Friday 31 January 2020

EARTH-0


When you are ready to listen, Your Beatrice will appear. 

Clark Kent, I Know You’re Secretly Superman!

I Know Everything About You.

I Offer You One Ultimate Chance to Save Her! 
But We Must Leave This World Now Before It’s Too Late!


Sometimes I get the feelin'
She's watchin' over me
And other times I feel like I should go -

And through it all, The Rise and Fall
The bodies in the streets
And when you're gone, we want you all to know

We'll carry on, we'll carry on
And though you're dead and gone, believe me
Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart, I can't contain it
The anthem won't explain it

A World that sends you reeling
From decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all




So Paint it Black and Take it Back
Let's shout it loud and clear
Defiant to the end, we hear The Call

To Carry On.





When you are ready to listen, Beatrice will appear. 

A man I knew who was at this point on his journey asked me where his guide was. 

He needed her so badly. I suggested he look for her in his active imagination. 

When he did, she appeared instantly and she told him, “I’ve been waiting for you for twenty years. You only had to ask.” 

Beatrice will be there the moment you ask and are truly ready to listen.

Beatrice shows Dante the vision of the unitive world. 

She takes him through the rest of Purgatory and into Heaven. 

Then, at the last moment, she gives way to another guide, St. Bernard, which is puzzling. 

But Beatrice is the psychopomp — a wonderful medieval word for soul guide — who leads Dante through the deep levels of Purgatory into the vision of Heaven, a journey of wholeness and healing. 

Dante owes his success initially to Virgil, but primarily to Beatrice, who leads, inspires, and awakens him spiritually.



“I don’t really know what to say about my race, I’m so proud of them —

I love The Welsh with a passion that’s almost idolatrous, 

and particularly the South Welsh, the people I know best, 

and particularly the mining class.”





For I am Welsh, you know, good My Countryman —

Solitude and Community

  As an intuitive introvert, I rarely feel lonely when I’m alone. 
When I was in my early twenties, I took a job in a lookout tower, firewatching in the forest. 

I was alone on a mountain peak for four months, and I never felt lonely. 

Reality didn’t catch me there. 

I was not in danger of my Queen leaving me. 


But the moment I returned to civilization, loneliness descended on me like a landslide. 


How could I be so happy on the mountaintop and then rubbed so raw when I came back down? 


I didn’t want to live my whole life on a mountaintop—
I’m not a hermit. 


I had to go back and forth, as the King did, until the visionary life could finally stand the impact of the water of reality. 


The Queen in me had to learn to withstand the water. 


It’s a process. 

I believe that everyone who has touched the realm of spirit has had to go through this antechamber.


If you’re honest and perceptive, you can tell the difference between regressive loneliness, the first kind, and the ineffable second and third types of loneliness, where you sense and then see What You Cannot Yet Have. 




The second and third types of loneliness are nearly indistinguishable. 


If you can say exactly what you are lonely for, it will reveal a lot. 


Do you want to go back where you came from, to the good old days? 


Or have you seen a vision you can’t live without? 

They’re as different as Backward and Forward.

Dr. Jung said that every person who came into his consulting room was either twenty-one or forty-five, no matter their chronological age. 

The twenty-one-year-old is looking backward and must conquer it. 

The forty-five-year-old is being touched by something he cannot yet endure. 

These are the only two subjects of therapy.


Solitude

The Garden of Eden and the heavenly Jerusalem are the same place, depending on whether you are looking backward or forward. 

A person touched by Loneliness is a holy person. 

He is caught in the development of individuation. 

Whether it’s a development or a regression depends on what he does with it. 

Loneliness can destroy you, or it can fire you up for a Dante-like journey through Hell and Purgatory to find paradise. St. John of the Cross called this the Dark Night of the Soul.

The worst suffering I’ve ever experienced has been loneliness, the kind that feels as though it has no cure, that nothing can touch it. 


One day, at the midpoint in my life—a little like Dante—I got so exhausted from it that I went into my bedroom, lay face down on my bed, and said, 
“I’m not going to move until this is resolved.” 


I stayed a long time, and the loneliness did ease a little. 


Dante fell out of Hell, shimmied down the hairy leg of the Devil, went through the center of the world, and started up the other side, which was Purgatory. 


I felt better, but as soon as I got up and began to do anything, my loneliness returned. 


I made many round trips until gradually an indescribable quality began to suffuse my life, and loneliness loosened its grip. 


Nothing outside changed. The change was entirely inside.

Thomas Merton wrote a beautiful treatise on solitude. 


He said that certain individuals are obliged to bear The Solitude of God. 


Solitude is Loneliness evolved to the next level of reality. 


He who is obliged to bear The Solitude of God should not be asked to do anything else; it’s such a difficult task. 




For monastics, solitude was one of the early descriptions of God. 



If you can transform your Loneliness into Solitude, you’re one step away from the most precious of all experiences. 

This is the cure for Loneliness.

Excerpt from: "Inner Gold: Understanding Psychological Projection" by Arnie Kotler.



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