Thursday, 1 April 2021

I am Abraham Lincoln



Where Men are forbidden to honour A King
they honour millionaires, athletes, or film-stars instead :
even famous prostitutes or gangsters. 
 
For Spiritual Nature, like Bodily Nature, will be served;
Deny it Food and it will Gobble Poison.”
 
— C.S. Lewis, 
Present Concerns
 
 
LINCOLN 
[on viewscreen] : 
Captain Kirk, I believe. 
A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir. 
 
KIRK: 
Uhura 
 
LINCOLN 
[on viewscreen] : 
No need to check your voice telegraph device. 
Do I gather that you recognise me?
 
KIRK: 
I recognise what you appear to be.
 
LINCOLN 
[on viewscreen]: 
And appearances can be most deceiving, 
but not in this case, James Kirk. 
 
I am Abraham Lincoln.
 
KIRK: 
Spock.
 
SPOCK: 
Fascinating. 
 
LINCOLN
[on viewscreen]: 
I have been described in many ways, Mister Spock, 
but never with that word. 
 
KIRK: 
I was requesting your analysis, Spock. 
 
SPOCK: 
They did scan us and our vessel, Captain, 
and doubtless obtained sufficient information to present this illusion. 
 
LINCOLN
[on viewscreen]: 
Illusion? Captain, will you permit me to come aboard your vessel?
 
No doubt you have devices which can check my reality. 
 
KIRK: 
We'd be honoured to have you aboard, Mister President. 
 
LINCOLN
[on viewscreen]: 
Do you still measure time in minutes? 
 
KIRK: 
[smiling]
We can convert to it, sir. 
 
LINCOLN : 
Then you should be directly over my position in. 
There. Exactly twelve and one half minutes. 
Until then, Captain. 
 
(And the orange planet is back in view) 
 
 
KIRK: 
Security, send a detachment to the transporter room immediately,
phaser side arms, and be prepared to give
Presidential Honours. 
 
MCCOY: 
Jim, do you really believe he's Abraham Lincoln? 
 
KIRK: 
It's obvious he believes it. 
 
Doctor McCoy, Mister Spock,
Full dress uniforms.
 
[Transporter room]
 
(Scott is in kilt and plaid, the three security guards look smart)
 
SCOTT :
Full Dress? Presidential Honours? 
What is this nonsense, Mister Dickerson? 
 
DICKERSON: 
I understand President Lincoln's coming aboard, sir. 
 
SCOTT: 
Ha! You're daft, man. 
 
DICKERSON: 
All I know is what The Captain tells me, 
and he says he'll have the hide of the first man that so much as smiles
 
(McCoy enters
 
SCOTT: 
I'd have expected sanity from the ship's surgeon, at least.
 
President Lincoln, indeed.
No doubt to be followed by Louis of France and Robert the Bruce. 
 
(Kirk and Spock enter
 
KIRK: 
If so, we'll execute appropriate honours to each, Mister Scott. 
 
SCOTT: 
Aye, sir. 
 
KIRK: 
Gentlemen, I don't for a moment believe that President Lincoln is actually coming aboard,
but we're dealing with an unknown
and apparently highly advanced life-form. 
 
Until we know, when in Rome,
we'll do as the Romans do. 
 
CHEKOV [OC]: 
Bridge to Transporter room.
One minute to overhead position. 
 
SCOTT: 
Locked on to something. 
Does that appear human to you, Mister Spock? 
 
SPOCK: 
Fascinating. For a moment, it appeared almost mineral. 
Like living rock with heavy fore claws. 
It's settling down now to completely human readings. 
 
SCOTT: 
We can beam it aboard anytime now, sir. 
 
KIRK: 
Doctor McCoy, take tricorder readings and see if it is human. 
Appropriate ruffles and flourishes, Mister Spock. 
Security, stand ready. 
 
DICKERSON: 
Phaser team, set ready for a heavy stun. 
 
SPOCK: 
Band honours ready, Captain. 
 
KIRK: 
Energise. 
 
(A tall, lean figure in a black frock coat is beamed aboard to drum beat and a bosun's whistle
 
KIRK : 
The USS Enterprise is honoured to have you aboard, Mister President. 
 
LINCOLN: 
Strange.
Where are the musicians? 
 
KIRK: 
That's taped music, sir. 
A Starship on active duty never carries an honour detachment.
 
LINCOLN: 
Taped music, you say. 
Well, perhaps Mister Spock will be good enough to explain that to me later. 
 
