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  1. She

    She is the indefinable essence of love, a mystery that no mind can ever solve. This ethereal quality is often referred to as woman’s intuition, which confounds man’s rationality and, if he’s willing, helps to shatter his structural view of the world. Love is all there is of value in existence. Everyone knows this at the core of their being, but the transformative power of love is rendered impotent against the harsh vibration of the world. Built on sexual force, the world is the superstructure imposed upon the earth, and exists to keep love at a distance by stoking the expectations of man and woman with the lure of glamour and sexual excitement. But whatever is achieved is unable to continue as an uninterrupted state of love; and the search for completion begins again.

    Every woman embodies the principle of She, but is powerless to come forward into sensory existence as an agency of her spiritual profundity until disabused of her false concepts of love. Woman thinks that the finest expression of her love is to please her man sexually. The truth is the exact opposite. The greatest pleasure for man is to delight his woman in the exchange of sensual love. The female is the passive principle and any assertive or projective movement is a masculine trait that undermines the purity of her nature. However, woman intuitively knows when real love is absent in lovemaking, but often fears the repercussions should she refuse to compromise with man’s overt sexuality. In time, she too becomes attached to the opiate of sex, with the encouragement of society and support of women’s magazines that promote sexual experimentation and promiscuity.

    Man’s concept of love and woman’s inherent knowledge of her own true nature are a world apart. Men rarely have time for love but are always looking for sex as a release for their pent-up sexual aggression. The appalling consequences of sex without the reassuring presence of love arise in a woman as self-doubt and periods of dark depression. In desperation to connect with her essential nature, she has babies to fill the void of an empty existence; or else, joins man in the workplace as a puppet attached to the strings of his cunning and manipulative world. Thus does woman, unknowingly, relinquish her command of love even though she may convince herself that she’s in control – until perhaps, depleted of her virtue, she weeps in despair at what she’s become.

    It’s possible however to connect with She in those moments of inner stillness, when the world recedes and what remains is the purity of love. She is sometimes visible in art or movies that capture the essence of her inherent mystery. In ‘Braveheart’, a film about the Scottish warrior hero William Wallace, there’s a scene that encapsulates the power of She. In this sequence, a highland wedding celebration is interrupted by the arrival of an English nobleman and his entourage to claim, under a revived law by the King, the right to sleep with the bride on the first night of the marriage. Violence breaks out and the bridegroom strikes a guard, but is quickly overpowered by the English soldiers. The brawl appears to be escalating; but then, in a remarkable development the bride, adorned in her wedding dress, comes forward and immediately defuses the situation. The soldiers step back, powerless and mesmerised by the courage and serenity of She. The bride touchingly bids farewell to her beloved in a silent exchange and leaves, surrendered to her fate but without loss of her essential dignity.

    Beauty is the threshold on which He and She meet, the exquisite union registered in the exchange of sensual love between partners. The deepening sensitivity to love reduces existence to an abstract level of detachment where, finally, the lovers merge in consciousness as one. This is the meaning of the biblical passage in Genesis of two bodies becoming one in the flesh. The original state of love is universal and never varies. Just how far humanity has strayed from this sublime state can be gauged by the condition of the world at any time. Despite man’s ache to be united with She, he’s failed just about every time to reach her deepest place of love due to the constriction of his flesh, wrapped in the cocoon of sexual wanting.

    Nevertheless, She will not let man rest, even though he may try to escape by leaving the earth in his insatiable quest to explore the sensory universe. She is the spiritual being of the earth and man must eventually resolve his errant desires to find completion in union with his eternal love. When a woman unites with She within herself, she emanates the indefinable mystery that every man adores and searches for, perhaps unconsciously, throughout his earth life. But woman can only be She to the degree that she has loved in form and knows man, so as never to be fooled again. She has transcended any personal attachments, but is loving and straight in her dealings with those close to her. She loves man but serves him by putting honesty to the source of her love first; and will hold unto death to this searing devotion to the unfathomable mystery within her being.
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    Western civilisation emerged from the Dark Ages on a wave of conflicting religious faiths. From the fanaticism of the East to the emotionally driven West, the stage was set at around 1100 AD for a conflict from which the repercussions continue to affect the stability of the world to the present day.

    It was the time of the first crusade: a dispute between Christianity and Islam over sovereignty of Jerusalem, the spiritual centre for both religions. Responding to power struggles within the Byzantine Empire and threats to vital trade routes hampered by Seljuk Turks, Pope Urban II rallied the faithful in a rousing speech that succeeded in stirring the emotionality of the masses. The tenets of the teachings of the founding master Jesus of Nazareth were conveniently put aside, while priests and holy fathers (the political spin doctors of the time) inculcated the people with hatred of the infidel and the blood-lust for death and destruction. It was a masterful stroke of propaganda.

