The eclipse,feelings and the sixth sense
the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other.
-e.e Cummings
I watched the solar eclipse on YouTube and cried,I didn't think I'd be so emotional but it was so beautiful to see people again in awe of the mother, and her luminous beauty as she hides the light of the sun.It was just something to see people gathered round in homage to what the universe still shows to us,still in awe of her,aware again of our place here.Its a spiritual spectacle for me to see the USA hovered in sudden darkness during the day,a sign of strange doom.Of course all the tv crews interviewed scientists only,nasa only about it with their cold calculations and soulless drivel.Everything the moon represents and her darkness too, all it represents - the esoteric,the hidden,the mysterious,the intuitive,the symbolic,the magical was all ignored as usual, no omens were counted,no magic was marked upon,the quiet whistle of the earth.Listening to them go on and on in scientific terms about everything is just so cold and clinical I couldn't bear it,they way they dissect and murder everything without respect for its mystery.I belong to ancient times truly when things such as this were sacred,holy and wildly venerated not just exacted and measured.Oh I can't bear the complete dominance of masculine reason is our time it's brought much, but taken away far too much,all mystery,all magic,all meaning.I belong in other times.
I long to be immersed in spiritual things,to read on the mysteries but my mind/brain is too muddled to think about things.Its like I can't arrange my thoughts since this damage happened,I can't orchestrate my thoughts.Even when I'm trying to do family history I can't figure out the way in which I do it since this happened.I want to look up spiritual topics but draw blanks.I thought being as fateful as I am that maybe this happened so that I'd become even more a person of sixth sense without my mind to rely on.I was always the most intuitive person,now I can't use my mind as much it seems probable that you start to rely on other things.Perhaps I'll become like that blind Bulgarian prophet baba vanga.God knows I get so much prophecy about the end of the world but so does many a madman.Though we know to be mantic,to be a prophet or seer the word translates as to be "to be mad raving" our lunatics are hidden prophets speaking in strange riddles.I think people who work in the madhouses to be the luckiest things, to be admist all that strange riddles,spiritual going ons.I wouldn't mind myself volunteering in such places.
I feel I shall become dedicated to the spiritual when I thought I would be doing other things.But not in the way I want to be, not reading tomes but feeling my way through it I guess.I shall remember that feeling is first as Cummings said.
I've been very sad lately with everything,but seeing the universe signal with this eclipse and being reminded of my place in the universe again,how much mastery it has over me leaves me in awe.Im reminded of Henry millers quote “When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written".
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other.
-e.e Cummings
I watched the solar eclipse on YouTube and cried,I didn't think I'd be so emotional but it was so beautiful to see people again in awe of the mother, and her luminous beauty as she hides the light of the sun.It was just something to see people gathered round in homage to what the universe still shows to us,still in awe of her,aware again of our place here.Its a spiritual spectacle for me to see the USA hovered in sudden darkness during the day,a sign of strange doom.Of course all the tv crews interviewed scientists only,nasa only about it with their cold calculations and soulless drivel.Everything the moon represents and her darkness too, all it represents - the esoteric,the hidden,the mysterious,the intuitive,the symbolic,the magical was all ignored as usual, no omens were counted,no magic was marked upon,the quiet whistle of the earth.Listening to them go on and on in scientific terms about everything is just so cold and clinical I couldn't bear it,they way they dissect and murder everything without respect for its mystery.I belong to ancient times truly when things such as this were sacred,holy and wildly venerated not just exacted and measured.Oh I can't bear the complete dominance of masculine reason is our time it's brought much, but taken away far too much,all mystery,all magic,all meaning.I belong in other times.
I long to be immersed in spiritual things,to read on the mysteries but my mind/brain is too muddled to think about things.Its like I can't arrange my thoughts since this damage happened,I can't orchestrate my thoughts.Even when I'm trying to do family history I can't figure out the way in which I do it since this happened.I want to look up spiritual topics but draw blanks.I thought being as fateful as I am that maybe this happened so that I'd become even more a person of sixth sense without my mind to rely on.I was always the most intuitive person,now I can't use my mind as much it seems probable that you start to rely on other things.Perhaps I'll become like that blind Bulgarian prophet baba vanga.God knows I get so much prophecy about the end of the world but so does many a madman.Though we know to be mantic,to be a prophet or seer the word translates as to be "to be mad raving" our lunatics are hidden prophets speaking in strange riddles.I think people who work in the madhouses to be the luckiest things, to be admist all that strange riddles,spiritual going ons.I wouldn't mind myself volunteering in such places.
I feel I shall become dedicated to the spiritual when I thought I would be doing other things.But not in the way I want to be, not reading tomes but feeling my way through it I guess.I shall remember that feeling is first as Cummings said.
I've been very sad lately with everything,but seeing the universe signal with this eclipse and being reminded of my place in the universe again,how much mastery it has over me leaves me in awe.Im reminded of Henry millers quote “When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written".
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