A most interesting way to come aboard, Captain. 
What was the device used? 
 
KIRK: 
An energy-matter scrambler, sir. 
The molecules in your body are converted into energy,
then beamed into this chamber and reconverted back into their original pattern. 
 
LINCOLN: 
Well, since I'm obviously here, and quite whole,
whatever you mean apparently works very well indeed. 
Gentlemen, if those are weapons, please lower them. 
At my age, I'm afraid I'm not very dangerous. 
 
MCCOY: 
Human, Jim. 
 
LINCOLN: 
All too human, Doctor McCoy. 
Happy to make your acquaintance. 
 
KIRK: 
Mister President, may I present my officers. 
 
Commander Spock, second in command 
Engineering Officer Scott
and
Security Officer Dickerson. 
 
LINCOLN: 
Mister Spock, Mister Scott, Mister Dickerson. 
 
Gentlemen,
I hope to talk to each of you. 
 
But meanwhile, your captain is consumed with questions
and I shall do my utmost to answer them. 
And I trust your duties will permit time to answer some of mine.
 
At your service, Captain. 
 
KIRK: 
Lieutenant Dickerson,
you and your men may return to quarters.
Mister President. 
 
LINCOLN: 
A most interesting vessel. 
 
(Kirk, Lincoln, Spock and security leave)
 
MCCOY:
Just what was it you locked onto before you beamed him aboard? 

 
SCOTT:
You heard Mister Spock yourself.
Mineral he called it, like living rock. 

 
MCCOY:
And that became Lincoln? 

 
SCOTT:
I couldn't tell.
It may have been another figure down there standing by.
What do you make of it? 
 
MCCOY: 
I'm not quite sure.
 
Captain's log, stardate 5906.4
 
Who or what has been beamed aboard our vessel? 
 
An alien who has changed himself into this form? 
An illusion? 
 
I cannot conceive it possible that Abraham Lincoln could have actually been reincarnated. 
And yet his kindness, his gentle wisdom, his humour, everything about him is so right.
 
 
[Bridge]
 
KIRK: 
Yes, if I recall, your Union Army observation balloons were tendered six hundred or so feet high. 
We're six hundred and forty three miles above the surface of this planet. 
 
LINCOLN: 
You can measure great distances that closely? 
 
SPOCK: 
We do, sir. 
Six hundred forty three miles,
two thousand twenty one feet, two point zero four inches
at this moment, using your old-style measurements. 
 
LINCOLN:
Bless me. 
 
UHURA: 
Excuse me, Captain Kirk. 
 
KIRK: 
Yes, Lieutenant. 
 
UHURA: 
Mister Scott 
 
LINCOLN: 
What a charming negress. 
Oh, forgive me, my dear. 
I know in my time some used that term as a description of property.
 
UHURA: 
But why should I object to that term, sir? 
You see, in our century we've learned not to fear words. 
 
KIRK: 
May I present our communications officer, 
Lieutenant Uhura. 
 
LINCOLN: 
The Foolishness of My Century had me apologising 
where no offence was given. 
 
KIRK: 
We've each learned to be delighted with what we are. 
The Vulcans learned that centuries before we did. 
 
SPOCK: 
It is basic to the Vulcan philosophy, sir.
 
The combination of a number of things
to make existence worthwhile. 
 
LINCOLN: 
Yes. Philosophy of Nome,
meaning all. 
 
...How did I know that?
 
Just as I seem to know that on the planet surface
you will meet one of the greatest living Vulcans
in all the long history of your planet. 
 
My mind cannot recall his name, 
but I know he will be there. 
 
What is it that powers your vessel, Captain? 
May I see your engine room? 
 
 
KIRK: 
Certainly.
Our engineering officer  --
 
UHURA: 
Has been waiting in the briefing room for you, sir, for over two hours. 
 
KIRK: 
Oh, dear. If you'll forgive me, our communications officer 
 
LINCOLN: 
I would be delighted to have her as guide. 

 
KIRK:
Forgive me again.
We'll rejoin you shortly.
 
[Briefing room]
 
MCCOY:
Where the devil are they? 

 
SCOTT:
Why, they're probably looking up a plate of haggis in the galley.
They've been everywhere else. 

 
(Kirk and Spock enter)
KIRK:
Sorry to have been delayed, gentlemen. 

 
MCCOY:
Jim, I would be the last to advise you on your command image. 

 
KIRK:
I doubt that, Bones, but continue. 

 
MCCOY:
Do I have to lay it out for you?
Practically the entire crew has seen you treat this impostor like The Real Thing
when he can't possibly be the real article. 

