In meditation, I often see ripples in a pool. They start at a point and move outwards as small waves. If the small wave meets an object, an interference pattern occurs.
Thoughts are like ripples. They start with a focus. Something triggers that focus but then, if we are able to, the thought expands like a ripple moving ever outwards into the world having who knows what impacts out there. Words, words are sounds and sounds are waves too so when we speak, ripples move out from ourselves and those words can impact – not just those who hear them – but everything those sound ripples touch. Who knows what interference patterns result from our thoughts and words.
Those wave forms or ripples that we all create oscillate all around. Perhaps the smallest thought or word starts a ripple that becomes a tidal wave of change.
Silence. We are often instructed to be silent. And, if you think about it, with good reason for if our thoughts and words create ripples through the substratum of reality then when we think or speak in anger – what effect does that have? Speech is a gift that we so often misuse and abuse. God help us if we could hear thoughts!
Think about it and contemplate what effect your ripples are having on reality?
Thanks to a student for raising this topic and providing me with an opportunity to gain these insights.
From Inner Journeys: Explorations of the Soul
“When you enter the pool, the surface is absolutely calm but your body movement causes ripples and activities on the surface. The more you thrash around the more the waves and ripples grow in intensity and knock you off track. The more you fight the more ripples and waves and the harder it gets. Go with the flow, align yourself with the will of the Creator and minimise the waves.
From Inner Journeys: Explorations of the Soul, Thoth (2005)
In one meditation session I envisioned a useful analogy for this. I saw each individual as a personal computer. The PC is switched on and sparks to life with no memory of its last use. Its operating system runs local programs and it is unaware of the network of other PCs that it belongs to and knows nothing of the central server computer. When the PC is switched off, it dies. It will be reborn booting up a bunch of background programs when it is switched on again but it has no memory of a past existence. It is only when the user clicks on the “My Network” button that access to the network and central server occurs and suddenly the PC is no longer alone. It is sending instructions to the server for processing there and receiving input and instruction back from that server. The PC thinks it’s an independent entity but it is really a part of a vast computing network. It is a part of the one thing.
Meditation and instruction eventually leads to a similar conclusion. It breaks down our pre-conceptions bit by bit and sometimes in a single massive ‘peak’ experience and the impact of this imperceptibly changes everything about the student. The ego is recognized for what it is and the other aspects of the whole ‘me’ begin to get the recognition that they deserve.
The Tower Tarot card is isolated on a rocky mountain top. It is alone and isolated; aware of only itself. The Tower seems to have a whole bunch of water spouts at its base and water is flowing out of it in torrents. There was a moss growing around those holes and the water that emerged from them is clear and cold. I heard a voice say ‘the clear waters of consciousness are eroding the base of the Tower’. The Tower represents the ego and its views. It feels that it is alone and it is a defensive structure. But as the waters of consciousness flow through and around the Tower, they are slowly eroding its foundations and at some point, it will fall.
Back in 2005, I wrote and published a book called Inner Journeys: Explorations of the Soul (Thoth) about my own personal spiritual journey. Although a personal tale, some of the thoughts were that all is one and that we are all expressions of the same Divine form – we have just forgotten this. I also discussed reality and how we create our reality, how time and space are fabrications of the human mind and how meditation is the key to self-discovery.
Several books that I have read recently for one reason or another echo my own individual journey. I just finished Believe and its True by Deborah Lloyd. Deborah Lloyd tells the story through a series of chapters that track her life and the lessons that she has learned from it. Each chapter concludes with a short observation about how to live life based on her experiences. It is a pleasure to read as the story is told with an innocent excitement and joy of life that all too often is missing from people’s lives. Ms. Lloyd is from the American mid-west, a rural and Christian background growing up in the late 50’s and early 60’s. Her young life was blighted by polio, painful surgeries and low self-esteem. She married young to Gary who shared something of the same rural, religious background. Fast forward to the 1990’s and through a series of coincidences Deborah and Gary start to become interested in alternative healing methods and approaches including Reiki and massage. As they allow these ‘new age’ methods into their lives, they begin to open to a variety of other ideas and concepts such as the spirit world, meditation and reincarnation. They discover healing, purpose and God’s will in all of this.
