Ask
Dr. Druid . Day 47
The
How
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As we study [other] dreams more
assiduously, we can, will, & must speculate with intricate
admiration, desire, rage even about how in all that absurd
ebullience of starry
profusion we take
one step upon a planet, how there is one dragonfly, one piece
of French toast?
Or more achingly, how in the face of
a million steps and a million dragonflys, we could have any moment
of distress or depression or kill each other for striped cloths?
The 2nd Ache we'll
address in Bks 2 + 3. For now the glorious stuffness of K1T1, of the
AllElse, its fearful symmetry should electrify our attention.
As a long distance runner gets her
pulse rate up and her muscles tuned, her endurance honed, your long
distance attention will get easy & toughened.
Think of the House-Attacking
BlueJay. This don quixote BlueJay tilted furiously at the windows
of Lowell's house for 5 weeks. Why? Because his reflection in the
window was an indefatigable intruder warrior bird. (Talk about projection!
Even Jung's mind would pretzel at this one.)
No matter how fiercely
Our Bird pecked the hateful intruder in the glass, the hateful
intruder pecked back just as fiercely. No matter how menacingly Our
Bird puffed up his feathers, the prideful intruder puffed up his
terrible feathers igualmente. Brilliant but often dumb evolution
hadn't included 'reflections' in our House-Attacking BlueJay's
instinct vocabulary.
So, thus, we are always gathering
evidence with our honed attention for its fabulous own fascinating
sake, but also that a case may coalesce so we may grok 'reflections'
or whatever other hidden in plain sight twists of comprehension lie
waiting to eureka us.
It was only by being persistently
alert that I got the key inescapable evidence for the
multi-dimensional universe decades before it became dimmly glimpsed
by the scientos. When the window glass went elastic for 4 seconds at
403 Hope Street on the southwest side of the house, a 'reflection
aha!' revealed itself: 'Oh my brain is an agency in the collaboration
of the production of “reality.”' Hmmm.
So as we get more accustomed to
including muchas kaleids or facets in our increasingly spherical
experience of realities, you'll get as hooked on The How as the rest
of us psioneers.
As your New Awake gets stabilized
as a plenishing process, a gently & intensely increasingly
illuminated process, boredom will be finito unless you're one of
those loonland nutvilles determined to starve at a smorgasbord.
...
As you include your night dreams or
reveries in your comprehension of reality, allow the staggering How
jolt your grokking. The scale of the Mystery will blow through you
like a great wind. The How is a powerful drug. Only take it in the
doses you can just bearly stand. It can knock you rudely on your rump
if you swallow too much of the ocean at once. The How is a very
haunting question.
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..k1 is our basic shared persistence of
the kinesthetic dear day world; t1 is our sort of linear time.
..fearful symmetry is from Blake, the
Most Electrified of All except maybe GM Hopkins. This is no doubt the
greatest poem dreadfully inquiring about The How. Recall that it's
all burning bright.
Tyger!
Tyger! burning bright
In
the forests of the night,
What
immortal hand or eye
Could
frame thy fearful symmetry?
In
what distant deeps or skies
Burnt
the fire of thine eyes?
On
what wings dare he aspire?
What
the hand dare seize the fire?
And
what shoulder, and what art,
Could
twist the sinews of thy heart,
And
when thy heart began to beat,
What
dread hand? and what dread feet?
What
the hammer? what the chain?
In
what furnace was thy brain?
What
the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare
its deadly terrors clasp?
When
the stars threw down their spears,
And
water'd heaven with their tears,
Did
he smile his work to see?
Did
he who made the Lamb
Tyger!
Tyger! burning bright
In
the forests of the night,
What
immortal hand or eye,
Dare
frame thy fearful symmetry?
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