 
SCOTT:
Lincoln died three centuries ago on a planet hundreds of light years away.
 
[ pointing ]

 
SPOCK:
More that direction, Engineer. 

 
MCCOY:
You're The Science Officer.
Why aren't you, well,
doing whatever a Science Officer does at a time like this? 

 
SPOCK:
I am, Doctor.
I am observing The Alien. 

 
MCCOY:
At last! At least somebody agrees with us he's an alien. 

 
KIRK:
Yes, of course he's an alien. 

 
MCCOY :
And he's potentially dangerous. 

 
SCOTT:
Mad. Loony as an Arcturian dogbird. 

 
KIRK:
Gentlemen, as you know, Mister Spock and I
have been invited to beam down to the planet surface with him.
 
Any comments on that? 

 
MCCOY:
Yes, a big one. Suddenly, miraculously, we see a small spot of Earth-type environment down there.
Now is it really there, or do we just think we see it down there? 

 
SCOTT:
You might beam down into a sea of molten lava. 

 
KIRK:
But why would he want to kill only two of us? 

 
SPOCK:
It would be illogical.
With such abilities, they could as easily trick us into destroying the entire vessel. 

 
MCCOY:
Are you implying, Mister Spock, that it's probably safe to beam down there? 

 
SPOCK:
No, I'm not, Doctor.
There's no doubt they want us down there for some hidden purpose.
Otherwise, they would have revealed some logical reason for all of this. 

 
KIRK:
Why Lincoln, Spock?
Any speculation on that? 

 
SPOCK:
Speculation is unnecessary, Captain. The Answer is clear.
President Lincoln has always been a very personal hero to you. What better way to titillate your curiosity than to make him come alive for you. 
K
 
KIRK:
But not only to me, Spock. 

 
SPOCK:
Agreed. I, too, experienced his charm.
It is a magnificent work of duplication. 

 
MCCOY:
But he holds a special involvement to you, Jim.
I think it's interesting, in as much as you're the one
who's going to make the decision
whether to beam down or not.
 
SCOTT:
Don't do it, Captain. 

 
KIRK:
The very reason for the existence of our starships is contact with other life.
Although the method is beyond our comprehension, we have been offered contact.
 
Therefore, I shall beam down.
 
Mister Spock, as for you 

 
SPOCK:
Captain, since I was included in the invitation to make contact,
I must beam down with you. 

 
MCCOY:
You're both out of your heads! 

 
SCOTT:
Aye, sir. 
 
KIRK:
And you're on the edge of insubordination. 
 
MCCOY:
Would I be on the edge of insubordination to remind The Captain
that this smells of something happening to him that I might not be able to patch together again? 

 
SCOTT:
Aye! 

 
KIRK:
Gentlemen, your concern is noted and appreciated.
Mister Spock, standard dress, tricorders and phasers.
 
We will guide President Lincoln to the transporter room.
 
We'll beam down immediately.
 
 
[Transporter room]
KIRK: Standing by, Mister Scott. 

 
SCOTT:
Transporter room to bridge. Standing by. 

 
CHEKOV [OC]:
We are now locked in synchronous orbit, Mister Scott.
Sensors continue to show the area as completely Earth-like in all respects. 

 
MCCOY:
If they're wrong and they do beam into a pool of lava 
--
 
SCOTT:
Then they're dead men.
I couldna pull them back in time. 

 
KIRK:
All right, Mister Scott, energise. 

 
(Lincoln, Kirk and Spock are beamed away, but - ) 

 
MCCOY:
Scotty.
 
[Planet surface]
(Sandy ground, big rocks, orange sky) 

 
SPOCK:
Captain. Our phasers and tricorders did not beam down with us. 

 
KIRK:
Kirk to Enterprise. Enterprise?
Enterprise, come in. Kirk to Enterprise.
Enterprise, come in. 

SPOCK: Undamaged, yet something is preventing them from functioning.
 
 
[Transporter room]
 
SCOTT:
Come in, landing party. Report.
Enterprise to Captain Kirk.
Can you read us? 

 
MCCOY:
If they're all right, they should've reported in.
 
 
[Planet surface]
 
KIRK:
Your explanation, sir? 

 
LINCOLN:
Well, I have none.
To me, this seems quite as it should be. 

 
KIRK:
Why were our weapons taken?
Why can't we communicate with our ship? 

 
LINCOLN:
Please, believe me.
I know nothing other than what I have already told you. 