    Having been granted ‘plenary indulgence’ by the Catholic Church, the crusaders were supposedly absolved of any sin in whatever action was necessary to reclaim the holy land. This was really the disclaimer to indulge in unspeakable atrocities and to show no mercy to the infidels. The fighting forces, as well as the civilian hordes that followed in their wake, underwent enormous hardship in their quest for occupation of the sacred city of Jerusalem. But could slaughter and bloodshed ever bring about a peaceful solution to unify religious differences? Or was it just a demonstration that whatever is sought as peace and salvation in the outer world is impossible before man and woman are first changed within. Two thousand years on and it’s business as usual in the holy land, where religious intolerance and conflict is as rife now as ever.

    Every country, continent or region resonates to a unique pattern of the terrestrial psyche. Africa is often cited as the cradle or ancestral birthplace of Homo sapiens. To me, Africa is indeed the womb of the earth. The lush and vibrant nature symbolises the wildness of nature untamed and the fertile ground where the elemental forces of life were conceived. Israel and the surrounding areas of the Persian Gulf symbolise the birth canal, the entry point from which life was disseminated upon the earth. From here the emanation of love from the earth’s spirit filtered through the psyche into existence. It is this deeply subconscious pull to return to the source of life that accounts for the intensity and fanatical resolve over the millennia to enter and reclaim the sacred land. But it’s been a case of mistaken identity through the distortion of the religious idea. Religion, in all of its tenets and indoctrinations, is an attempt to reconcile the distance travelled into existence from the original state of the womb.

    The volatile struggle between Israel and the surrounding Arab states has created a dynamic tension that agitates the wellspring of the human psyche. But, like a magnetic vortex of immeasurable power, the negativity of the combined unhappiness and discontent of the world gravitates back to this place where it all began. The pressure, which has been building up since the last great flood that devastated the ancient world, is periodically released through the world psyche as shock waves manifesting as earthquakes, catastrophe, revolution and periods of civil unrest. Existence is a war of attrition, the meeting place of extraordinary forces that continually break up the structures that threaten to choke the harmonious flow of life. The cyclic movement of seasonal change performs this task as part of the natural way of things. War and destruction is the way in which humanity parallels the same process. It’s an endless process of death and rebirth until, through Grace, something happens to an individual that signals it’s time for a final reckoning.

    The final crusade is the reckoning for the world and will be instigated by religious conflict and violence – but with far greater consequences for the future of the human race. Tension and provocation due to the atomic threat posed by Middle Eastern states and provinces will be the external catalyst for the nuclear destruction of western civilisation. No one can say exactly when this will happen. The only certainty is that it’s coming; and there’s nothing anyone can do to prevent it. However, for the individual man or woman, the final crusade is ultimately an inner battle and begins when the belief in the world has been shattered. This is an intensely personal experience, often triggered by traumatic events that penetrate the mind structure of an individual and instigate a profound change of life. The challenge is then to confront the sentinel of ignorance, which is the pain of living past: the build-up of all the emotional negativity and unhappiness gathered since birth.

    The physical body was once known as the temple. A temple is a sacred space, the dwelling place of the Lord; but it has been desecrated and profaned. In violating what had once been pure, the task is now to somehow clean up the mess and restore peace on earth in as much as this can be accomplished within an individual. Anyone reading this will know to some degree what this entails. The dismantling of the pillars of the temple, the ignorance of unconscious living, creates space that releases the knowledge of life and love. Love, the sustaining quality of life on earth, has been gradually eroded over time from its original golden essence to a vapour of its former beauty and glory. The willingness to endure any necessary pain and suffering is the mark of virtue that provides the catalyst to transform matter into an ever finer transparency or receptivity to life. This burning out of the ‘defiant one’ eventually purifies the inner space that restores the temple to its original state – and amazingly negates the need to ever suffer again.
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    In all recorded history has any lasting good come from a change of political regime or cultural movement? No matter how noble the cause, revolution is only a synthesis of humanity’s past struggle to eliminate the distance from an idealised version of civilisation. Whenever pressure reaches a critical level there’s a release of the force, whether in nature or in the realm of human affairs. However, all revolutions ultimately fail because any ideology is unable to be assimilated as a way of life by the majority of the world’s population. ‘You say you want a revolution … We all want to change the world’, sang John Lennon. But I wonder if many people really got the message – and, more to the point, able to put the idea of peace into practice in their own lives.

