the perfection of repetition and symmetry

In all my years,

I've traveled many places,

but the one place I had yet to see

has been India.

My silence, dear friends,

is because as I write this,

I am sitting in Dehli.

My purported purpose for being here

has been a conference.

(Did I write about that already?)

But my other raison d'etre

was to see,

if only for a moment,

some of India's finest landmarks.

Magic can be found

in the hinterlands of this land;

for instance, the Amber Fort, near Jaipur:

(all photos by me)

or this fabulous floating palace, Jal Mahal, in the same area:

I suddenly understand that the worlds of the Arabian Nights,
which happens to be
one of my favorite books in all of the world,
may indeed have a foundation
in something very real.


But more than anything else,
I am struck by the sheer beauty of symmetry and repetition.
It creates an experience
so much like a song,
as I travel from town to town,
past poverty and controlled chaos,
the trip has been held together
by the most terrific harmony.

Let me please share with you
some of the sites I have been lucky enough
to see: moments
of perfection on a landscape in a symphony that helps us see
that perfection is rare,
but possible
in our troubled world:

 ( Amber Fort, near Jaipur, India)

(Chand Baori, Abhaneri, India (between Jaipur and Agra)

(Chand Baori)

(Fatehpur Sikri )

(interior design, Fatehpur Sikri -- photo again by me)

(Taj Mahal)

(Taj facade)

. . . and my favorite (well, other than the Taj) Akbar's tomb:

( Akbar's Tomb, entrance gate -- Sikandra )

 (Akbar's tomb)

(Akbar's tomb)

(Akbar's tomb)

Truth to tell
these sites render me speechless,
and all I can do
is share their beauty.

Father Reason, by Rumi

astronomydvd

The universe is a form of divine law,

your reasonable father.

When you feel ungrateful to him,

the shapes of the world seem mean and ugly.

(this and upcoming images from drwcampbell )

Make peace with that father, the elegant patterning,

and every experience will fill will immediacy.

Because I love this, I am never bored.

Beauty constantly wells up, a noise of springwater

in my ear and in my inner being.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms

of those who have submitted to the mystical life.

Leaf sounds talk together like poets

making fresh metaphors.  The green felt cover slips,

and we get a flash of the mirror underneath.

Think how it will be when the whole thing

is pulled away!  I tell you only one thousandth

of what I see, because there's so much doubt everywhere.

The conventional opinion of this poetry is,

it shows great optimism for the future.

But Father Reason says,

No need to announce the future!

This now is it.

This.

Your deepest need and desire 

is satisfied by the moment's energy

here in your hand.

(pakistantimes)

The Dream That Must Be Interpreted, by Jalal al-Din Rumi

This place is a dream.

Only a sleeper considers it real.

Then death comes like dawn,

and you wake up laughing

at what you thought was your grief.

But there's a difference with this dream.

Everything cruel and unconscious

done in the illusion of the present world

all that does not fade away at the death-waking.

It stays,

and it must be interpreted.

All the mean laughing,

all the quick, sexual wanting,

those torn coats of Joseph,

they change into powerful wolves

that you must face.

The retaliation that sometimes comes now,

the swift, payback hit,

is just a boy's game

to what the other will be. . . .

And this groggy time we live,

this is what it's like:

                                              A man goes to sleep in the town

where he has always lived, and he dreams he's living

in another town.

In the dream, he doesn't remember 

the town he's sleeping in his bed in.  He believes 

the reality of the dream town.

The world is that kind of sleep.

The dust of many crumbled cities 

settles over us like a forgetful doze,

but we are older than those cities.

                                        We begin

as a mineral.  We emerged into plant life

and into the animal state, and then into being human,

and always we have forgotten our former states,

except in early spring when we slightly recall

being green again.

That's how a young person turns

toward a teacher.  That's how a baby leans

toward the breast, without knowing the secret

of its desire, yet turning instinctively.

Humankind is being led along an evolving course,

through this migration of intelligences,

and though we seem to be sleeping,

there is an inner wakefulness

that directs the dream,

and that will eventually startle us back

to the truth of who we are.

all photos by Makropoulos

4/1/2011 - 4/2/2011

rachelnico

So

I had a guy in my life

once

who was kind of like a psychopath;

I don't know

if he truly was one,

but he was

an awful lot like one.

