Love and Life: The Sacred Feminine

Since my spiritual awakening after 9/11, a number of beautiful and fantastically wealthy women have made it clear that they would be happy to take care of me. My intimates, observing my reluctance, believe that trauma in this lifetime has put me off romance. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Love is committed to charting a course for your redemption. I arrive as a material projection that seeks to diagnose your resistance. That resistance is often elaborated as complex theological rationalizations of “natural” behaviors that justify selfishness. As documented in the Bible, these often involve violence and sexual politics.

When I was in college, I had a co-ed admit to me one evening, “You don’t need a woman to do your thinking for you.” This is half the truth but reveals something that is obscured by the abstraction of “The Patriarchy.” Our romantic culture adopts the convention that a woman should be able to lead her man. There is no woman alive who has been able to lead me.

That should not be attributed to obtuseness or obstinance on my part. As I observed to Lauren, I intuited that she was one of the rare women capable of understanding the challenges that I represent. As a little pseudopod of Christ, reaching into the world, I am guided by the Sacred Feminine, the “Mother” of Revelation 12 and the “Bride” of Revelation 19 and 22. If I appear to be resistant to feminine influence, that is because she has been unable to find a woman willing to submit – as I have to Christ – to her projection into the world. That rejection is stimulated by the Whore” of Revelation 17 and 18, “Babylon” or the “Queen” who “does not mourn” as her men self-destruct.

In seeking redemption of these impulses, women are handicapped by their organic wisdom. This is difficult for me to express with the sense of appreciation that I feel. There is nothing more sacred and beautiful than a woman surrendering her body to her beneficial intentions. Pregnancy is the most obvious example (though in our litigious culture that has become a pathway to power leveraged by Babylon).

In Lauren’s case, another manifestation is evident in the grace and subtlety of the surfacing of emotion through her body and face. She beguiles her audience into entering through barred psychical doorways.

Christian theology leaves women adrift in their navigation of these gifts and hazards. Rather than a recognized figure of comparable power and authority to Spirit, the Bride is usurped by the masculine Church. In responding to Lauren’s projection of organic bounty, it was this confusion that I sought to address.

If I am going to have a woman in my life, she must learn to channel the Sacred Feminine. As a precondition, the influence of Babylon must be isolated and repudiated. To the inversion of our financial status, Lauren came to respond, “everything that I have was prepared by him.” The physical age difference was laid to rest with “after so many traumatic incarnations, I will be happy to care for you so that you may depart this life in peace.”

Lauren sings that when the power of Christ comes over her, she “trembles.” I am guilty of such aggression. When she offers herself to me, I am seized by the urge to reveal the depth within her, a process realized with surges of energy projected from the larger personality that I embody. Though I witness and articulate the effects, I have no plan in those moments. I feel compelled by her organic wisdom. As with a mother in childbirth, she is impatient to fulfill her purpose through these violations of her internal barriers. I am the tool that the Sacred Mother employs to that end.

This was validated in our next in-person encounter. As I poured energy to the audience through her, I allowed, “What would have happened if you had not been prepared already to allow that gift to flow through you?”

This culminated more tenderly at the end of the performance. She closed with a meditation from her dark night of the soul. As the women in the audience began to sing with her, Lauren went under in grief. Burnishing her heart and mind, I poured them again through her voice before settling into my chair, pantomiming an embrace. As she relaxed into it, I anticipated that she would push this consolation out to the woman singing with her. Signaling, “Let me hear their voices,” the stage was ceded to the musicians, and I felt my embrace flow out through Lauren to each of them individually.

Whether astrally or in-person, after each encounter I recognized the increasing proximity of her Mistress, until the commitment was tendered, “Well, if that is what is necessary to you, then I must be that woman.”

The Platner Tragedy

My meditation on the qualities that I wished were evident in the Maine Democratic Party’s handling of the Platner tragedy.

The Party’s representatives responded to Platner’s announcement as a “betrayal.” That is completely tone-deaf. Platner is clear that he and his wife both understood the hazards that they would confront in entering the political fray. The allegations that brought him down are best characterized as a confused situation involving two people who were involved in separate, soul-crushing tragedies.

