Monday, February 21, 2011

The Shattered Heart Bursting with Seed . . .

  Federico Garcia Lorca, a great Poet and Visionary was murdered by the Fascist forces during the Spanish Civil War.  This beautiful Homage by another great Poet, Pablo Neruda -  brought to mind the refrigerated trucks filled with corpses headed for Saudi Arabia, filled with corpses of people murdered by their own Government in Bahrain, because they want a piece of the pie. Just a little piece. Mubarak is gone. But there are still too many Mubaraks – and as Wikileaks is proving, they have devastating power, wielded through Plutocracy.   

Pablo Neruda:

“There are two Federicos: the real and the legendary. And the two are one. There are three Federicos – the poet, the man who lived, and the man who died. And the three are a single being. There are a hundred Federicos, each of them singing. There are Federicos for the entire world. His poetry, his life, and his death have spread across the earth. His song and his blood are multiplied in every human being. His brief life is not ended. His shattered heart was bursting with seed: those who murdered him could not have known that they were sowing the seed, that it would send forth roots, that it would sing and blossom everywhere, in every language, ever more resonant, ever more vivid.”  

Pablo Neruda, Passions and Impressions, p. 96, in : Noel Cobb, Archetypal Imagination. Glimpses of the Gods in Life and Art, Lindisfarne Press, Hudson, New York, 1992, Chapter 3, Dionysos and Duende, p.126.

And to continue the theme of Change, which is central to the next few years:

“The essential quality of life is living; the essential quality of living is change; change is evolution; and we are part of it. The static, the enemy of change, is the enemy of life, and therefore our implacable enemy.”

John Wyndham,. The Chrysalids, 1955.

“There are two great powers,” the man said, “and they’ve been fighting since time began. Every advance in human life, every scrap of knowledge and wisdom and decency we have has been torn from one side by the teeth of the other. Every little increase in human freedom has been fought over ferociously between those who want us to know more and be wiser and stronger, and those who want us to obey and be humble and submit.”

Philip Pullman, The Subtle Knife, Scholastic, London, 1997.

 “Nothing is constant but change! All existence is a perpetual flux of "being and becoming"! That is the broad lesson of the evolution of the world . . . Substance alone is eternal and unchangeable . . . It reveals itself to us in an infinite variety of forms, but ... its essential attributes, matter and energy, are constant.

E Haeckel, The wonders of life, tr. J McCabe, London, Watts, 1904, p. 100.

Shame on those, who continue to cling to the Old.

Peace, Samten

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

THE GODDESSES OF LIGHT

   The material here gathered, is part of a larger work process.  Seeing that the Moon is in Cancer, it would be suitable to contemplate this particular Lunar energy through various cross-cultural examples. Firstly, we have an initiatory experience from an Isis devotee of the Roman world; followed by a vision of an English Alchemist; then a text on the Tibetan Green Tara, and some examples of Marian visions of Fatima, which I think can be compared to the luminosity in our examples, and finally, as a comparison to the Robert Graves translation, the version of the great 17th century Jesuit Scholar, Athanasius Kircher.

Peace - Samten

 

In The Golden Ass of Apuleius, which was written by a Roman citizen of Madaura, North Africa, in the 2nd century C.E. Lucius is transformed into an ass through meddling with an unsavoury magical practices, and undergoes many trials and tribulations in jackass form, until he is transformed back into human form, at the end of the novel, and experiences this vision of the Goddess Isis:

 

This is the Robert Graves translation:

 

“I had scarcely closed my eyes before the apparition of a woman began to rise from the middle of the sea with do lovely a face that the gods themselves would have fallen down in adoration of it. First the head, then the whole shining body gradually emerged and stood before me poised on the surface of the waves. Yes, I will try to describe this transcendent vision, for though human speech is poor and limited, the Goddess herself will perhaps inspire me with poetic imagery sufficient to convey some slight inkling of what I saw.

 

   Her long thick hair fell in tapering ringlets on her lovely neck, and was crowned with an intricate chaplet in which was woven every kind of flower. Just above her brow shone a round disc, like a mirror, or like the bright face of the moon, which told me who she was. Vipers rising from the left-hand and right-hand partings of her hair supported this disc, with ears of corn bristling beside them. Her many-coloured robe was of finest linen; part was glistening white, part crocus-yellow, part glowing red and along the entire hem a woven bordure of flowers and fruit clung swaying in the breeze. But what caught and held my eye more than anything else was the deep black lustre of her mantle. She wore it slung across her body from the right hip to the left shoulder, where it was caught in a knot resembling the boss of a shield; but part of it hung in innumerable folds, the tasselled fringe quivering. It was embroidered with glittering stars on the hem and everywhere else, and in the middle beamed a full and fiery moon.”