 
KIRK:
The Game is over.
We've treated you with courtesy.
We've gone along with what and who you think you are. 

 
LINCOLN:
Despite the seeming contradictions, all is as it appears to be.
I am Abraham Lincoln. 

 
SURAK:
Just as I am whom I appear to be. 

 
SPOCK:
Surak…. 

 
KIRK:
Who? 

 
SPOCK:
The Greatest of all who ever lived on our planet, Captain.
The Father of All We Became.
 
 
[Bridge]
 
SULU:
(in the captain's chair)
All ship's systems going dead.
Switch to reserve power. All decks report status. 

 
 
UHURA:
All decks report status.
All decks report status. 

 
SULU:
Bridge to Engineering. Come in.
What's happening to our power?
Bridge to Engineering, report. 

 
ENGINEER :
Everything's out.
We've switched to reserve power.
Lost all power in the warp engines. 

 
(Scott and McCoy enter) 

 
SCOTT:
How is it, Mister Sulu?
 

SULU:
No answer yet on what caused it.
They're standing by. 

 
SCOTT:
Shut down all but the most necessary systems. 

 
 
UHURA:
No damage report, Mister Scott. 

 
 
ENGINEER :
No indication of engine damage, sir. 

 
SCOTT:
Engage restart cycle. 

 
ENGINEER [OC]:
I can't. I don't understand it. 

 
SCOTT:
Start emergency procedures. 

 
ENGINEER :
Aye, aye, sir.
 
[Planet surface]
 
SURAK:
Live long and prosper, Spock.
 
May you also, Captain Kirk. 

 
SPOCK:
It is Not Logical that you are Surak.
There is no Fact, Extrapolation of Fact or Theory,
which would make possible. 

 
SURAK:
Whatever I am,
Would it harm you to give response? 

 
SPOCK:
Live Long and Prosper, Image of Surak,
Father of All We Now Hold True. 

 
SURAK:
The Image of Surak read in Your Face
What is in Your Mind, Spock. 

 
SPOCK:
As I turned and my eyes beheld you, I displayed emotion.
I beg forgiveness. 

 
 
SURAK:
The cause was more than sufficient.
Let us speak no further of it.
 
In my time, we knew not of Earth men.
 
I am pleased to see that we have differences.
May we together become greater than the sum of both of us. 

 
KIRK :
Spock, we'll not go along with these charades any longer. 

 
(A rock changes into a creature with heavy fore-claws) 

 
ROCK:
You'll have an answer soon, Captain.
 
Our World is called Excalbia.
Countless who live on that planet are watching.
 
Before this drama unfolds,
we give welcome to the ones named Kirk and Spock. 

 
KIRK:
We know nothing of Your World or Your Customs.
 
What do you mean,
Drama about to unfold? 

 
ROCK:
You're intelligent life form,
but I'm surprised you do not perceive the honour we do you.
Have we not created in this place on our planet a stage identical to your own world? 

 
KIRK:
We perceive we were invited to come here, and we came in friendship.
 
And you have deprived us of our instruments to examine Your World,
to defend ourselves, to communicate with our vessel. 

 
ROCK:
Your objection is well taken.
 
We shall communicate with your vessel
so your fellow life forms may also enjoy and profit from the play.
 
Behold. 

(More people arrive. A human, a Mongol, an alien woman and a Klingon) 

 
ROCK:
Captain, Mister Spock, some of these you may know through history.
 
Genghis Khan, for one.
 
And 
Colonel Green 
Who led a genocidal war early in the 21st century on Earth. 
 
Zora
Who experimented with the body chemistry of subject tribes on Tiburon. 
 
Kahless, The Unforgettable
The Klingon who set the pattern for his planet's tyrannies. 
 
We Welcome The Vessel Enterprise
 
 
To our solar system and to our spectacle.
 
MCCOY: 
At least The Captain and Spock are safe. 
 
SCOTT: 
It's a confrontation of some sort. 
Those are all figures out of history. 
Notoriously Evil
 
ROCK : 
We ask you to observe with us
 
 
The confrontation of the two opposing philosophies you term 
Good and Evil
 
Since this is our first experiment with Earthlings, 
our theme is a simple one. 
 
Survival
Life and Death.
 
Your philosophies are alien to us,
and we wish to understand them
and discover which is the stronger. 
 
We learn by observing such spectacles. 
 
KIRK: 
What do you mean,
"Survival"? 
 
ROCK: 
The Word is Explicit.
 
If you and Spock survive, you return to your vessel.
 
