Consulting the Urrealist
Just prior to the Winter Solstice, in contemplation of deepening darkness, for now unable to see glints of the promised light that we celebrate at this time of year in declaring conveniently via our core mythology that the birth of Jesus coincides precisely with the coming of heavenly light, I wrote my concerns to The Urrealist.
As far as I can tell he is not an oracle rather a cosmic field reporter, and like the fictional creation of Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently (the Holistic Detective) is famous for taking the grand view of what I see only as my personal failings. This is the starling news I received in return. – mark gardiner
Yes, I was at Standing Rock and can write about it, though the affliction that I think you are describing is the loss caused by the privatizing of soul and the loss or lack of collective soul. I have been working on getting a whole draft of writing on the shift in our culture that started with the supernova in Ophiuchus, the Serpent Bearer in 1604. -chris reynolds
Ophiuchus, the Serpent Bearer
The New Heavens and the New Earths
~ an update of the Magnificat (with apologies to the Gospel Luke)
I am the Beginner’s Body Mind of the Source of all that is,
I am the Sensual, Beautiful, Immanent Presence faithfully with you.
I am the embodied life who labors to birth what has never been.
I delight each day in the awe of being and I am grateful to live.
May I live in a way that future generations will find worthy.
Blessed be your Presence in the space-time fabric of the cosmos,
and blessed is all life that you bring forth.
And whence is this to me, that I would participate with you?
For, lo, as soon as I heard your call, the sacred life in me awakened
And blessed is your knowledge: for there shall be a beautiful future
brought forth in a way that generations to come shall find worthy.
The Age of Magnification and the Ur-constellations
~ © 2016 F. Christopher Reynolds
We are living inside a story that is much larger than we are.
In July of 1986, my wife, Paula, and I went to France to study through Bowling Green with my French-teaching mentors, Drs. Michael and Lenita Locey. We stayed with a French family, took classes at Institut de Touraine and traveled. It was a very romantic trip as well because we were hoping to conceive our first child while in La Douce, France. I am aware that the last sentence was intimate, but it is not gratuitous. There have been periods of my life when the stars seemed to align and the same theme resonated throughout the big picture to the most intricate details. That summer was a time of imagining the future and the theme was everywhere.
One of the excursions the Bowling Green group made was to Les Eyzies, a village of the Dordogne river region of southern France. There has been an uninterrupted human presence in La Dordogne for 55,000 years. For that reason, it is the location of the recently constructed Musée National de Préhistoire.
Just outside of Les Eyzies is a Cro-Magnon painted cave called, Font-de-Gaume. In what was to be the most pivotal day of my life, most fortuitously, on a warm summer afternoon, I experienced an initiation into the old ways, in the sense of a primal, indigenous way of being, 20,000 years-old. If you visit Font-de-Gaume today, the tours are limited to twelve persons and feature only a partial visit. Luckily for us, in 1986, the rules were looser and we were able to enter into the heart of the grotte.
Our feminine underworld guide was a lovely blond Française. You could tell she knew something about how the painted caves were used for rituals long ago because of how she staged our visit. Once our group got inside the wooden gate that protects Font-de Gaume, she shut the door and kept speaking to us through the darkness. She told us to hold the shoulder of the person near us and to follow her voice further underground. Led by her sensual, and to me, nearly erotic, French, we were invited to enter more and more deeply into the dark cave passage that lead beneath a hillside.
It really was a journey back into the womb of time. The sides of the winding tunnel were smooth and warm to the touch. Our guide had us stop and stand side by side, and told us to keep facing her voice. She then said, “Ce que vous allez voir n’a pas changé depuis vingt mille ans.”
(What you are going to see has not changed in 20,000 years)
She switched on the light and before us.
To my left, a woman’s voice cried out,
— My God, I’m having a mystical experience! —
The Heart of Silence collapsed. Before it so abruptly ended, I was opened by the awe of the enduring beauty of the red ochre animals before me. I experienced a simultaneous awakening to timelessness while at the same time being timelessness. I’m shy about sounding full of myself, but, I knew that my experience was Gnostic, in the old sense of the term of a lived experience of the sacred. I had received a lightning strike of direct knowledge of the Eternal, but in slow motion, like an eight second near-death experience. In that sudden flash of illumination, I came to know that I am Eternity and I am of Eternity. The ancient Greek word for an awakening to Eternity by becoming it is, apotheosis.
Within a forty-five minute period that day, everything I had ever learned in my twenty-five years in Irish/German Roman Catholic culture, ten years of the Twelve Step Recovery Movement, Adult Children of Alcoholics with some 7th Day Adventism thrown in, even all my dream knowledge — ended.
A perfectly functional 20th century Jesuit education grounded in modern science, was decisively dissolved in the vastness of time unto timelessness. While on one level, it could be said that I went to France, in July 1986, and took a look at Paleolithic cave art. On another level going into that gallery turned me into some sort of accidental Cro-Magnon Gnostic heretic.
I became the divinity even as I was in the Presence. I am Eternity.
When we re-emerged to the upper world of the 20th century, I was embraced by a renewed Earth in Creation. The best way to describe it is that I enjoyed a simultaneous seeing and feeling into the depths of Creation, surface (exteriority) and depth (interiority) at once. I could sensually feel into the energies of the historical and geological ages beneath my feet. They themselves rested, as if rooted, into a timeless ground. Without being able to explain in words, I understood the shape, color and motion of each tree, bird, plant, breeze. I knew the underlying pattern within them informed all the events. For the following four days, love-making with the intention of conceiving new life was like never before — a sacred sexuality.
Wherever I was alone, indoors or outside, I felt the persons of the Earth and Grandmother Herself loving me back in appearances of beauty. I also would feel an occasional warm tingling flow through my body. I recognized the invisible patterns that influence and transform meaningful events and their timing. It was clear how sensual moments and beauty announce the depths. Beneath it all, in a constant and faithful Silence, I understood the great open secret that Heaven is Earth and as Plotinus had stated some centuries earlier:
“All Creation breathes together.”
The rest of the story:
~ © 2016 F. Christopher Reynolds