 

THE GODDESS TARA IN A 17TH CENTURY VISION

"I could see between me and the light a most exquisite, divine beauty - her frame neither long nor short but of middle, decent stature. Attired she was in thin loose silk but so green that I never saw the like, for the colour was not earthly. In some places in was fancied with white and silver ribbons, which looked like lilies in a field of grass. Her head was overcast with a thin, floating tiffany, which she held up with one of her hands and looked as it were from under it. Her eyes were quick, fresh and celestial but had something of a start, as if she had been puzzled with a sudden occurrence. From her black veil did her locks break out, like sunbeams from a mist. They ran dishevelled to her breasts and then returned to her cheeks in curls and rings of gold. Her hair behind her was rolled to a curious glove, with a small short spire, flowered with purple and sky-coloured knots. Her rings were pure, entire emeralds - for she valued no metal - and her pendants of burning carbuncles. To be short, her whole habit was youthful and flowery: it smelled like the East and was thoroughly aired with rich Arabian diapasons. "

Vaughan, Thomas. Lumen de Lumine: Or A new Magicall Light discovered, and Communicated to the World By Eugenius Philalethes... London, Printed for H. Blunden at the Castle in Corne-Hil. 1651.

 

The Blessed Lady, the Holy Tara

Then he should meditate on the Blessed Lady, the Green Tara, as proceeding from the yellow germ-syllable TAM, which stands on the spotless orb of the moon, which again is inside the filament. of the full blown lotus, which is within the lunar orb originally established on the heart. He should conceive her to be of deep green colour, two-armed, with a smiling face, proficient in every virtue, without defect of any kind, adorned with ornaments of heavenly gold, rubies, pearls and jewels; her twin breasts decorated with lovely garlands, her two arms decked with heavenly bracelets and bangles, her loins beautified with glittering rows of girdles of flawless gems, her two ankles beautified by golden anklets set with divers gems, her hair entwined with fragrant wreaths made of the flowers of the paradise tree and others of that kind, with the figure of the Lord Amoghasiddhi, the Tathagata, in her resplendent jewelled headdress, - a radiant and most seductive similitude, in the prime of her youth, with eyes of the blue of the autumn lotus, her body robed in heavenly garments, in the Arddhaparyanka posture, within a circle of white rays on a white lotus as large as a cart wheal, her right hand in the sign of generosity (varada) and holding in her left a full blown blue lotus. Let him develop this likeness of our Blessed Lady as long as he wishes.

Thereupon our eternally perfect Blessed Lady is led forth out of space, in her intelligible aspect, by means of the numerous sheaf’s of rays which illumine the triple world, and which issue from the yellow germ-syllable TAM, which is in the filaments of the lotus in the moon of which the orb was established on the heart, and from that Blessed Lady (herself). When he has led her forth and established her on the background of the firmament, he should offer an oblation at the feet of that blessed Lady, with scented water and fragrant flowers in a jewelled vessel, and should offer a respectful welcome (lit. worship) to her in many ways, with heavenly flowers incense, scents, garlands, unguents, aromatic ponders, garments, umbrellas, flags, bells, banners, and so forth. After he has thus again and again worshipped, and lauded her, he should exhibit the appropriate finger-sign called 'the open lotus flower'. After he has, with this mudra gratified our Blessed Lady's intelligible aspect, he should develop the incantation ( mantra) in relation to her contingent aspect. And he should resolutely believe in the non-duality of these two aspects.

Thereupon the rays which issue from the germ-syllable TAM that is upon the spotless orb of the moon within the filaments of the blue lotus in the lunar orb, - rays that are of unlimited range, proper to the divine Tara, and that illuminate the ten quarters of the triple world, - now take away the poverty and other ills of beings who live in this triple world, by means of showers of manifold jewels which rain down from above, and they refresh them with the nectar of the teachings of the Dharma, which reveals all things as impermanent, without self, and so forth. After he has thus concerned himself with the divers needs of the world, he should evolve also in his meditation the cosmic aspect of Tara. Again he should meditate, until tired, on whatever has come to be in the yellow germ-syllable TAM, in the stages of expansion and contraction. If he gets exhausted from his meditation, he should murmur the mantra which is here OM TARE TUTTARE TURE SWAHA, This truly royal mantra is of great power. All Tathagatas have honoured, worshipped and revered it.