If you do not, your existence is ended.

Wednesday, 31 March 2021

There Was a Fine Young King.

 


There was a Fine Young King. He was vigorous, strong, and a good man in every respect. 

He loved to hunt, and one day he was hunting deer on horseback with his courtiers. 

In Indian mythology, The Call of The Inner World, The Call of The Unconscious, is often portrayed as a deer that is tantalizingly close but eludes being caught. 

The King and his courtiers were galloping along when the King saw a deer just out of bow-and-arrow range. 

He veered off and began following it, but the miraculous deer kept just outside his range. 

The King went plunging further and further into the forest, chasing the deer all day, so intent was he, in his masculine vigor, to catch this prized animal. 

By late afternoon, the King was irretrievably lost, and the deer had vanished. 

What a wonderful deer. 

He gets you where you need to go and then leaves you. 

The King was exhausted and rather frightened, as he was now separated from his courtiers. 

Being a wise young man, he got off his horse and sat down. 

If you don’t know What to Do, 

sit quietly, until your wits come back.

 

Suddenly he heard a beautiful song. A maiden was singing as he had never heard before, and he fell in love with her very voice. He got up, began to walk toward the sound, and soon came upon her. The maiden was as lovely as her voice, and the King, overwhelmed by her beauty, instantly lost his heart to her. 

 

He asked, “Are you married?” and the maiden said, “No.” The King said, “Will you be my queen?” and the maiden replied, “You must ask my father.” So he asked her to take him to her father, and she did. 

 

The father, himself a wise man, was delighted at the prospect of having a king for a son-in-law, but he didn’t let his enthusiasm appear too obvious. So he said, “You may have my daughter as your wife under one condition. She must never see water.” If you replace the word water with the wordreality, you will understand this story easily. The King agreed, and the young couple married. But there was one problem—keeping the Queen from seeing water. 

 

Avoiding Reality The King did his best to arrange for the Queen to see no water, but the task was more difficult than he anticipated. The palace was located right along the river that ran through the royal city. So the King ordered the royal laborers to build a brick wall alongside the river. Before he would take the Queen outdoors or up to the palace roof, he also had to be careful that there was no rain on the horizon. In fact, the King spent almost all his time arranging things so the Queen would not see water, and he did little else. The kingdom was going to seed, as he wasn’t per- forming most of his kingly duties. 

 

Finally, one day, the courtiers cornered him and said, “You never meet with us. You’re not managing the kingdom.” And the King said, “I have no time. Go away.” The head courtier, seeing that the kingdom was in dire straits and that there was no use asking the King again, as he was out of his mind, went to the servants and asked, “How does the palace work? What do you do?” The servants told him, “We spend all our time making sure the Queen does not see water.” 

 

What is this myth telling us? The King is in the throes of the forward-looking possibility, but his newfound love, who would fill his heart and bring him all the legitimate happiness in the world, has a condition laid upon her—that she must never be subjected to reality. Every love affair, every Stardust romance, carries this prohibition. It will work as long as you don’t subject it to reality, as long as it doesn’t come down to ordinary everydayness. If ordinary everydayness— water, in the symbolism of the story—ever douses this fallen-in-love quality, the feeling dis- solves instantly. That is the story of romantic love. 

 

The head courtier came to the King and said, “Sire, let us make a garden on the rooftop. We can plant trees and beautiful plants and put a roof over it, so that even if it rains, there will be no difficulty. You and the Queen can spend time in the gar- den and be happy.” They did, and it was a success.

 

Contact with Reality

One day the courtier asked, “Sire, are you not thirsty for the sight of water?”

 

And the King admitted, “I’m parched, but I don’t dare pursue my wish or The Queen will be in trouble.”

 

So the courtier suggested, “Your Majesty, I can build a fountain in the middle of the garden and surround it with greenery so thick that the Queen will never see it.

You can gaze upon the fountain in private and be refreshed.”

It was done. The King went regularly to the fountain and he was pleased. 

 

Then, one day, inevitably, the Queen happened upon the fountain. She was delighted for an instant, and then she vanished.

Our idealism, our noble motives, our loftiest intuitions perish at their first contact with reality.

The Queen disappeared, and the King was consumed with loneliness. Everything he wanted in The World, and he’d had a touch of it, was gone.

He could not eat or drink. Nothing could assuage his loneliness. 

 

The courtiers tried to cheer him up. They gave him the best of everything.

But when someone is in the throes of that kind of loneliness, he is inconsolable. Nothing anyone can do, no possessions, no amount of money, fame, or entertainment can break through that loneliness.

