Outstretched
between mountains lies the battlefield where valiant
astrologers defend the sacred, protect
the fragile, and withstand the fierce winds that threaten
to drown the dreams, visions, and ancient stories of
old in a world of logic and numbers and efficient machinery.
Like liberal Amish people who move in a world of automobiles,
airplanes, and computers, and even enjoy their benefits,
we cling tightly to the ancient, the immeasurable,
and the qualities of the soul.
We
aspire to where even Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell
would tread only a short
way. We dive deeper and speak in parables like the
master of the Piscean age. The hero on his journey
and the other epic tales are not just children's
stories, the relics that only primitive peoples cling
to, or
psychological dynamics elucidated by those educated
with books and the rigid constraints of educational
institutions built in the modern industrial complex.
These myths are "writ in the stars". The
symbol is not an afterthought or shadow of some quantum
reality so artfully and ingeniously constructed by
great brains fed on the foods of corporate America.
Amidst the ketchup, french fries, and the fast-food
hamburger lies the discoveries of our sciences which
solve all human problems with a pill promoted between
episodes of a TV show. We
have found the old spinster, the regal king, and the
searfaring philosopher writ
in the stars; they are vast and cosmic and we are
a part of them and not the reverse. Like strong fathers
and mothers we protect the precious gift that we
have
been given. We have identified the myths and stories
inscribed in our souls from the vast reaches of
space, and we have delineated the stories in a way
that
even the mayans, babylonians, and greeks have not
done.
Our
stories were fashioned by modern astrologers from
the clues given by the thousands who have gone
before
us. We may argue about the true source of truth
and whether the trickster is Uranus, Mercury, or
Ketu, and whether Aquarius is fixed and Saturnian or
the
home or Uranus, but protectors all are we. With
defiance we face a world that has placed the stories
inscribed
by the cosmos as secondary or illusionary and
dive
into the heart of what makes us truly human and
say our grace in a universal language beyond the
confines of man's religions.
We
are wary of the astrologer who introduces too many
numbers, too many calculations,
and too many "scientific" ideas into
a world that is sacred and gentle, mysterious
and eloquent, far
more eloquent than the mechanical processes
of modern science. But could we be
ourselves
yet a bit
blinded by the simple melodies and harmonies
of our youth and yet a more perfect and celestial
design woven
in the fine tapestries of Handel and Mozart
been muddied by the pounding beat of the Rolling
Stones, and has
even the poetry of Yeats and Dylan (both Bob
and Thomas) and the stories of the masters
of East and West placed
a perimeter for our vision which is vast, though
not vast enough to see that we are protecting
our precious
gift a bit too much, and the alchemical marriage
awaits our own liberation from the cultural
limitations of
our times. Awaiting
us is the liberation into the intricate and
elegant intelligence
and beauty that
all of us are capable of entering, that each
and every one of us is not limited neither
in music, nor art,
nor intuition, nor communion with the devas,
nor number, nor logic. We can receive all of
these and more and
in so doing be blessed in a communion both
whole and of all, and the alchemical marriage
joining all-in-one
be found at last, and then yes, we can say
that we have overcome and peace reigns in our
kingdom.
Thus
lies the path of cosmic cybernetics where
all gifts and visions are born, and none of God's
gifts are left
as second-class citizens, and science and
art are one and none are blasphemed for being incapable,
limited,
or unworthy of highest praise and placement
on the altar of illumination. We have protected
our child
too carefully and kept the child from entering
a universe more grand than the one we know.
We must not place
our self-defined limitations on the universe,
but accept that in our mortal embodiments
we
can not traverse
all the mysteries and yet together surrendered
to the spirit that moves us at last have
joined altogether
in oneness. Accept all of these and unto
you all shall be given.
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