I am learning, or rather, creating a new language. It is the language of the land inside of me. A language hidden, long forgotten and unheard. It is the language of my experience in my own words. I find the ways I have learned to express myself inadequate and inaccurate. I have not learned the language of my homeland. I have been forced to think and speak in an alien tongue. Constrained by written words, my thoughts are paper and ink. I am an ink thinker. Images do not live in experience. The imaginal fire has been paperized. By some spell, they do not burst into flame. Wood that does not burn. Poems that do not ignite. Sparks that do not land. Tinder never becoming pure light. Snuffed out, I live in a marshland of bogs fog and mists. I did not not even know how to shout. One afternoon, that changed. Images murmur. I my meditation, I beheld the Image of myself. I invited that Image to join me. To be me with me. And it did. Not intellectually but physically. I vibrated and surged in a resonance that shocked me. Not seconds but for a long time. It did not stop. I had to stop it. The experience was overwhelming. I had changed. It was good. I could feel it. My understanding of me had changed. I realized that how I understood myself had changed. A lot. I was in a new land and I wanted to speak the language. My experience was the clue. The language is not words, it is images. Images contain arcana. Arcana are the mystical and psychic structures that power image. They are the flesh and bone of image. Those mystical and psychic structures speak. They can be understood. Images move. They have stories to tell. The stories are precious. They tell me of my destiny. They are sacred whispers revealing a Cosmos in motion. They tell of a journey to the stars. I get to go.

OnlyMan Restoration of Image OnlyMan, the true man, is Likeness and Image. Blazing beauty! Desire whispered, “you shall be as gods?” So we gave up Image to claim godhood for ourselves. We forsook Image for an identity. We split ourselves apart. Likeness, unable to maintain its form, collapsed into personality. The shame was immediate. They tried to cover themselves. Their cry of shame birthed the first egregore, an entity crafted by creatures to cover shame. They birthed a creature, like themselves. A spirit that is not a being. They needed it to cover what they were about to do. It did what they asked it to do. It attached itself to personality and, there, it made its home. Personality could not satisfy the hunger of a false identity. Personality was terrified. Powerless to satisfy a false identity, it called to other entities to join them. They multiplied. Many were ensnared. To restore Image, in order to, again, synthesize Image to Likeness, the personality must be gently set down. The constructed identity, must be annihilated. Raw experience is where we can find our Image. In experience, Image is beautifully veiled awaiting its glory, Image awaits its destiny in Likeness Allowing our Being to turn experience to Image is the key. Once Image has been seen in its fullness, it can be synthesized with Likeness. Once Likeness and Image have been restored, Time, the greatest of all mysteries can be experienced in its Eternity.

Image The Language of the Charioteer The Reins Are Invisible Image is the language of connection. This is the imprint! I have been marked. The mark is real. The Image is true. I am Image. The mark is not a moment or place. The mark is my connection. It is not one moment or a thing that happened once. There are no words. Growing, changing, moving, evolving constantly, glory has found us. There are no words. Image moves. I learned wrong. Where is the certainty, where are my friends and allies? I do not have a building. Barely a name. I have no words for this. The expanse of Image is overwhelming. Outside the herd, outside words, no one knows how to act. The spells of belonging are mist. There is no Likeness in the herd. The herd knows I have left. They speak among themselves. Now I am alone from them. Institutions are unnecessary. I am a Charioteer. Pulled by Sphinx, we ride the Life Force of the Cosmos. There are no reins. The Cosmos reveals its meaning. This is the road to Glory

