Okay, I brought this soaring talk down to the everyday earth of marriage and divorce, and the chaos in a family when the husband and wife are at war, which is where our society is right now. The Cultural War is a war of male and female principles or cosmic forces, and the battle ground is us. The war of Religious versus Science is a war of the ascending life drive towards the One against the descending force of science that embraces the many. Religion as being practiced is transcendent, an ascent from earth, a climbing the stairs up the Trump Tower; and science is the embrace of the many, an every increasing inclusion of new facts and clues. You have therefore two incompatible forces struggling for power. The male ascent is towards Value through the elimination of false values (fake news); the female descent is towards more inclusion (globalism if you will). Trump has come and given this Cosmic Battle a face and a flesh and blood body. We can see now what he drew Hillary as the Evil One…the Devouring Mother who was going to destroy you value and instal chaos, a return to the 70s. The line between man and woman would be erased. Confusion would reign. The proper hierarchy of God on top and Goddess on the bottom must be restored. The One shall rule the Many. We must see the recipe if we are going to understand the mean of history.
The ascending Right (God) that longs for purity and righteous, a return of the Law and Order where everything and everyone knows and stays in its place has been at war since Bill Clinton with the Descending Left (or Goddess) . The father God has been at war with the Mother Goddess. Clinton was morally unfit, Obama was racially unfit, and Hillary was gender unfit to sit at the top of this Ascending Pyramid where only the Pure One can rule.
When we are totally held in a trance of. historical form, we can’t see the patterns, we can’t see the Cosmic Game. All we see is what’s on the screen of now, and we can’t make sense of it because we can’t see the wider context, we can’t see the metaphysical play of the forces of Life itself. All we see is today’s sitcom, we don’t see the structure of the plot that gets reenacted in every show. We laugh or cry, but we don’t know why. So we keep saying, Play it again Sam. Maybe if I see the show enough time, I’ll see what’s behind the lines and script.
When I find myself in a big sky there is a graceful wind upon which my wings can soar. There is no ceiling, no umbrella of judgment, and the sun seems ever closer for the updraft of spirit has no end. We soar to drink from the cup of the sun, and then return to earth like a bee with pollen.
We live in a flatland where the gravity is so strong, as if our feet were shoed in iron and the ground were a magnet. Who can leap, who can soar in such a weighted state? Most crawl, some walk, a few hop and skip like a heavy fowl taking off from the pond, but all dream of a weightless place where the soul has no tether.
My task now is not to wander back to Camelot, the Big Tent of Baba, but so soar and stay grounded at the same time, to ground my soaring in everyday experience and mind, for this is where we live, on this ground of earth. Here we are both soaring and grounded at the same time. Form is emptiness (soaring) and emptiness is form. (ground).
The ground without the soaring is dead; the soaring without the ground has no living touch. Body and mind must speak as one. Mind can soar as long as it takes the body along. Heaven is attainable as long as you stay grounded on the earth.