Showing posts with label awakening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label awakening. Show all posts

11 Nov 2010

awakening

I simply sank into the first conclusion...

Slept like the dead, for days. Weeks.

Years.

Like the soil. Totally immovable.
Entombed in the womb of time.

I sank deep.  Falling.

Forgotten...

I haven't lifted my eyelids in a lifetime.
And I'm down to my last dream.

Amaranth, the immortal, sings the song of awakening.
[Awakening (2010), by Lilyana Millutin]

Love-Lies-Bleeding Amaranth

Immortal Amarant, a Flour which once
In Paradise, fast by the Tree of Life
Began to bloom, but soon for mans offence
To Heav'n remov'd where first it grew, there grows,
And flours aloft shading the Fount of Life,
And where the river of Bliss through midst of
Heavn Rowls o're Elisian Flours her Amber stream;
With these that never fade the Spirits elect
Bind thir resplendent locks inwreath'd with beams...
[Paradise Lost (1667), iii. 353: by John Milton]

5 Jan 2010

the Avatar phenomenon



As myths go, the story of the Avatar is my absolute favourite. If you’ve been reading this blog from the beginning, it should be quite clear why.

Once I understood the basic concept behind the word, my inexplicable experiences had found their context. Or should I say, I realised I wasn’t crazy after all.

Needless to say, I loved James Cameron’s film, Avatar. The story superbly weaves a number of profound themes totally relevant to today, to deliver truly immersive, spectacular entertainment.


What struck me is that Cameron, like George Lucas, seems to have been a student of mythology:
And the only myth that is going to be worth thinking about in the immediate future is one that is talking about the planet, not the city, not these people, but the planet, and everybody on it. [Joseph Campbell, 1904-1987]

‘Avatar’ delivers a broad environmental message by echoing a prime mythology: Man's need to understand himself and his place in the greater scheme of things.

It's title and story reference an ancient Sanskrit word meaning, "to cross over". That is, to deliberately descend the soul - assumed to be a self-aware conscious energy - into a life-form in a different dimension to experience and contribute to that life-form’s reality.

The simple act of consciousness projecting into another dimension defines the concept. The consciousness becomes the Avatar.

We're replicating the myth not just in new versions of the story, but also in virtual worlds like Second Life (SL), Blue Mars (BM) and various 3D games.

However, I don't agree that all virtual worlds are quite games. A game, by definition, is a structured activity with a specific goal and rules. The only limitations imposed in virtual worlds like SL and BM, are those of technology and people's imaginations.

Like life, the only purpose of the 'game' is to learn how to play. They help us remember who we truly are - the All of the One.

The need to connect with other soul-nodes is an innate one. The Social Networking phenomenon is a clear indicator that there are not only people looking for answers in the heavens to understand the human place, but that souls are looking toward each other to understand their spiritual place. In the end, we're not human beings on a spiritual journey, we are spiritual beings on a human journey.

The film’s box office ultimately confirms the audience’s need to immerse in this kind of mythology. After all, it is the story of who we are.

The ancients – the ones who came up with (or are represented in) the story of the Avatar myth – called this age, the one we live in, The End Times, the time of Awakening.

Which is the real world, which is the dream …?…

1 Nov 2008

awakening

“I am not simply a human being. I am a human becoming.”
SAMUEL AVITAL, Kabbalist


Twelve minutes past midnight. Navy blue sky hung prickled with tiny disembodied lights. Large, pearlised eye of the night hovered amongst them beyond the open French doors. Its cool, burnished light danced with the white chiffon curtains, casting a trail of eddying shadows over a monochrome room. Soft, electrum glow provided just sufficient illumination to make out two bodies lying in bed.

Heavy sobbing hung in the thin veil of moonbeams. An urgent, raspy voice called, “Honey?!”

Eyes, lashes gleaming with wet, glided under soft covers of flesh. I swung my head side to side. Slowly. Painfully.

“Honey what’s wrong?” But the distressed sobbing did not subside. “Sweetie!? What's wrong?! Wake up!”, a gravelly voice called gently, but urgently.

“I want to go home!”, mouthed my lips thick with sleep, voice heavy with tormented longing.

He propped himself up, “Darling, you are home!?”, he muttered perplexed as he caressed my hair.

I opened my eyes, looked around at the dim shapes enveloped in a weave of electronic red and pearly beams, droplets drifting down my cheeks one after another, “Yes?!… but, … I want to go - home!?”

His thumb wiped the trickle of distilled liquid off my cheek as I uttered, now wide-eyed, “I don’t know why I’m saying this??!…”, as I sat up in bed.

Deep was my longing for the land of my memories and the dwelling-place of my desires.

In the reverberation of this night I awoke from a protracted childhood. Childhood of a different kind.

This skin is too tight!”, I squealed silently.

All He said was, “Time to kiss your soul good night!

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