When he has emerged from the trance, the Yogin, who has seen the whole universe in the form of Tara, should dwell at will conscious of his own identity with the Blessed Lady.

JETSUN DOLA (ARYA TARA) in her green form, symbolising the Perfection of Wisdom. "She is the remover of hindrances and obstacles." The Mother of Compassion in Bodhisattva form, has the seed syllable TAM (in green), standing on a moon mat in a lotus. Her root mantra is

OM TARE TUTTH TARE TURE SWAHA.

 

THE HOLY MOTHER AT FATIMA & OTHER VISIONS:

"Rogo said, "... The sun dimmed, and a kaleidoscope of colours bathed the Cova. ..." ... Around noon they saw the sun become dim and they could see the stars in the sky. They also so a globe of white light settle on the tree ... . ... the vice-general of the town of Leiria, said, "... I saw clearly and distinctly a globe of light advancing from east to west, gliding slowly and majestically through the air. ...". On this occasion there was also a rain of white flower petals, which mysteriously disappeared before they reached the ground." [falling through the air of spectral flower-petals is an commonplace of Buddha lore] ...

  

 "People who looked ... saw a glowing slivery disk. Some researchers believe this was a UFO. Others believe the movements were those of the sun itself. {when I have seen (on several occasions) the sun move around erratically in the sky, it was always coloured (yellow or blue); when the sun did not move except to set at its usual rate it was uncoloured (black); when there was something silvery in the sky (on various occasions) I deemed it a flying saucer} The glowing disk revolved on its axis, sending rainbow-coloured beams of light in all directions. This continued for twelve minutes. Then the disk, moving in zigzag fashion, plunged earthward. ... Suddenly the disk rose back into the sky. ...

 

"I ... saw it looking like a well-defined disc, bright but not blinding. ... This chequered shining disc seemed to possess a giddy motion. ... It turned on itself with an astonishing rapidity. ... The sun while keeping its swiftness of rotation, detached itself from the firmament and, blood-red in colour, rushed towards the earth ... .

 

"... I looked fixedly at the sun, which appeared pale and did not dazzle. It looked like a ball of snow turning on itself. ... Then suddenly it seemed to become detached from the sky, and rolled right and left, as if it were falling upon the earth. ... During the long minutes of the solar phenomena, the objects around us reflected all the colours of the rainbow. Looking at each other, one appeared blue, another yellow, a third red, etc. [these colours which the people became may have been manifestations of their auras, or rather, perispirits ] ..."

 

From D. Scott Rogo: Miracles : a Parascientific Study. New York, Dial Press, 1982, pp. 376-377

 

 

The Goddess: Isis and her various other names and symbols: from Athanasius Kircher: From Oedipus Aegyptiacus (1652-4) Based on Apuleius, The Golden Ass, Book 11, chapter 47:

Then by little and little I seemed to see the whole figure of her body, mounting out of the sea and standing before me, wherefore I purpose to describe her divine semblance, if the poverty of my human speech will suffer me, or her divine power give me eloquence thereto. First she had a great abundance of hair, dispersed and scattered about her neck, on the crown of her head she bare many garlands enterlaced with flowers, in the middle of her forehead was a compass in fashion of a glass, or resembling the light of the Moon, in one of her hands she bare serpents, in the other, blades of corn, her vestment was of fine silk yielding divers colours, sometime yellow, sometime rosy, sometime flamey, and sometime (which troubled my spirit sore) dark and obscure, covered with a black robe in manner of a shield, and pleated in most subtile fashion at the skirts of her garments, the welts appeared comely, whereas here and there the stares glimpsed, and in the middle of them was placed the Moon, which shone like a flame of fire, round about the robe was a coronet or garland made with flowers and fruits. In her right hand she had a timbrel of brass, which gave a pleasant sound, in her left hand she bare a cup of gold, out of the mouth whereof the serpent Aspis lifted up his head, with a swelling throat, her odoriferous feet were covered with shoes interlaced and wrought with victorious palm. Thus the divine shape breathing out the pleasant spice of fertile Arabia, disdained not with her divine voyce to utter these words unto me: Behold Lucius I am come, thy weeping and prayers hath moved me to succour thee.