He would mirror

back to me

(or you or anybody)

exactly what we want to see

EXACTLY

to a 

"T"

And I was able to hold

his attention

for over two years,

which meant that

for about a year --

                      maybe a little more--

he actually found some interest or

challenge,

or maybe even enjoyed

mirroring me back

to me;

and I had this crazy belief that,

in the midst of that time,

I penetrated the surface and found and connected with

the man underneath

downloadmonkey

And he was pretty darned extraordinary

and I still believe

in a sick, sad way

that he thought I was extraordinary

too.

I will honestly tell you:

I had never been

so happy

in my life.  Foolishly, I thought

I could make it last

forever.

But when the man you give your love to
is actually
the man deep inside
the mirror,
you have to realize
he
is constantly receding,
because in this world comprised
solely of representations
the mirror
dominates
over the
original


                                . . . and so

every other woman
who sees this man
also sees
herself the way
she would like
to see herself,
and she wants him for her very own;
and if he's living
continually
in his Mirror Stage,
well,
he's very rarely in contact
with the true he,
he's just continually infatuated
with the perfect he
that he thinks he can see whenever
 a woman thinks she has fallen
head over heels in love
with him.

Still,
there has to be a man in the mirror,
a man who on this earthly domain
was given the deadly deed
of having to be the mirror-bearer,
he whose essence
is that mystical 3rd that God created
for the sole purpose
of being able to see
HimSelf.




OK,
honestly,
this is a pretty wild entry here,
but I'm going to ride it out

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 So
how many women fall so
in love (as much in love as I did) with
their psychopath lover?

I'd say almost all of them;
or most of them

So what                                               
is
                                          the
big fucking deal?

There is no deal:
there never was:
for two years, I stood
in front of a
beautiful mirror
and learned to love myself.




Tomorrow
would be
my father's birthday,
had he lived,

but as we all know:
Makropoulos is 425 years old,
so her father,
has long since mingled
with the earth he loved,
with the water he loved,
with the trees he wouldn't cut down,
not even for Christmas:

My father,
the most beautiful man
I will ever know:
tall and slender
and blonde
and quiet; smart
and witty
(I was the one who always got his jokes)
subtle,
and kind,
and so misunderstood,
my
               dear
                dear
father,
I've only just passed the age
he was at when he died,
or so it seems,
as he's been gone
such a long
long
long
time.
It's been hundreds of years
since I saw him last,
and I was just really getting
to know him.

                  Yes,

I loved my father
very much,
and I do believe
he loved me too.


                                                          He just never said it
                                                                       out loud.

artsjournal


And then there was another man:
the man I was married to, many years ago,
he
was 20 years my senior,
I married him
when he was at the age my father was
when he died.

People said to me:
you married a father figure,
and I said:
no! I did not!

He didn't look a think like my father, and
he was shorter than him, and
he could see color
and play the piano.

My father
was tone deaf,
and could only see red.



But I will tell you something
which
I recently discovered
(or came to terms with)
:

Yes.
I did marry my husband
to replace my father, and I am here to tell you:
the biggest
mistake a woman could make
if in a position even vaguely similar
to the one I was in when I married
would be to marry a man
who is the opposite of her father.  Women

make their men
in to the man
they want him to be.
And if the woman is lucky,
the man
is amenable to it.

If a woman feels
she met the perfect man
in her father, well, she tries
to make the man in her life
into her conception of her father.

That is why, quite frankly,
if a woman must marry,
and if she loved her father,
she should marry a man who is like her father,
in looks and temperment,
because if her father is really
a wonderful man (as my father was)
then the man you've chosen
to mold into him won't mind it at all,
and won't mind reflecting him back to you.


Does this mean I agree with Freud, when he said
that every girl and every boy
wants to have sex
with their father and/or mother?

No.

A girl can love her father without wanting to bed him,
and visa versa, just as a boy
can love his parent in the same way.
There is a true paternal love, a love
that adores the daughter
but does not cross that line;
and there is a true daughterly love,
a love that adores
her father, and adores
him all the more
because she knows she is safe with him.

But when it comes to a boyfriend,
a reproduction will suit her fine.
There's no sin in that;
there's not sin in wanting to love your mate
with the same excessive love that a child
once harbored for their parent who was their absolute world.

And if that man (or other mate of whatever gender)
is of like temper,
and seeks to love a woman
with the same adoration that he once
directed solely towards his mother,
well,
they're a match made in heaven.