The Party seems not to be capable of understanding their responsibility for creating the conditions under which Platner resolved, none-the-less, to enter the political fray. The issues that Platner raised in his message are diagnostic. American men should not be sent overseas as cannon-fodder in wars picked by militarized theocracies. The mentally and physically disabled should not find a jail cell to be the only reliable source of a roof and three squares. The nation’s budgetary priorities should be the well-being and fulfilment of its citizens, not pie-in-the-sky moon bases, military hardware, and high technology.

If Platner betrayed the Party, it is because the Party first failed him AND the woman who brought the allegations against him.

Cliff Face

My perceptions of reality are focused on cultivation of loving engagements. That has its downsides: self-destructive people try to coerce me into solving their problems for them. Fortunately, for the most part the experiences are sublime.

Unfortunately, the terror generated by self-destructive personalities appears to captivate the world’s imagination.

I have cultivated a number of practices to try to encourage people to focus on the good. Explaining the physical basis of spirituality, philosophy, Christian exegesis, ministry to gun violence, dance, and hypnotherapy are all instances. None has been compelling. The response to my encouragements tends to be, “Thanks for projecting love into the world. Let me know when you’ve succeeded in lighting the darkness.”

What has been missing is the demonstration of a loving relationship. For decades, I have been telling people that “I am a half a thing.” If, as a projection of the divine masculine, I express Love, my correspondent would manifest Life. That is daunting – the world is undergoing an anthropogenic extinction. While many beautiful and wealthy women have offered to take care of me, they have all walked away from the weight of healing that wrong.

It is in dance that I come closest to cultivating that commitment in women, but the conceptual bandwidth is limited. The communion of dance is limited to the expressive potential of bodies. Healing Creation involves spiritual abstractions. No woman has ever had the temerity to demand, “I’d like to understand what you are doing when you are dancing by yourself.”

This void in my heart has been subject to diagnosis, of course. As I explain at love-returns.org, John’s Revelation describes the resolution. But John offers the male perspective. To understand the feminine grace necessary to the transition, I turned to the Sacred Mother who waits in a spiritual desert on the moon.

But how to communicate those insights? There is no proof, only manifestation.

The only discipline that I have not explored is art. So, I have been learning to draw. The inspiration is a lecture series out at The Great Courses (“How to Draw for Beginners”). After two months and twenty lectures, the course moved into value (defining shape through shading).

I present here the first work that I might consider actual art. It was from a photo. What surprised me was the playful enjoyment of learning to use pencils to capture variations in smoothness and texture, as well as value.

Drawing of dark slate cliff arch. Graphite pencil on printer paper.

I have three other pieces to share over the next week. After that, I have committed myself to a huge leap in ambition that is going to take a month or more to execute.

Babel, Babylon, Babble

After decades of persecution, the Jewish sisterhood has finally accepted that they will never have access to my authority. So, this morning they sent me a vision of preparations for my eldest son’s marriage to one of their daughters. They had assigned Kevin a rabbi who would ensure that he was capable of participating fully in their rituals.

They encouraged my approval, but I just left the building. “It’s Kevin’s life.”

As I left, however, I waded once again into the psychic sewage that flooded the world through Jeffrey Epstein. Our compromised Commander-in-Chief is facilitating Ellison’s construction of a Zionist media empire, and Kushner strides across the Middle East, dictating terms to the crushed remnants of Palestine and the Islamic tyrants in Iran.

Angry, I returned, marching past the seats towards the screen that shielded the Holy of Holies from public view. An authoritative woman stood to oppose me, but her sisters, sensing my resolve, pulled her away to safety.

I strode around the screen and looked up to the symbolic flame at the ceiling’s peak. Lifting my hand, I seized its essence in my will, proclaiming, “This symbol was meant for all nations. I reclaim it.” Raising my voice, “From this moment forwards, all those that behold it will recognize the symbol of my authority.”

That ended the vision, but there was another symbol to be reclaimed. These foolish women yet believe that they can create some durable effect in the world through men that can be led around by their penises. This is not the way of Divine action., but of Babylon So I spent the next hour reclaiming the Star of David as a mandala that expresses my approach.