 

"I am she that is the natural mother of all things, mistress and governess of all the elements, the initial progeny of worlds, chief of powers divine, Queen of Heaven, the principal of the Gods celestial, the light of the goddesses: at my will the planets of the air, the wholesome winds of the seas, and the silences of Hell be disposed; my name, my divinity is adored throughout all the world in divers manners, in variable customs and in many names, for the Phrygians call me the mother of the Gods: the Athenians, Minerva: the Cyprians, Venus: the Candians, Diana: the Sicilians Proserpina: the Eleusians, Ceres: some Juno, other Bellona, other Hecate: and principally the Ethiopians which dwell in the Orient, and the Egyptians which are excellent in all kind of ancient doctrine, and by their proper ceremonies accustom to worship mee, do call me Queen Isis.

   

Saturday, January 16, 2010

The Net of Nets . . .

C.G.Jung wrote:

"We live today in a time of confusion and disintegration. Everything is in the melting pot. As is usual in such circumstances, unconscious contents thrust forward to the very borders of consciousness for the purpose of compensating the crisis in which it finds itself. It is therefore well worth our while to examine all such borderline phenomena with the greatest care, however obscure they seem, with a view to discovering the seeds of new and potential orders."  [1]

  I would like to suggest that these “borderline phenomena” – are usually ignored, because of the condensed, nuclear space in which they often gestate. Put in other terms, these borders, or liminal states are ignored by the monolithic beams of our conscious mind. Small Things are overlooked, and the Gods of Small Things – are driven to extinction. 

     It is said that Jain monks  sweep the ground in front of them to avoid tramping on insects. It is a Buddhist practice to buy animals that are destined to be slaughtered and eaten, and release them. But there are some living creatures that we find difficult to show compassion to, for example, spiders and snakes. 

"...the family was also respectful of spiders: Mary Berners-Lee hung cotton threads down into the bath tub so fallen spiders could scale the smooth sides."  [2]

   I have personally seen spiders caught in the bath.  I usually use a towel or a cloth to help them to escape. This story would not be so unusual – unless we know who Mary Berners-Lee was, or to be more exact, who she mothered. Her son, is Tim Berners-Lee - inventor of World Wide Web.  I find the connections rather fascinating. Born and raised in London, [ruled by Gemini] - Tim Berners-Lee is an unsung visionary.  His book: Weaving the Web. The Past, Present and Future of the World Wide Web by its Inventor  -[3] published 10 years ago is an important read for everyone involved in the digital/virtual/world web.  He writes:

“Link by link we build paths of understanding across the web of humanity. We are the threads holding the world together.”

These are very beautiful words,  of wisdom, and point towards what we have to work towards, in these terrible and promising times.  How extraordinary then, that another great visionary of the 20th Century  gives us an almost identical  . . .

"Everywhere on earth there are people of our kind. That for a small part of them, I can be a focal point, the nodal point in the net, is the burden and the joy of my life."  [4]

As these are quotes from a larger work on the Symbolism of the Net, I will only continue with one more example here:.

“Imagine a vast net; at each crossing point there is a jewel; each jewel is perfectly clear and reflects all the other jewels in the net, the way two mirrors placed opposite each other will reflect an image ad infinitum. The jewel in this metaphor stands for an individual being, or an individual consciousness, or a cell, or an atom. Each jewel is intimately connected with all other jewels in the universe, and a change in one jewel means a change, however slight, in every other jewel.” [5]

From this elevated perspective, we more back to Tim Berners-Lee:

“Hope in life comes from the interconnections among all the people in the world. We believe that if we work for what we think individually is good, then we as a whole will achieve more power, more understanding, more harmony as we continue the journey. We don’t find the individual being subjugated by the whole. We don’t find the needs of the whole being subjugated by the increasing power of an individual. But we see more understanding in the struggles between these extremes.” [6]

    These interconnections are very important in a Buddhist  approach to life.  Ideas of networking –preceded the actual emergence of the World Wide Web. In the little magazines I published from 1972 – the word ‘network’ appears consistently. [See Appendix 1] It is thus appropriate, that on this edge of a new decade, and in the midst of an ongoing crisis of confidence in politicians and businessmen  - we might re-examine our own networks – even though the sense of co-operation and sharing has been shot down along with the concept of a Rainbow Nation.  It is not merely enough to network.

Yours sincerely

Samten de Wet

14 January 2010

[1]   C.G.Jung, The Psychology of the Transference, p. 160.

[2]   Scientific American, December 1997, Vol. 227 No.6. p.21.

