Just as Perceval left the forest in search of the Grail he knew little about, there are new adventures at hand for you and for me that we can’t at this time perceive… new worlds to embrace and old ones to conquer. But it’s all for naught if you never enter the world. I have done my best to teach and guide you… to keep you on the road to the secret knowledge which reveals itself at a moments notice never to return again.
So my final advise on this day of reckoning is to breath deep and fly the middle way through the Southern Cross as you touch the Aurora. Beware of flying too close to the sun, as well as deep oceans, and keep firm in the face of adversity. For it is the manager who was going through it was just so he could be the same and I cannot it would have a lot to say that never speaks out who walks about as though he were already in the grave.
Once upon a dream in a time not long ago while sailing the dark silent sea in the vicinity of the constellation Crux which harbors the Southern Cross, our pilgrim found himself immersed in unwritten words, wordless readings, and silent teachings, for he now understood that nature is the true teacher in all of our ways of understanding words. The true understanding of what he read enveloped and afforded him the real test of insight, what he called intuition, instinct, a sixth sense.
The stuff of the mind can be calm in one instance and treatuous in another just like the river, beneath the surface, are rip currents wanting to pull the flow of water under into opposite directions much like the way the currents in the mind work. Indeed some drown in these waters never to be heard from again while others embrace themselves in timeless fluidity.
And where do we go next oh great ocean? Will we find our Pilgrim circumnavigating just as assuredly as brave Magellan did in days of old? Why none other than the cosmic ocean the same one where Vishnu dreams the universe into being for isn’t that what we’re doing, dreaming our lives into being. So we set sail in a boat made of dreams through an ocean made of stardust to the other shore as the backdrop of our lives slowly disappears into oblivion and the next adventure unfolds.
Once upon a dream not too long ago, while sailing sleeps silent gate in the vicinity of the Constellation Crux which harbours the Southern Cross, our pilgrim found himself immersed in unmarked writings, wordless readings, and silent teachings, for he now understood that nature was his true teacher, however not so much that he hadn’t abandoned a life of books and study but the true measure of that study, enveloped and afforded him the real test of insight which he called intuition, instinct, a sixth sense. Continue reading CRUX
It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea – whether it is to sail or to watch it – we are going back from whence we came… John F. KennedyContinue reading Echoes From The Eye Of The Storm
“In the end we’re asked to acknowledge the mystery and embrace as our own exactly what life offers. This is divinity suffering redemptive in and through us.” –Thomas Moore
Browsing the night sky while sailing the Southern Hemisphere, one might be inspired by the copious nature that is the universe. Each night is a free exhibition of stars and planets in varying arrays of order and intensity. Humbled and in awe at this heavenly showcase as we appreciate Gods universe and confirm our brotherhood with all who have gazed at this stellar blanket of sky.Continue reading Sea Change (OM)