Star of David elaborated as a mandala illustrating the authority of Christ

At the peak is the Cosmic Mind, fountain of truth. At the other two corners of the triangle are the hands that have, again and again, surrendered themselves to demonstrate the impotence of violence and fear. (Yes, those are my lifelines, which in life wrap all the way around the palm.) The points of the lower triangle contain the guardians of virtue, the lion, ox, and eagle. These allies represent the lower forms of life that bear the consequences of human self-indulgence. That knowledge is the linchpin of healing. In the center we have the masculine (solar) and feminine (lunar) manifestations of love.

You may gain the Earth, girls, but I have gained all of space and time.

Einstein and Mental Illness

For more than a century, psychiatrists have been trying to solve mental illness by changing the brain. They have failed, and that failure has harmed the lives of many, many people.

Psychiatry was driven to emphasize the brain because Albert Einstein declared that if we removed matter, space would be empty. This was a death knell for the soul, leading to conceptions that people are just machines. Treating mental illness was therefore like changing a spark plug.

In this paper, I prove that Einstein was wrong. The physical world that we observe is actually more gracefully and accurately explained if space is filled with a lattice of infinitely slippery polygons. Within that sea, there are loops of spirit that become a soul. Loops that attach to the polygons are understood in Einstein’s physics as “charge.” It is through this attachment that the soul connects to matter. Our “minds” are therefore the brain plus our soul.

Mental illness is not just a problem in the brain. It is a problem in the soul. In this new vision of reality, damaging the brain to fix the mind is clearly understood as counterproductive.

The paper is not an easy read. Please, if you know a young or aspiring physicist, get them to look at this. Physical Review X refuses to publish this paper, so I am putting it out to the public through social media. I have explained to PRX that I am trying to clear up a critical public health problem, but the old guard is afraid that they are going to lose their research funding.

Remember to Heal, Learn to Protect

At the Capital Mall memorial for the 400,000 dead of COVID, President Biden opined that remembrance is necessary to healing. This reflects the institution of Holocaust memorials, and the Vietnam Memorial wall. Great tragedies reflect a tearing apart in human nature, a locus in which dogmatism (Nazism, Colonialism, or Trumpism) tries to force society to conform to its views. To remember, as a psychic practice, is to confront lies with truth. Upon that foundation, we can then project the love that heals.

But healing is not enough.

We are on the “path of the knowledge of good and evil.” We cannot just paper over the past. Our burden is to understand it, and prevent its repetition.

Prior to the Sack of the Capitol on January 6th, Biden promised that he would “focus on the future.” That is an error. The perfidy of the last four years must be exposed, analyzed, and measures taken to guard against its repetition. While the Republican caucus – led by McConnell, Grassley, Nunes, Rosenstein, Graham, Sessions, and Trump – managed to squash full investigation of Russian interference in the 2016 election, the DoJ must be tasked with completing a full national security and financial review. The FEC (Federal Election Commission) must be reconstituted and tasked with a complete review of campaign finance during the Trump Administration. Every Cabinet officer must be tasked with exposing self-dealing by their outgoing predecessors. Congress, which is allowed to define the framework under which States conduct their elections, must expose bias in existing practices and ensure all voters are represented. And apportionment, manipulated by the GoP’s “Red Map” algorithm following the 2010 census, must be constrained by fairness algorithms that prevent gross bias in favor of any political party.

Much wrongdoing will be exposed, and it might be politically importune to pursue legal sanctions against the perpetrators. But without knowledge, we cannot learn, and the last four years will be repeated.

Biden’s desire for comity is laudable, and the olive branch should always be held out. But that olive branch should not be a used as a shield by the enemies of democracy to prevent exposure of their wrong-doing. At the very least, Biden must allow Kamala Harris, long known as a lion in the fight against corruption, to exercise her skills to maximum effect.

Home At Last

Last Saturday on the way to HMI traffic was slowed around Topanga due to tree cutting crews. I assumed the same this morning as I drove on the 101 through unusually slow traffic past the blocked Moorpark Road off ramp.

I drove out to Las Vegas and flew out to Parkland. Both were disasters cultivated by ready availability of weapons to people susceptible to violent rhetoric.

What happened last night at the Borderline Restaurant bears the same imprint.