Soulmates?

Maybe.

That's really another element all together.

Yes, there's no sin in that, because
if we could all find a partner
who we can love with the same love we felt
for the person we loved absolutely most in our lives,
well,
this would be a pretty happy planet,
and would spin
in an energy of
healing bliss.

But alas,
that's not the way the world turns, instead
we live in the tug of war of
users, abusers
used, abused,
passive-aggressive
active complacent
passive passive
active active

and every gradation in between.

Indeed
Indeed.

And we fight and we bicker,
and we flaunt flirt and hurt,
and we ignore the beautiful
simplicity of truth right before
our eyes.

Indeed
Indeed.

(Is it Armageddon yet?)

If it is,
well perhaps
we should
give up our
petty hatreds
now, and love
with a love that exceeds,

like a child loves his mother or her father,
or whomever it was
who once made that child
oh so glad, just to be
alive.

Noah: a channelling

I wake up in the morning,

numbed by winter's chill,

listening to the news

of shootings, revolutions, starvings, floods,

etc,  etc.,

and I think:

Are we there yet?

Is it Armageddon

yet?

How far do we have to go

before it's sheer hell

on earth?

We don't really have to destroy it,

we just have to destroy

each other --

and in the last
desperate gasp
of humankind as it extinguishes
itself
we'll see it:

the end of time

as we know it

because TIME,

as we know it,

is time.

Outside of our perception of time,

there is no time.

(My cats have no conception of time;

they siddle up to the table

when I sit down to eat, 

and not because they know

it's "dinner time."

I eat at all times,

and they

are always not too far

away.  They're dictated by pack,
not temporal,

instincts)

So once we destroy

each other,

our conception of time

will be gone

(though earth will go on, and regenerate.)

And the humans who will live on

are the ones who don't give a damn;

they're the ones who pay attention not

to the rat race created by humans, not

to Wall Street, or the New York Times

or not even Aljazeera

;

the humans who will live on

are the ones who don't give a damn;

they only pay attention

to the earth,

and they see the signs

and build a boat

(or a flying machine,

or a solar paneled house)

or whatever the earth seems to be telling them

that they need to build.

This is all we really have to do

to survive

as a race and as a planet;

just stop

being such stupid bastards

and killing 

each other so much.

( 5magazine )

`

Let's imagine this:

for a second:

Jesus will come again . . . 

in 2012 if we --

                  all humanity --

could make peace before then.

Because if we all make peace,

and

if we find a way to live

with one another,

Jesus will not have to 

make a journey,

S(H)e will 

be here.

~ ~

( APOD 11/27/2011 )

~ ~

Let's imagine this,

for a second:

what if 

there really is to be

a spectacular planetary alignment

on 

12/21/2012,

and that alignment produces,

(imagine,

for a minute)

no explosion,

but instead, 

a mere glasslike,

placid

timelessness

,

and in that glasslike

placed

timelessness,

we were challenged

to look at ourselves

in a mirror

for an eternity.

(After about 2 weeks of looking in that kind of mirror, believe me, you would start seeing your

flaws,

and, well into eternity,

they would be all that you would see.)

And imagine this:

the image we must face,

is only us, individually, no one

else is anywhere to be seen, just

you                      

and

you                        

and

you                          

and

you                           

and

                         I

each held before the mirror

of eternity,

                                      for a eternity.

The thing is:
now we have the choice to decide
what we will see
in that moment

of facing the mirror

of individual and communal extinction:

we can either have an individual & communal

image of hatred and loathing

for eternity

                     or

we can have an individual and communal

image of caring and forgiving

 for eternity

or we could have an eternal image

of something in between.

Imagine

that.

 ( experience project )

 We,

we happy humans

are the species

who were given the job

to go further

                        and further and further

and with each step forward, we --

both as individual 

and as a group --

get more perfect.

Like Tiammat and her youth,

each generation

perfects the features

of its generator.

Imagine that:

it's just the nature

of the human

beast:

Each generation is meant to be

better than the last.

and if they're not,

it's stasis,

even

self destruction.

Like an eternal winter.

Imagine that.

~ ~ ~

I woke up this morning

numbed                                     

by winter's chill, listening

to the news

of shootings, explosions, jihad,

illness, and homelessness,

and I wonder:

are we there yet?