We have seen something that we are not yet able to encompass, and it is snatched away.

This is the cruelest loneliness of all.

 

The King was in the level of Hell that is frozen over, and no one knew what to do.

It had never happened before, and they didn’t have a cure for it.

Then one wise man observed that when The Queen vanished, a small frog had appeared in the roof garden beside the fountain.

He didn’t know what it meant, but he had seen it.

The King heard about the frog at The Fountain and went up to The Garden and smashed it flat with his own hands.

Then he declared that all the frogs in The Kingdom were to be killed.

For weeks, peasants trudged toward the palace with sacks of dead frogs to collect their bounties. Thousands and thousands of frogs were killed, and The Kingdom was spending all its time and energy killing frogs and carrying them to the royal palace.

The King had all the frogs killed because he thought the frog was, in some way, responsible for the disappearance of His Queen.

That’s a strange symptom of loneliness.

We self-perpetuate our loneliness, killing every frog we see. 

 

Finally, one day, The Frog King came to see The King,

and he said,

“Your Majesty, you are about to exterminate my entire species.

I am The Father of Your Queen.

She returned to the land of the frogs when you broke your vow.”

 

The King listened.

He liked the Frog King and made peace with him.

 

As a result, The Frog King brought his daughter, the little frog by the fountain, back to life.

Here was the Queen in all her splendor. The King embraced her and was happy again.

And the Queen was no longer compelled to stay away from water.

 

Transformation and Redemption

This Myth of the King and His Frog Queen is a story of Transformation and Redemption.

If you’re caught in the kind of loneliness that has no comfort and cannot be assuaged, and you can hear the wisdom of this story, it will help.

 

This is how to get through the second kind of loneliness.

 

If you have touched something of Heaven, something that was given to you miraculously but is not yet ready for contact with reality, when reality touches it — and inevitably it will — The Dream will vanish and your loneliness will return worse than before.

You must touch the inner world and learn to bear the sight of water without going to pieces.

When you restore your connection to the unconscious, to spirit, your beloved will come back cured of her reality phobia. 

 

Both the King and the Queen had learned to live without Water, Reality.

But the King couldn’t stand it, or maybe it was the Queen who couldn’t stand it.

No relationship can survive unless it includes Reality, Water.

Many fine, spiritually evolved people are at the tenuous stage where they’ve had a sublime vision, but if any water gets on it, it vanishes.

The King on his heroic journey, and all heroes, are the ones who suffer most. 

 

At some time in every relationship, every man or woman wonders: When did my partner turn into a frog? Whether you get through this crisis hinges on your ability to see the divine.

At first, we fail.

The King marries the Queen, and you might hope the story will end with them living happily ever after. But they can’t take it. Every marriage replays this scene, and the marriage can dissolve at this point. She turns into a frog. He turns into a boar. They are unable to sustain the heavenly vision that started it all. The frog needs water. 

 

The bliss you experience at the beginning of your marriage is true, but you can- not stand it. If you hang on and go through the dry time — without water — the glory of your first meeting will return, less fragile this time.

But you have to persist to be able to touch the bliss of Heaven and the trials of ordinary life.

 

The Nearness of God

 

The third kind of loneliness is the most subtle and difficult.

It is the loneliness of being dangerously close to God.

The proximity of God is always registered first as extreme pain.

To be near it yet unable to touch the thing you want most is unendurable.

A medieval proverb says, “The only cure for loneliness is aloneness.”

 

In the Western world, loneliness has reached its peak.

The old ways that used to protect us have worn thin.

We’re at the point where The King has killed the frog, and we feel perpetual, incurable loneliness.

When we’re in this kind of pain, we cry out to be freed from our suffering.

But when our understanding deepens, we go off somewhere, sit still, and determine not to move until the dilemma is resolved.

For some time, the journey is hellish.

I don’t know whether it’s possible for us to get through this stage more quickly or if it is a set path we have to traverse at its own pace, not ours. 

 

When we are able to move from solitude to vision, redemption takes place and loneliness vanishes — not because it gets filled, but because it was illusory in the first place.

It could never be filled.

A new kind of consciousness arises that does not find the immanence of God unendurable. There never was anywhere to go outwardly. But there is a lot to do inwardly.

The change of consciousness that turns Loneliness into Solitude is genius.

Each time the handless maiden comes to a crisis, she goes to The Forest in Solitude.

This is especially powerful in a woman’s way. It is the feminine spirit.

 

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, fire-watching 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.