Breakaway Experience In Practice The destiny of Beings is in the stars. Herds of creatures are not going to the stars. Your experience as Image, offered in response to the gift given, is the connection. This is the path to becoming a Being. Our precious connection to the Divine, the gift of experiences, is also of great interest to the entities and realms around us. They well know the power contained. And, they well know, they cannot allow that power to manifest freely. Since the dawn of man, these entities, powers and realms have sought to make themselves the gods of men. The tools of their craft are stories and narratives of outrage, fear, horror, blood or death crafted to keep man in thrall. Cloaked in these stories and memes are spells and incantations. As they themselves are enthralled by desire, they savor the desires of men. And, so, it is desire that keeps men in thrall. In my experience, it is the thrall of desire which is the biggest block to unlocking the gift of direct experience. The experiences born of desire are very entrancing. Often, pure pleasure, they are hollow, short lived and mostly disastrous. Many lose themselves to their desires. Our everyday reality is brutally censored. The everyday, when not censored, is chopped up and redirected by those who crave and need our attention. I cannot name names but, who do you know who wants more than anything, to tell you what is right, to tell you what is good, to tell you what is fair? They want you to join them, to be a member, contribute and lend them your ear. They want you in their herd. To follow them, you will pay a great cost. Cost is unavoidable. They want their coin. They notice if you ignore them or defy them. They will shun you, condemn you or, very often, imprison you. They are that afraid. They want us as terrified as they are. Their herd lives in fear. To be in herd consciousness is to deny our connection and calling. To be in the herd means, you cannot rely on your own experience. To be in herd means to forsake your calling. To be in the herd means, the road to the stars, the road to glory is blocked to you. The road to glory, the road to the stars is the destiny of Beings.

S📷tructured Experience A Practice Experiences do not arrive by consent. The Cosmos does as it wills. Once it arrives, it is mine. A gift given. It is Life Force. The trickery, always ours, foils our understandings of the experience. Understanding our experiences happen over time and lots of meditation. Initial reaction to most experiences, as I now understand, are instinctive. The import is immediately missed by me, the student. Flawed pattern recognition is often the culprit. It is easy for me to think, oh no, not again and, then, I think I see, continuations of old patterns. Wisdom is elusive. The lesson here is, it might take decades to learn what I am being taught and then another decade to formulate a reply. And then, finally, to take the action. Those are the steps, I think, that are in both the seen and unseen worlds. Understanding that my experience is in both worlds has been a late arriving understanding. However, it is only, as I can tell, Image that is able to go in both realms. Using meditation as a tool to create an Image from experience is simple and powerful. Image is the ship which I must launch. Another “kind of experience” is experience generated by stories and narratives. Some might call them incantations and spells. Those are incitements, ruses and lures that cater to our desires. Included, of course, is AI. Our desire activated, we lunge into quests of personal destiny far from the Calling of the Divine. Usurping the Call of the Cosmos, we craft our own experiences. Learning what is the Call of the Cosmos and what is your desire, is the masterclass. The Call of the Cosmos is our sanctuary and refuge. I hope you will join me.

Lately, I am noticing, rather, I am slowly realizing, I do a lot that does not make me happy. In fact, I am annoyed, angry and agitated as a direct result of what I am persuaded to engage Fascinated by the art of persuasion I am, of course, easily persuaded. Herein, is my mediation for today. Simple questions, reveal how heavily I am persuaded. In honesty, these persuasions have become my daily work. As an example, while perusing Substack, I started reading an article I had hoped would be a fun read. Quickly, I realized, that the topic which I love, was snatched up and an author in thrall. Bitter and cynical it was shadow work for all to see. I put it down. My question, why subject myself to such? I said, nope. That action was in accord with what I will call, the Spirit of My Times. I am, now, very aware of the flow of my own Life Force. I now ask, is this experience disruptive or is it consistent with how I am connecting, as a Being, to the Divine Hierarchy. This was a satisfying morning. Tell me of your morning?

Free Experience A Meditation Do you want to be a creature in a herd or a Being in the Divine Hierarchy? Those are the choices I see. Tell me what you see? Either choice is free. We all carry the same knowing. Since the beginning, pretty much everybody everywhere understands, murder is bad. This is not a small thing. The rules are the same for everybody, regardless of the path. It is somewhat tedious to go over all the in and outs of each path. For the most part, we all know. The question seems to be, how will you be persuaded? Will you hear spells and enchantments? Will your moan be of longing and yearning? Once persuaded to the one path, it is always possible to switch. This is good and fair. Of course, that is, until the switching time is over. Best to choose carefully. The meditation is pretty simple. It is just you.