Is it Armageddon

yet?

The Scholar: A Channelling

. . . . and so it begins

the horrendous roller coaster 

treadmill of the academic

year

Some people think college professors

have it made,

but honestly

these days

that isn't true.

( Shelah )

Of course, there are those 

tenured faculty, who

admired what appeared to be the easy life

of their 

English Professor,

in the 1970's,

and perhaps it was 

easy

in its way.

But like a child who admires his father's

authority,

the students who envisions and envies

his professor's 

solitary ease,

imitates it, and 

imitates it with exaggeration.

After all, the child doesn't see the work

that goes into 

apparent ease.

So, yes, there are

professors today

who are very, very

lazy, and then

there are those who do

their jobs, which means

when September hits, so too does their

4-4 or 5-5

teaching load

hit

the fan and splatter

and so begins. . . 

the meetings and the committees and

the papers and the

                  Task Forces

designed by administrators

with literature Ph.D.s 

who are either more cunning

or more beguiling

or more corrupt

than the menial faculty.

And the duties they design

so urgently 

will become passe

when they move away

in a year or two

to a seaside experimental College

not too far from Berkeley.

( Bowman )

Yes, so it begins,

and I 

a faculty 

member

spawned by hardworking mentors

begin my struggle:

my mind gets cluttered

with a multitude of tasks

designed to appeal

to my well-meaninged

intentions,

designed to quell my cantankarous

ruminations.

All week long I trudge

from day to day 

from paper, to paper,

pursuing these days

when my brain, so full

of mutterings

can spill

on this miserable page.

With a little help

from my friends, I squeeze

the chatter 

into oblivion, for a time

when time gallops

forward, and so does

my pen, just barely

fast enough

to capture the moaning voices

of captives in my head

my head

the cave

the cave

where perhaps exists a

universe just like

the one we live in,

and the great mind 

that fashions the wheel

that spins around a glowing

center in this world

is mine.  And somewhere

on a planet circling that star

in my mind

                                         lives me, struggling to see

                                 the meaning of it all.

The savior of the world

in my own mind is me,

and if I can just be true

to me

everything will be all right.

 - - - ) ) ) ( ( ( - - -

This is where the current 

academy

comes in:

it is designed to detain

the minds of men

and women

from themselves.

It was designed by men

living inside their own heads

100 years or so

ago,

and it worked for awhile,

But not anymore, as the 

master brain evolves to meet

the God-Brain,

the ways of that mind

that Old old mind

will no longer fit the bill.

Jesus will come as the scholar

in the 4 days of the grid,

in the

Age of the Grid

at the exact

point of juncture

where & when

women &  men

realize

The Messiah is the mind that

unites us,

the point

of agreement

and acceptance

and forgiveness.

It's so easy

that it's hard, the hardest

thing in the world

to do.

( spanblog )

Most people would just

laugh

and say:

it's the stupidest

most asinine

idea, and no way

could it happen:

what could happen:

humans would advance to the point

where they could all

we could all 

just look each other

in the eye

and just

stop

fighting

              just

stop

demanding

notoreity

or equality,

because

If we all stopped fighting,

stopped hating,

started communicating

we'd all be equal.

That's right:

suddenly,

we would all

be

equal.

Jesus will come as the Scholar

in the 4 Days of the Grid:

in earlier entries

I've contemplated

who Jesus was

       or is,

and mostly,

what the Grid is,

but have I spoken of the scholar?

The scholar is the greatest

any man can be,

recognizing that scholar

-ship

means reaching the highest

intellectual potential

one can reach

on the subject that one

is born to be best at;

therefore;

one can be a scholar

in their taxi, or a

scholar delivering mail,

or a scholar

teaching infants,

or a scholar

in jail.

 Just as long as the mind

that God gave you,

that absolute 

 organ

made in His likeness,

just as long as you are true

to its greatest potential,

you, too,

                are part of

Jesus rising. 

- - - ( ( ( ) ) ) - - -

Jesus will come again

as the Scholar

to the scholars

when the 4 points unite:

the East

the West

the North

the South

at the moment of the juncture

when the eye of God

gazes directly

at the mind of Man

through the only aperture

in the heavens

that makes this possible:

by the way,

it's a mirror

in the mind

of God:

that's the ticket,

that's the 2-way street,

the moment of Reflective Practice

when God reflects 

on himself:

and when he does, we

are the image he sees:

We happy Three

We Trinity.