At the moment, I am reading Counterpoint to Reality by Stephen John O’Connor. I am only 6 or 7 chapters in but already I see the similarities. In this instance perhaps a closer parallel to my own journey as Mr. O’Connor was with AMORC and several other occult and esoteric schools himself. But what do we find there – you can create your own reality and to do so you must first find yourself and learn to differentiate between the ego and the higher self.
I could go on. I have read many books recently all written in the last 10-years or so. Each is an individual’s unqiue and personal jounry so different in so many respects and yet the conclusions are remarkably similar;
1. All is One
2. We have a divine essence which is experiencing itself through us (perhaps in a dream)
3. We can create or dictate our own reality
4. The key to this is to know ourselves via quiet contemplation in meditation where we can connect with our Higher Self.
It is as if a whole host of people are beginning to awaken. Attempting to shake off the sleep, open our eyes and finally see. It’s just like the Matrix for real.
Add to this the books of folk like Anthony Peake who is helping feed this waking up process, or a website like Acopalypse-how.com, or even a novel like my own The Last Observer – all of these books by hundreds if not thousands of people are knocking on the fabric of every person’s core and saying – wakey wakey….
Originally posted at garymvasey.com.
Have you ever wondered how things work?
My father did this all of the time. You could see it in his face as he had a habit of moving his eyes from side-to-side in a particular way when he was deep in thought. He would be wondering, you see, how does that work? I was fortunate that my father thought this way because he would occasionally discuss his thoughts and more importantly, his ideas, about how things worked with me. The ‘thing’ could be a computer, an engine or indeed, the entire universe.
I’m not exactly sure what thought processes my dad used but he had no more than a secondary school education broken up by the war and supplemented by some ‘night school’. He was a practical man too and could fix almost anything having served his time as a toolmaker. Perhaps it was his time being a toolmaker – making the tools to make the things people used – that helped reinforce his way of thought.
The incredible thing was to listen to his ideas. For example, he began to believe that some cancers were the result of viruses and the mechanism by which they invaded cells in the body. He wrote letters to specialists and got replies. Initially, those replies were, well, polite rebuttals but in later years, they were surprised replies, as it seemed the involvement in viruses in certain cancers is indeed suspected. How could my father have known?
He had theories about most things my Dad including the nature of reality. He tried to couch it all in scientific terms but not being a trained scientist, you had to listen carefully to his analogies to understand. He must have pondered the nature of almost everything over his lifetime. A clever man who should have had an opportunity to go to college but for the war and the nature of the times in which he grew up.
I think in many ways Dad practiced what today would be called magic. I think his thoughts took place in a contemplative state and he would ‘receive’ information from within – from his higher self or daemon or whatever word you want to use to describe it. He was intuitive. He used his imagination.
Dad never got to read The Last Observer. We discussed the ideas for it a few times and I know he was intrigued with the idea that the well-developed imagination of a conscious observer could create reality. We discussed the physics of it. There is something of him in that book. He was to some extent The Last Observer I knew. Someone, who with a sharpness of mind, intuition and curiosity, observed his world in a unique and magical way. Stanley, the unlikely hero of the novel has some aspects of my Father written into him but it was my Father who taught me to think, to be curious and to create my reality too.
As you may of noted, I haven’t really posted here for a while. I have been writing short and hopefully funny articles at my other blog but spiritually I am at an impasse. So much so, that I decided to own up to it, lay it out and see what people have to suggest – if anything.
My problem is that I don’t know where to go next. I really fancy (I use that word deliberately) going in the direction of real magical practical work – evocation/invocation – but I am an amateur and so I seek a rock solid and reliable school to help me. On the other hand, I feel a certain calling from the Goddess and so I have looked at Wicca and Celtic paganism. Then as many of you will know, I am also drawn to Bardon but again, I would like to work with others as opposed to follow a solitary existence.