No Longer Experience A Meditation It is no longer experience. It is a connection. We open our Being to direct connection. Freeing ourselves from desire, stories, narratives, thrills and all manners of exhilaration, Life Force pulses through ordinary reality. The great ocean, Time, exerts itself through Cosmic tides and mysterious currents, this, the magic life of the Cosmos. Rituals of the Cosmos, precious forms, beckon us to ascend in our practice. Bursting foam, topping waves, describe its grandeur. How glorious to captain a ship on this Divine Sea. But, this great Sea is perilous. All souls fear to be lost on this Sea. . The unwary are swept by relentless forces and powers that crave our attention for their own gain. Heed their siren song and pay and pay dearly. This, the dire costs of being a creature, without connection to Life Force. Destiny is assured to no one. Beauty is free. Glory is lived on the road to the stars. We ride, bold, on Life Force

Experience Initiation A Meditation I was the blind man! Astory teller told me I was living in a field of swords. And, I was assured, by the story teller, that if I moved from my spot, I woulddie by the sword. As the Cosmos moves, the story teller has died. The story teller was a liar. Still in terror, I removed my blindfold. There was always a path. Sometimes the stories I tell myself are the blindfolds. Sometimes, I blindfold myself with the stories of others and sometimes, I believe the stories of other gods. There are no more stories. There are experiences. Be ready for a new adventure. Stop listening to stories. Stories are spells that blindfold us and are the bonds that limit our Being. Experience, transformed as Image, has been my connection to Life Force. Life Force is the agency which powers the Cosmos. My gracefully accepted Image, my offering, was my initiation into the Divine Hierarchy. It has allowed me to find my place in the Cosmos. The Divine Hierarchy is the essential structure of the Cosmos. As a Being, I have found the source of my calling in the Divine Hierarchy. It is my offering, the image of my experience, as my essence, returning to the glory of the Cosmos. Understanding all this has taken some time but the experience of it all making sense is, for me, a place of rest and excitement. I feel strongly to share my insight but I am very cautious to protect the sacred magic that is so very real. I feel invited into a natural world beyond ordinary reality. In my decades of trying to find balance and meaning in my experiences, one thing has become more and more clear. Stories, narratives, tales, rumors and news are distractions and false paths to be avoided. For the most part, enchantments and spells are carried effortlessly in such devices. Generally, no good comes from the devices of creatures and their fantasies. Meditating on experience as Image is a quiet work, best done in solitude. It is a work of discernment. Offering back my experiences, as Image, is the most powerful expressions of gratitude I can imagine. The road to the stars is glorious.

Experience Breath A meditation Experience is Life Force. My experience is my breath. My Life Force, is the steady rise and fall of ascent and descent, the harmony of life. My breath is the energetic rhythm of the Cosmos. My yearning and longing is my ascent. One without the other is suffocation. Life Force is slowly or abruptly snuffed out. When honesty descended on me as a split in my reality, I experienced a sudden burst of honesty as place. Here I could breathe again. Honesty had descended on me. A new breath became possible. As I understand now, it was my first physical understanding of Life Force that exists in the world of honesty. The burst of honesty and new breath, allowed me to take an awful realization, and imagine it as a new image. From in this new reality, as image, I had the realized Life Force to release myself from someone, in a gentle way. It was not entangled. It was the most effortless release, free from spells and enchantments. Though the conjuring was cast in concern and love, the trapped Empress, in whose lineage I was, could not see the damage done. Suffocation has dire consequences for all around. The spells that were crafted in sorrow and pain where cast on an isolated island, surrounded by dense fog, uncertain seas and a low, heavy sun, I lived on that island for a long time. One day, I left. Having to return many times, nothing changed. The air had its own ponderous weight. It was hard to breath there. Today, the sun rises. The winds are fair and, the seas are calm. Sailing on the Divine Sea, below the Heavenly Dome, I captain a ship, with a crew of friends, heading to the stars.