    The word ‘revolution’ has its origin in the movement of celestial bodies, which follow a prescribed orbit around their closest star. Astrologers of old, under the patronage of royalty, would offer guidance when they saw that ‘revolutions’ between certain planets threatened to destabilise the rule of state. In those more intuitive times of courtly life, the division between inner and outer hemispheres of existence were less defined, since people were more attuned to the cyclic revolutions of the earth. Although revolt by races of people against oppression has been historically recorded through the millennia, it was the French Revolution that had the greatest impact on the progressive wave of western civilisation. This was not due to Napoleon and his allies but a cosmic initiative to dismantle the old guard, which was stifling progress towards the expansion of space and the release of creative ideas from the realm of higher mind. At this point in evolutionary time Uranus, the planet associated with revolution and intellectual brilliance, was discovered.

    Everything in existence has a built-in obsolescence that yields to the pressure of time and progress. Each living life is a revolution in time, culminating in the death of the physical form. Remarkably, as a race we have become dismissive of our mortality in the futile attempt to make sense of the world. The creation that appears as the sensory world is really an alien territory, which can be demonstrated when the body is physically injured. In a similar way that a gash in an astronaut’s suit could severely jeopardise the life, when the insulation of our skin is cut there is pain due to exposure to the outer forces of creation. In fact, were it not for the gravitational pull of the earth, the life force would be sucked out into infinity! This strange feeling is sometimes experienced by people in dreams or in delirium.

    On the global stage, the new revolution will not be in the streets or in the political arena of the world. It will be a revolution in science, coinciding with an incredible discovery of a new planet within the solar system. This will herald a new evolutionary phase of humanity and introduce what was assumed to be impossible: the exceeding of the speed of light. The new planet has always been in existence; but in the modern era it has remained invisible, with its effects registered although unable to be quantified. What will astound science will be the introduction of a new way of perceiving the abstract nature of space which, amongst other things, will shed light on the theory of black holes, the conundrum of light travelling on waves or particles and, most significantly, release the ideas for a new energy source that will enable man to travel to other galaxies.

    The discovery of the new planet will greatly enhance the understanding of photons and will probably be recognised as Phaeton, the planet which supposedly perished in a flash according to the ancient Greeks. It didn’t explode; it merely withdrew behind the sensory space of existence. The planet will remain undetected until the built-in obsolescence of Einstein’s relativity theory can be transcended. When this happens, the new technology will enable scientists to see through the materiality of space into the unconscious realm beyond sensory perception.

    The world exists to perpetuate the progressive drive of humanity and to keep the charade of living and dying a going concern. World revolutions happen in time against the backdrop of a dying regime that prosper only for as long as the forces of the world permit. Revolutionaries such as Fidel Castro, Gandhi and Martin Luther King were conduits of an idea that radically changed the cultural landscape. In recent times, with the emphasis on the fame and celebrity culture, artists and performers are sometimes in a position to lend weight to a political angle or perhaps to introduce a fresh perspective that opens the eyes of the world to something new. However, there is a major flaw. Unless a revolutionary has begun to address the fundamental conflict and injustice within their own inner kingdom, the revolution is doomed to fail.

    There’s a new revolution here now on planet Earth. The power of this is available to all; but to contribute something of value the new revolutionary must be willing to stand alone. It’s no use taking a position on what should be changed in the world, no matter how strong the inner convictions, until the ground of the body has been transformed by the love of something greater than the personal self. This is the meaning of the old saying that ‘whoever builds a house without the foundations of the Lord labours in vain’.

    Revolutions come and go, just as any new year’s resolution fades in time to become a continuity of the same old troublesome way of life. Unless the new revolutionary is willing to be cosmically inspired, nothing of real worth will be accomplished. The cosmos is the timeless state of being behind the body, but encased by the build-up of all the resistance and fears of humanity’s past. The only revolution is to shatter the cocoon which attaches the person to the continuity of time – and prevents the idea of peace and harmony on earth from becoming a living reality.
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    The pig has a tale to tell that, for one reason or another, has never been told – until now. Cheery by nature, the pig is splendid company and blissfully content, whether rolling in the mud, foraging for truffles or just snorting around the yard. Nevertheless, contrary to its reputation, the pig keeps itself scrupulously clean.

    Despite the threat of countless predators, not least the human animal, the pig has always displayed a remarkable tolerance for the insatiable appetites of those who crave its flesh. Indeed, the pig is a living testament to ‘turning the other cheek’ and able to rise above the mockery of those who would vilify this gentle and peaceful creature. Existence to the pig, you see, is a transitory affair and known to be but a fleeting glimpse of the vastness and profundity of life.

    The secret of the amicable nature of the pig is its tail, which spirals in the shape of a cone. It wasn’t always like that; but somewhere in the midst of time its tail went through a mystical transformation. In some ancient cultures, sages and wise men attributed a divine element to the pig, whose secret was said to be cosmic in origin. Before time had begun there was darkness and chaos. The light of the Great Will had yet to shine upon the plasma of the pool of life. Waiting tentatively behind the veil of existence were all of the creatures that ever could be; but at this stage of creation they had yet to take on physical form.