As in my normal life, when I have too many conflicting and irresolvable directions to go in I do…nothing. In fact I do something completely different and non-constructive like at the moment where I seem to idle my time away on Facebook and various websites revisiting the music of my teen years as opposed to making any real progress.
Has anyone any advice for me?
I feel like I am drifting but at the age of 53 that I am running out of time too……
Our book The Mystical Hexagram just became available of Kindle and so I thought it might be worth discussing this book in a little more detail.
I began working on the Mystical Hexagram immediately after Inner Journeys was published. It all boiled down to three chapters of material and no matter what I did, I couldn’t seem to extend the material beyond those three chapters. However, I think those three chapters are the most important chapters I ever wrote in my life.
The book looks at a symbol – The Hexagram. It uses the Hexagram to analyse several different systems – the Elements, Kabbalah, Tarot, Numerology and Alchemy – finding that this symbol unites the systems and reinforces certain meanings and relationships.
I will be honest and say that I didn’t go too deep, rather I trusted my own inner intuition and pointed out the main part of my thesis leaving the reader to explore further. Sue and I even wrote a set of exercises that would help with that exploration. Sue added the introduction and much of the supporting material at the end. She seemed to instinctively know what to add to round out the book and make it both usable and practical. Sue is like that.
The book needs to be read slowly and carefully. Here are some things that you may learn via the book;
1. You will discover that the time-space continuum is a construct of your brain and this reality,
2. You will discover that balancing something involves three dimensions and that these three polarities or Cycles bring new meaning to the Tree of Life and possibly have similarities to three Alchemical principals,
3. You will discover that the ALL or the ONE is everything in motion and that GOLD contains all the metals,
4. You will grasp the idea that you create reality and that you can wilfully change reality.
There is much more hidden in this little book. It’s not just about the hexagram but how that symbol is the KEY to much, much more.
The book is unfinished. It awaits you and if you choose, it is for you to finish. It is the work. The Great Work.
Today, as I descended into the valley behind our flat and started along the tree-lined mud pathway, I sensed something. For some reason, I invoked the Goddess. Loudly and verbally. I asked the Goddess and the nature spirits of the valley to be with me and to help me in certain things. It just seemed so beautiful with the autumn leaf colors from yellow, through greens and browns to red. The sunlight sparkling in sheer rays through the tree tops. The gentle bubbling of water running down the small brook to the bottom of the valley. I was content.
But then, it happened. At first, I thought it must have somehow started to rain as I heard what seemed like raindrops hitting the leaves of the trees all around me but instead of rain, leaves fell. The leaves swirled around and around as they fell down all around me like a snowfall of multicolored leaves. The gentle sounds I heard were leaf hitting leaf and it sounded like rain. At the same time, my other senses suddenly became more alert and I could feel an energy in the vicinity. The back of my neck tingled and I relaxed into that warm energy. The leaf rain moved and I followed it. I marveled that this leaf rain was only in a single location and it moved along the pathway.
I mean I checked all around. There were no masses of leaves falling from trees, no breeze rustling the tree tops and disrupting the leaves there. I stood watching and began to laugh. This was surely a sign. My involuntary invocation had been heard and a nature spirit or perhaps even the Goddess herself playfully revealed herself to me. What a gift.
Even as I walked out of the forest and back up onto the road, the leaf rain seemed to follow. Not only that but I became aware at one point of a small finch-like bird singing and eyeing me. Even as I passed not a foot underneath where it was sat it did not move. I held my breath as I passed and turned as I walked to watch it in song. I stayed a while and still it sang and watched me until I felt it was time to move on.
As we reached the crest of the valley, my dog ran ahead a little and out of the bushes arose a huge bird. Not more than 10 feet away I watched stunned as a huge bird of prey took off and flew over my head and out over the valley. I have no idea what type of bird it was but I have never seen such a bird here before.
Even now, I am wondering and in awe of this experience. Amazing and a reminder to me that the Goddess is all around us if we will but look.