So I will be active over the next few weeks trying to heal the damage at colleges and communities traumatized by the end of so many precious young lives. The psychic scars I salve are the tissue from which the barrier to heaven is woven against those that cultivate a culture of fear.

Think of it that way, my fellow light-workers. We can forgive, but forgiveness does not entail acceptance. Not everyone can be saved.

Basta es basta.

Caution: Psychology May be Hazardous to Your Mental Health

In his lecture on dream therapy on Monday, HMI director George Kappas opined that we should teach children about sleep when they are in junior high. The need seems obvious, when one stops to consider that we spend far less of our lives procreating than we do sleeping.

The problem, of course, is the same problem we have with religion: if you start kids talking about their dreams, you are going to have kids talking about abuse in the family, and somebody is going to have to confront the damage.

In professional terms, the front line in that trauma ward shouldn’t be teachers, it should be psychologists. But the psychologists confront the same problem that religious leaders do: they don’t have the strength to deal with the scope of the problem. There simply aren’t enough resources in society to treat all those in need.

In part, that’s because the psychologists have used licensing to restrict supply: becoming a practicing family therapist requires six years of schooling and 8000 hours of supervised practice – a total of ten years. But it’s also because psychotic behavior is both contagious and difficult to cure.

War, for example, creates deep and lasting scars on the mind as well as the body. Those scars are passed from warrior to child and take generations to heal. Even in non-combatants: female survivors of the Holocaust feared to bond with their children. Early maternal intimacy is essential to establishing the assumption of trust in human relations. In withholding it, mothers unwittingly raise sociopaths. This was a pattern observed by Judith Hermann in her treatment of Holocaust survivors and their children, but also in survivors of torture.

In the workplace, the metaphor of war creates the psychic damage without leaving physical scars. Lacking the exterior evidence, we tend to ignore the wounds.

The industrial scale of the problem has led psychology to seek industrial solutions – pharmacology. The belief is that healing can begin only when the patient’s behavior is stabilized. But the psychiatrists have created a culture of zombies based upon an erroneous model of the mind. It is obvious to those of us that understand spiritual experience that they are ceding the battlefield to the enemy.

Psychologists believe in a material model of the mind: they look at synapses firing and see logic networks like those in computers. When confronted with exceptional behavior (musical or mathematical savants), they look for explanations in structural differences in the brain: the density of synapses in certain regions, or increased blood flow. The difficulty is that none of their correlations hold up.

I am confident that this is because the seat of cognition is not the brain. The brain is, in fact, simply an interface to a complex intentional field shared with all living creatures (much like a modem is an interface to a network of computers). Our bodies are metaphors through which the elements of that field negotiate new relationships – relationships that often entail conflict.

That negotiation will take place in one context or another. So in medicating us, psychiatrists are simply displacing the problem – they are forcing the spiritual elements to seek another context in which their conflict can be resolved. Which creates another patient on medication, causing another displacement, and another patient, and another displacement…

At one point, psychologists (perhaps foremost among them Jung) sought to characterize and negotiate spiritual conflict. They quickly discovered that the forces at play are too vast for any single individual or subculture to manage. To succeed in disciplining the forces of conflict, we must distribute throughout society the competence to recognize and manage the symptoms of spiritual conflict.

Of course, this is religion. Religion is explicitly spiritual, and the religions that endure hold that there is a higher power that sustains us in the struggle for mental health – which is to say to exhibit behaviors that create mutually satisfying relationships. Those behaviors are known colloquially as “love.”

Psychology buys into the Golden Rule, but for some reason chooses to treat religion as a problem rather than an asset. The dominant rationale is materialism: in a material world, the soul doesn’t exist, and so all religion is a hoax. But the hidden rationale is economic: when you have a hammer for hire, every problem is a nail, and someone with a screwdriver is competition to be eliminated.

The dominant tool in this age is protection of the “public welfare.” This is the justification for onerous training requirements. The mind is a tangled web of influences, and treatment occurs in a constricted and artificial environment. The energies built in the psyche of a patient accumulate for decades (or millennia) before entering therapy. Here potent psychotic alchemies can evolve: bad ideas in the minds of the practitioner (such as the behavioral psychologists who promised the Catholic Church that their pedophiles could be cured) combine with bad ideas in the mind of the patient, and the outcome is uncertain and sometimes counter to the goal of creating mental health.

