ALIVE AND WELL...
...UNLESS THOUGHTS/PERCEPTIONS TARRY
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less, why do you worry?
You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
waiting to burst open into Light.
Don't claim them.
Feel the artistry moving through,
and be silent.
as a necessary timing mechanism
that allows their growth to be supported
by the strength derived from adversity.
My Tattoo Artist
Your ex-wife’s name on your chest
A tsunami crashes on your left thigh
and on your right – a colorful glob
I can’t decipher from across
the coffee table.
but mostly white, tufting out
around my face.
twining around your left arm;
I have scars on my forearms
from sizzling cookie sheets.
portrait on the other arm
and I have a bristling halo of lines
radiating out from my lips.
by Rumi in blue ink on your back;
I have puckering skin on my belly
where my babies and the sun
have done their handiwork.
I got mine everywhere I’ve ever been.
Life is my tattoo.
My Tattoo Artist
‘This shrill, brittle, self-important life of today is by comparison
a graveyard where the living are dead and the dead
and talking [through our soul] in the still, small, clear voice
of a love and trust in life that we have for the moment lost…
[there was a time when]
All on earth and in the universe were still members and family of the early race seeking comfort and warmth through the long, cold night before the dawning of individual consciousness in a togetherness which still
gnaws like an unappeasable homesickness
at the base of the human heart’
(Testament to the Bushmen,
1984, pp.127–128 of 176).
because it was able to save my soul from extinction.
Some time in my late teenage years, my mother, Jill Griffith, gave me a copy of a book by Sir Laurens
(I think it was his 1952 book Venture to the Interior
because I remember the zebras pictured on the cover)
and it was this book, and then Sir Laurens’ two main books about the Bushmen, The Lost World of the Kalahari (1958) and The Heart of the Hunter (1961),
which I sought out soon after reading the first book,
that gave me the confirmation I needed
that my very different unresigned,
denial-free, unevasive way of thinking
wasn’t some form of madness.
As some evidence of how precious Sir Laurens’ writings have been to me,
these original copies of The Lost World of the Kalahari
The Heart of the Hunter are now so tattered from use
they are held together by lots of tape and some string.
We need to recognize and develop that aspect of ourselves
of which the moon bears the image.
It is our own shy intuitions of renewal,
which walk in our spiritual night
as Porcupine walked by the light of the moon,
that need helping on the way.
It is as if I hear the wind bringing up behind me the voice of Mantis,
the infinite in the small,
calling from the stone age to an age of men with hearts of stone,
commanding us with the authentic voice of eternal renewal:
“You must henceforth be the moon.
You must shine at night.
By your shining shall you lighten the darkness
until the sun rises again to light up all things for men”’
(The Heart of the Hunter, 1961, p.233 of 233).
(See Read More at end for
"These wild people....")
...foot prints of."The Scream" of lifetimes
is being washed away by ocean waters & Sun Light
"These wild people....")
and when the Masters go among them for the prisoners they do not resist.
We were also told that the masters had made a number of attempts
to reach these wild people but these attempts had come to naught
because of the fear in which the people held them.
It is said that if the Masters do go among them, the snow men will not eat or sleep,
but stay in the open night and day, so great is their fear.
These people have lost all contact with civilization,
even forgetting that they had ever contacted other races
or that they are the descendants from them,
so far have they separated themselves from others.
We were able to get Emil and Jast to say but little about this strange wild tribe,
nor could we influence them to take us to them.
When we questioned, the only comment was,
“They are God’s children, the same as we are,
only they have lived so long in hatred and fear
of their fellow-men and they have so developed the hatred and fear faculty
that they have isolated themselves from their fellow men
to such an extent that they have completely forgotten
they are descendants of the human family,
and think themselves the wild creatures they appear to be.”
“They have gone on in this way until they have even lost the instinct of the wild creatures,
for the wild creature knows by instinct
when a human being loves it and it will respond to that love.”
“All we can say is that man brings forth that which he gazes upon and separates himself from God and man,
and in this way
he can go lower than the animal.”
“It would serve no purpose to take you among them.
It would instead, harm those people.
We are in hopes some day to find some one among them
who will be receptive to our teaching and in this way reach them all.”
LIFE AND TEACHINGS OF THE MASTERS OF THE FAR EAST v.1
Baird T. Spalding
(first read by ew/dmm in TN
in mid 1980's)