[3] Tim Berners-Lee, Weaving the Web. The Past, Present and Future of the World Wide Web by its Inventor, Texere, London-New York, 2000. [1999]

[4]   Hermann Hesse, private letter, 1955.

[5]   Mitchell, Stepen, The Enlightened Mind: Harper Perennial, New York, 1991.

[6]   Tim Berners-Lee, Weaving the Web. The Past, Present and Future of the World Wide Web by its Inventor, Texere, London-New York, 2000. [1999]

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Gye Nyamehu


The PRESENCE OF GOD Ikon is an Adinkra symbol called Gye Nyame, which is a symbol of the omnipresence and omnipotence of god. It comes from an Akan aphorism that can be translated:

“This great panorama of creation dates back to time immemorial: no one lives who saw its beginning and no one will live to see its end, except God”.

Adinkra are symbols common in West African societies that represent concepts and aphorisms. There are seventy to eighty core symbols. They provide a framework of moral virtues and lessons for the good life. See: http://www.adinkra.org/htmls/adinkra/aya.htm

“THE PERFECT ANIMATE BEING is one possessing sense and intellect. This being should be thought as a cosmographer who has a city with five gates, which are the five senses. Through these gates messengers enter from all over the world, announcing the disposition of the entire world in the following order: those who bring news of the world’s light and color enter through the gate of sight; those who bring news of sound and voice through the gate of hearing; those who bring news of odors, by the gate of smell; those who bring news of flavors, through the gate of taste; and those who bring news of heat, cold, and other tangible things, through the gate of touch. The cosmographer should sit and note down all things that are related to him, in order to have a description of the entire perceptible world represented in his own city. But if any gate of his city always remains closed — the gate of vision, for example—then the he will be a defect in the description of the world because the messengers of the visible did not gain entrance. The description would not make mention of the sun, the stars, light, colors, or the forms of men, animals, trees, cities, and the greater part of the world’s beauties. And the same holds true for the other gates. The cosmographer therefore tries as hard as he can to keep all the gates open, to listen constantly for the reports of new messengers, and to bring his description ever closer to the truth.

Finally, when he has made a complete representation of the perceptible world in his own city, he compiles it into a well-ordered and proportionally measured map lest it be lost. He then turns to it, sends away the messengers, shuts the gates, and transfers his inner understand to the creator of the world, who is none of those things that he understood and recorded from the messengers, but rather the maker and the cause of all of them. He considers that the creator was prior to the entire world, just as he himself was prior to the map. And from the relationship of the map to the true world, he beholds in himself, in so far as he is a cosmographer, the creator of the world.”

Nicolas of Cusa, Compendium, VIII. 1464


Friday, July 24, 2009

Italo Calvino On the City

“This idea of the city as an encyclopaedic discourse, as the collective memory, is part of a whole tradition: think of the Gothic cathedrals in which every architectural and ornamental detail, every space and element, referred to notions which were part of a global wisdom, was a sign that found echoes in other contexts. In the same way we can ‘read’ the city as a reference work, just as we read Notre-Dame, capital by capital, pluvial after pluvial. And at the same time we can read the city as the collective unconscious: the collective unconscious is a huge catalogue, an enormous bestiary; we can interpret Paris as a book of dreams, an album of our unconscious, a catalogue of horrors.”  

Italo Calvino, Hermit in Paris. Autobiographical Writings, Vintage, London, 2004, p.173.

Friday, January 30, 2009

SUFFERING

“To free ourselves from suffering fully and finally we have to eliminate it by the root, and that means to eliminate ignorance. But how does one go about eliminating ignorance? The answer follows clearly from the nature of the adversary. Since ignorance is a state of not knowing things as they really are, what is needed is knowledge of things as they really are. Not merely conceptual knowledge, knowledge as idea, but perceptual knowledge, a knowing which is also a seeing. This kind of knowing is called wisdom (pañña). Wisdom helps to correct the distorting work of ignorance. It enables us to grasp things as they are in actuality, directly and immediately, free from the screen of ideas, views, and assumptions our minds ordinarily set up between themselves and the real.”

Bhikkhu Bodhi, The Noble Eightfold Path. The Way to the End of Suffering, The Wheel Publication No. 308/311 (Kandy: Buddhist Publication Society, 1984), second edition (revised) 1994. Transcribed from a file provided by the BPS. Online at:

http://www.accesstoinsight.org/lib/authors/bodhi/waytoend.html

RUNNING AWAY

   Henry Miller:    "Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate, or despise, serves to ...