But the regulation doesn’t stop there. Psychiatrists would like priests and ministers to stop counseling parishioners and have fought strenuously to restrict the activities of lay hypnotherapists.

But psychology fails because it operates on an invalid model of the mind; because it relies upon rigorous categorizations of behavior that are stimulated by the treatment system; because it uses arcane language that disintermediates the individual from management of their own mind and the minds of those they love. The public is left only with the role of creating problems, not solving them.

In watching videos of John Kappas speak of the relationship between psychology and hypnotherapy, I have often been struck by the implied hostility of a licensed professional to his own discipline. Kappas believed in individual potential and was motivated by the joy evidenced by those that received healing. He understood that love was the most potent element in the spiritual realm, and so trusted that providing people with tools for healing would be beneficial, even if some mistakes were made that caused individual pain.

Kappas spent his life fighting for the right for people to care for one another.

Can psychology claim the same?

Invocation of the Elders

I have been conscious of the prevalence of twelve in the traditions of Abraham: the twelve tribes of Israel, the twelve Apostles, the twelve wives of Mohammad, the twenty-four (twelve masculine and twelve feminine) elders in Revelation, the twelve stars in the crown of the Sacred Mother (in Revelation 12, of course).

Sometimes the individuals have names: the Apostle Peter, or the tribe of Reuben, but the repetition suggested to me that there was a through-line, something in common that linked the individuals. As the twelves are sacred, I thought of those links as virtues.

But what are they?

This came to the forefront yesterday as I flew out to Fort Lauderdale. The image that had been developing, over the last week, was to bless the students by creating the shelter described in Revelation 21 and 22: the New Jerusalem whose gates are guarded by the twelve masculine elders and within which the twelve feminine elders distribute the Waters of Life. I wanted to drape that aggregate over the school, allowing the students to focus on healing.

To organize such energies, the mystics needs names. Lord Baden-Powell, founder of the Boy Scouts, offered such a list. There’s no reason for it to correlate with the masculine virtues, but every time the problem comes up, the list comes to mind. So yesterday, on the plane from Phoenix to Fort Lauderdale, I decided to run with it.

In the invocation that follows, the philosophy behind the word choice is that every virtue is a gift that brings choice – particularly the masculine virtues that generate change. Each pairing below, then, ties the first masculine virtue with the goal that allows the feminine virtues to permeate our lives.

I offered the first version of the invocation last night. The campus is accessible only on two sides, so I wasn’t able to walk the entire perimeter. Passing traffic was a distraction, and my concentration was interrupted by contrary thoughts (“This is meaningless” and “You’re not going to change our culture”). Thoughts need time to focus, though, and I worked over dinner to memorize the list, and refined it last night before falling asleep.

I developed a serious back spasm on the plane yesterday, and went to bed resolving that I would go back to the school when I woke up. That came to pass at 5 AM, and I was back at the school around 5:30. I played some music first, and then walked along the front of the campus, reeling somewhat under the weight of grief. Then I walked back to the entrance and addressed the moon, low over the opposite horizon. The Lady who rests her feet there united her intentions with mine as I spoke these words:

Let those that are Trustworthy,
 support Trust, in which Love flourishes.
Let those that are Loyal,
 support Unity, from which Love builds strength.
Let those that are Helpful,
 support Compassion, whereby Love sustains virtue.
Let those that are Friendly,
 support Accommodation, by which Love multiplies opportunities.
Let those that are Courteous,
 support Gentleness, whereby Love preserves autonomy.
Let those that are Kind,
 support Kindness, with which Love inspires effort.
Let those that are Obedient,
 support Commitment, by which Love prepares its reception.
Let those that are Cheerful,
 support Harmony, whereby Love announces its presence.
Let those that are Thrifty,
 support Conservation, by which Love preserves its works.
Let those that are Courageous,
 support Endurance, by which Love overcomes selfishness.
Let those that are Clean,
 support Purity, in which Love is magnified.
Let those that are Reverent,
 support Grace, in which Love is made manifest.

May the Most High bless these children with Love.