    Lured by the fragrance of truffles wafting in from the garden of the earth, the pig was irresistibly drawn to the front of the queue. But before the pig could enter the outer realm there was a thundering sound and brilliant burst of light: ‘Wait!’ commanded the Great Will. ‘One of you must stay behind to prevent the darkness and chaos from entering the light of my Creation. Who amongst you would be prepared for such a task?’ Silence and trepidation ensued; and then the pig, perhaps ashamed of his eagerness to be the first in line, trotted forward in total surrender to the Great Will. What followed was a colossal struggle as the pig held back the chaos that, wave after wave, pounded the portal to existence. In what seemed an age, the pig, exhausted and drained, could finally enter the world.

    But despite the pig’s noble effort, the human psyche had been corrupted with an impression of the darkness and chaos, which would manifest in time as man’s persecution of the pig and its descendants. Although the pig would undergo much hardship and deprivation, it was awarded a special place in the cosmos for its extraordinary valour and service performed on behalf of the greater good. Thus, the pig’s tail was fashioned to replicate the spiral of eternity as a sign of divine origin for all who had eyes to see.

    So the pig settled in nicely to the business of being a pig, sacrificing its flesh and cleaning up the waste of the world – and all of this without complaint. This is because the pig is able to withdraw at will back to eternity on the other side of existence. When we human beings are able to do the same perhaps, like the pig, we’ll have a wondrous tale to tell.

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    Why do people put up the lights at Christmas? Certainly they give a festive sparkle to the home and public places; but is there a deeper significance? Christmas falls at the end of the year when the Sun is at its nadir in the Northern Hemisphere. This, the time of the Winter Solstice, had a sacred significance for ancient cultures when it was the custom to offer gifts in honour of the Sun, the light of the Earth. As time progressed, the year’s end was more of a celebratory occasion as Saturnalia, the popular term for an extended period of merrymaking that has no bounds.

    The tradition for this end of year blow-out was firmly established by the time the Christian religion became the dominant influence in western civilisation. Unable to eradicate entirely the more sensual pleasures of the festive season, the church rebooted the Saturnalia theme around the supposed birth of Jesus. This was a huge PR success. We could now get intoxicated and stuffed up with tucker, secure in the knowledge that it was all for a good cause! It’s all delusion, but it suits most people not to question things for fear of being a killjoy and dampening the Christmas spirit. However, when the dream of Santa is shattered, I wonder what child has not been psychologically scarred in some way by the deception.

    When a child looks into the lights of a Christmas tree, it’s not uncommon for them to connect with the origin of light deep within the psyche. I can recall being mesmerised by the shimmering tones that flickered with a wonderful symmetry and beauty. I now know that what I perceived as a child was an aspect of eternity and the Father of Lights. Lights are extremely significant in the spiritual sense because, in that other place, we’re all gathering lights. The overall effect of Christmas (and there’s nothing wrong in enjoying this time of year) is that it induces in people an artificial illumination that replicates the inner light of the spirit. Children are quick to pick up on this and, especially where there’s normally emotional tension between family members, there can be a sense of heavenly relief in the seasonal goodwill within the home. Unfortunately this only lasts until the lights begin to fade – which is usually soon after Christmas dinner!

    The Christmas lights are a symbol of consciousness and the inner state of higher knowledge. It’s because of the shadow of human ignorance that the inner light rarely glows at its full luminosity and brilliance. The main reason for this is the way that the family lights interact in everyday life throughout the year. It seems to me that the purpose of any family or group is to raise the consciousness of each member so that, in time, they may enlighten their own group of lights. The light of consciousness intensifies in radiance in an environment of love, which reaffirms the original state of being. Love begins with honesty, the rarest thing in relationships and family life. As a substitute for honesty, love is degraded to personal attachment and sentimentality; and, like the Christmas lights, a pale replica of the authentic enlightenment within.

    Christmas comes but once a year; but it’s the veil of forgetfulness that obscures the tension and drama of previous years when all that was really wanted was a bit of peace and quiet, offload the relatives and get back to some normality. A mass psychosis starts to take over earlier every year, with shop displays alerting us in August that we should be stocking up the cupboards for the ‘Big Day’ in December! The giving of gifts and the gathering of loved ones at Christmas has its place of course, but mostly as a palliative to the human condition of unhappiness. For the children it can indeed be a magical time; but would there be less sadness and depression in the aftermath if love were a conscious presence throughout the year? We can all enjoy the lights on the tree; but when we take them down, what can we do? We can keep the negativity out to connect with the radiant light within. And that’s a gift for life – and not just for Christmas.