Millennium Feast

 

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Dance

If we could use extremely high-speed photography to watch our bodies (we would need high-frequency light well beyond the optical range of our eyes to do this), we would see that energy was constantly annihilating itself and creating nodules of matter as it did so. We would see nodules of matter disappear and give birth to bursts of energy—pure light—as high-frequency photons. It would appear to us like a macabre dance of great and terrifying beauty.

~~ Fred Alan Wolf, StarWave

Body Electric, Body of Light

Light is the lover. Light is the state where photons can experience the total lack of individuation marked so exclusively by electrons. Our bodies, our sexuality, our entering into the state of loving communion is inherent in our photons and electrons. We are the "body electric." We are the "body of light." The dance of light and matter is the root "cause" of all emotional experience. It is also the root of thought. We could say that through the universality of the quantum wave function all "things" feel and think, love and hate.

~~Fred Alan Wolfe, StarWave

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About Every Person

There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.
~~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Deeper

the quest of the art is
the movement of soul

through these appearances

to live what love is
most deeply

and nothing less will do

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The Eden Project

All relationships begin, and end, in separation. Through the bloodweb of our mothers, we start out connected to the pulse and rhythm of the cosmos. And then we are torn from the Mother, separated from the cosmos, separated from the gods, separated forever. And we close all the relationships of our lives through that separation we call death. We live our lives estranged—from others, from the gods, and worst of all from ourselves. Intuitively, we all know this. We know that we are  our own worst enemies. We never stop seeking to reconnect, to find home again, and in the end we simply leave it in a different way. Perhaps there is no home to which we can return. We can't return to the womb, though we try. So we live, always homeless, whether we know it or not. [11]

Nothing has greater power over our lives than the hint, the promise, the intimation, of the recovery of Eden through that Magical Other. No wonder, then, the dismay, the horror, of losing Eden again, when its precincts were glimpsed from afar. Who would want to live on, having lost it yet again? The repeated loss of Eden is the human condition, even as the hope for its recovery is our chief fantasy. Yet, we all know that the Other, a simple, flawed human being just like ourselves, can never carry the full weight of our Eden project. Nor can we carry the Other's. More than half of all popular songs mourn this loss of the beloved Other. "Who are you," "I don't know you anymore," "You've changed," "You've broken my heart"—that is, failed my Eden project. But since my Eden project, my desire to go home through you, is essentially unconscious, I am unaware of its origin in myself and can only blame you for this great disappointment. [50]

 

~~James Hollis, The Eden Project; In Search of the Magical Other

Chanting in the Field

It is one, it is a unity, it is ourselves.

The shaman, through sacred action, reveals this unity. It is the way of compassion that opens in the course of this revelation. The shaman then is a master of play, dancing, and chanting in the field of human suffering. And through these acts, the people are awakened from the nightmare of sickness to the dream of Paradise. Playfulness and absurdity sharply rouse the slumbering ones. The beauty of poetry and the ferocity of keen wisdom remind the forgetful ones. Compassion and poise heal the diseased ones. The world is revealed, remembered, and celebrated. The ancestors and Nature-kin are again in the sacred circle.

While I stood there, I saw more than I can tell, and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.

Joan Halifax, Shaman; the wounded healer

 

 

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