge in mourning the passage of joys
> (this is where I have witnessed myself closing
> up, shrivelling), but equally easy to let them
> go and feel joy in their passing. Like closing
> one's fist around a beam of light, it does
> nothing to cling to joys, to sorrows, or to
> moments of power. A closed hand clutches only
> darkness. Opening the self to these experiences
> of joy and sorrow, and letting them pass as
> their energies fade from our lives, we may more
> thoroughly value and appreciate the full
> spectrum of our emotions, like an open hand
> touching light, and therein find those facets of
> our consciousness that have existed since before
> The Dark Ones taught creatures to sleep, since
> before we were taught the polymorphic flesh-
> trick of
> "being human" to which all our people have
> become habituated.
>
> "Being human" is a psychological trap that is
> symptomatic of a society that has been
> deliberately deprived of advanced spiritual
> technologies for centuries. Advanced spiritual
> technologies enable us to leave our fleshes and
> enter all-consciousness. The human parts of us
> are flesh-envelopes for the bright filaments of
> our ecstatic godflesh that fill us and make our
> shambling carnage live, move, feel, and think.
> Our limitations exist only in what we believe
> about our flesh and the gross matter of the
> world. Our pillars of consciousness lift the
> heavens and bear down on the bowels of the
> earth, making all things possible. We do not
> belong to our social groups, our ethnic groups,
> our species, or even to our planet. At our
> behests, our consciousness could inhabit any
> particle of the universe. We need only free
> ourselves of concepts like posession, identity,
> attatchment, and belonging. I am mine, you are
> yours, and each belongs only to itself; all
> feelings of belonging stem only from the oneness
> of all things, and all each of us truly posess
> is our own person. This ugly truth is beautiful
> to me, like the grins of a thousand dessicated
> skulls I have used through time to house my
> mirth. Even my flesh is not mine, but is lent to
> me by the Great Mother, to be returned to and
> consumed by her when I find a new shell.
>
> Burning is consciousness; The center of the fire
> is all that is left when the flesh melts away;
> this is The Source, that which sustains us each,
> and we each seek to always remain there, where
> all cosciousness is united. To consciously
> arrive there in tandem with one other is a
> blissful experience, and so each soul yearns to
> find one with whom this may be possible, causing
> feelings of desire, romantic love, and various
> proprietory problems associated with non-
> platonic relationships. To become trapped in
> this mode keeps one from the experience. Some
> who realize this try chemical tools that are
> supposed to induce rapture; these are like keys
> to a door that most know not how to open. Many
> fumble at the knob and come back thinking that
> they have beheld the panorama beyond the
> threshhold, but this is not so. Only by
> embracing the Ancient Consciousness of the
> timeless self can one ascertain the mechanisms
> of this portal and navigate the maze it contains
> to inhabit the garden of bliss.
>
> I begin to lose myself in words, which are like
> clumsy sticks with which I fumble blindly in the
> mud, attempting in vain to manipulate the
> infinitesimal particles of truth that can be
> seen only with the inner eye and moved only by
> the individual will acting in tandem with, as an
> appendage of, the universe.

Our "way" is the way of balance and moderation. Not good, not evil, but an understanding of both. Taken to extremes, all things are dangerous, love, hate, curiousity, indifference.

The Jedi way is one of understanding, but it does not endorse good any more than it endorses evil. It is when a being is drawn to either extreme that s/he fails.

The Jedi way is also the acceptance of our function as a vessel. We are not the act we perform, we are the hands the universe uses to achieve its ends.