Friday, December 31, 2010

Welcome to the conversation

Trimorphic Protennoia

Trimorphic Protennoia
"Triple-Formed Original Thought"
  Before Her plunge into chaos,
Sophia imagined a world outside the Pleroma-
It is a system composed of three components:
a star (sun)
a planet
a moon, the satellite of the planet
Her plunge is described in three distinct stages or increments:
First - Protennoia is the voice of the First Thought who descends first as light into darkness to give shape to Her fallen members.
Second - Protennoia is the Speech of the Thought who descends to empower Her fallen members by giving them spirit or breath.
Third - Protennoia is the Word or Logos of the Thought who descends in the likeness of the powers, assumes a human appearance, introduces the illuminatory baptismal light of the Five Seals and restores Her members into the light.
The world order previewed by Sophia in the original moment
when She gazed from the galactic core out to the spiraling limbs
does not come to be,
but Her vision persists.
Despite the deviant world system brought about by Her fall into chaos,
Sophia's original undeviated vision persists
and allows for correction of the world system we inhabit.
The correction is achieved, in part, through human co-evolution with Earth's purposes
experiencing it empathically and imaginally, engages us in Sophia's correction.
Our responsibility to the Earth depends on our involvement in a supra-earthly vision -
our total, experiential, even visceral involvement.
Gnostics taught that the cosmos we inhabit came about by an error,
an anomaly,
and how we are involved in creation being corrected.
Re-centering us in Sophia's Dreaming
so that we can grow
an understanding of our role in Earth's cosmic realignment,
Her way home
Her source.

Friday, December 17, 2010

redeeming our inner demons

"dysdaimonic genius"
A special characteristic of the daimonic model considers
creativity on one side,
angered rage on the other side,
coming from the same source.
That is, constructiveness and destructiveness have the same source in human personality.
This source is simply human potential.
The daimonic needs to be directed and channeled.
Our age is one of transition,
in which the normal channels for utilizing the daimonic are denied;
and such ages tend to be times when the daimonic is expressed in its most destructive form.
One uses depression as one utilizes anxiety:
by blindly following its lead into
-- and hopefully out of --
the daimonic labyrinth.
Depression -- like anxiety -- does,
when correctly related to,
redirect the individual back toward their suppressed daimonic passions,
and thus,
to life.

The Psychology of Creativity:
redeeming our inner demons
an interview with
Stephen A. Diamond, Ph.D.
by Douglas Eby

A Different Curve

The mob within the heart

Thursday, December 9, 2010

-a poem in prose by Edward Carpenter

To hold in continence the great sea, the great ocean of Sex, within one,
With flux and reflux pressing on the bounds of the body,
the beloved genitals,
Vibrating, swaying emotional to the star-glint of the eyes of all human beings,
Reflecting Heaven and all Creatures,
How wonderful!
Scarcely a figure, male or female, approaches,
but a tremor travels across it.
As when on the cliff which bounds the edge of a pond someone moves,
then in the bowels of the water also there is a mirrored movement,
So on the edge of this Ocean.
The glory of the human form,
even faintly outlined under the trees or by the shore, convulses it with far reminiscences;
(Yet strong and solid the sea-banks, not lightly overpassed);
Till maybe to the touch, to the approach,
to the incantation of the eyes of one,
It bursts forth, uncontrollable.
0 wonderful ocean of Sex,
Ocean of millions and millions of tiny seed-like human forms contained
(if they be truly contained) within each person,
Mirror of the very universe,
Sacred temple and innermost shrine of each body,
Ocean-river flowing ever on through the great trunk and branches of Humanity,
From which after all the individual only springs like a leaf-bud!
Ocean which we so wonderfully contain
(if indeed we do not contain thee), and yet who containest us!
Sometimes when I feel and know thee within,
and identify myself with thee,
Do I understand that I also am of the dateless brood of Heaven

-a poem in prose by Edward Carpenter,
from the book Towards Democracy .

Art talks Love

...fighting for the bodies and souls of mankind.