( lovezanedale )

Is this a joke?

Is this a drug induced

harangue?

Or is it

a channelling,

a message

from the galaxy

inside of me

that is really

my point of entry to

the entirety

of the almighty.

Don't think too hard.

Just ride that trai

and if you fall off,

don't fret

there's always another.

But if you're wondering the date and time

of this miraculous

mirror gazing:

it would be

some time in the 12th month

of the year

2012.

AbusesubA

The reverse of the abuse is
love


The initial abuse occured
when
for a split second

God
or the representation of god
that was produced so god
could see what he
or she
looked like

looked

and said:

"what the heck is that?"

and for a moment the love faltered,

and part of god laughed

at the other part of god

and that laughing part of god

made the other part of god

feel it was less than god,

and so

the cycle of abuse

began

. . . .



slowly,


through time


the abuse has compounded to the point where


pastors abuse parishioners


fathers abuse children


lovers abuse beloved


and the abused are so confused --  because


it all started for them


a long time ago,


when they had come only seeking


love.



It's time to break the chain;


it's time to look in the mirror and recognize


we are all complimentary parts


of the total image






The only way to make that change

to the man in the mirror

is to change the man

looking

at

the mirror.

on 2012 and related ramblings. . . .

The past few weeks,

I have been so unfocused.

(So pardon me if this entry is unstable, too.)

This past Sunday

I felt like the 

cosmic world was torn

asunder.

 

The result: I got sick.

***

I have this funny theory, and 

it's related to the whole idea

of a polar shift.

Polar shift:

Now, the whole idea of this gives me

a few chills.

If it's true,

I feel terrifically cheated.

Here I am;

I've been living so very long,

robbed of the privilege of 

a private death

for hundreds of years;

instead, I may be transported into the ether

en masse--

with you

all.

All of us, together,

no special ceremonies

or embalmings

or monuments

or pictures in the paper;

just a sudden,

unexpected

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

******

and what will be left of us?

This:

these very words;

these internet images and

our radio impressions;

that amazing chatter of the multitudes

that my own small voice is but one part of.

This is what will be left;

this is what assures some level of

immortality.

( geology.com )

For some reason, though, this thought doesn't disturb me at all.

If we could all just sort of do what I've been talking about in some of my entries,

then it might not be all that bad.  My two central rules are::

 

Just live each moment as if

it's the last.

and 

Just love.

 

 

What is love?

It's that stupid feeling of bliss that you feel

when you sit out under the stars by a fire

with a beer

and a cigarette.

It's that extraordinary

wordless awe

of holding a baby's hand

in your own;

 

it's the moment of loss

of control of self

when the body wrenches

orgasmically

with someone who

helps you be

your better self

even as you

help them be

their better self;

 

it's the satisfaction

of showing your son

how to change a head gasket

and seeing him do it just right;

it's the satisfaction gained

when you stop thinking about

what you need to do by tomorrow

and instead 

listen

to the story your mother wants to tell,

or that funny old man down the road, or

that kid in your class who wears a helmet

and sits in a wheelchair.

it's every act we give

to another

without thinking

about what we will

gain in return.

******

OK, all right already.

What does that have to do with 2012?

absolutely nothing

and

absolutely everything.

But back to the way I started this.

I have this funny theory, and 

it's related to the whole idea

of a polar shift:

 

the popular belief is that

this shift is going to happen

very quickly.

Well, I say:

it's started already.

How else can you explain

all the strange natural phenomena

we've been experiencing lately?

The earth is shifting,

already, perhaps even

anticipating 

the frolicsome dance

soon to begin

between her

and the sun

and this massive

black hole

in the middle

of our galaxy.

We are but bit players in this larger planetary rendezvous:

the sun and the earth,

well,

they've done this before.

Makes me wonder

what that third party, that black hole 

is 

anyway?

Perhaps it is nothing but 

a mirror

in which all of creation -

each human individually,

and humanities as an entity -

will suddenly,

unexpectedly

encounter

itself

and have to

answer

for

itself.

 

Are you ready?

 

 

 

 

Three In One

1.

(from rtjones  - nice blog )

The human being, is in essence

the representation of the three of God's most ineffable,

most unmanifestable

aspects

Our bodies, don't forget, are just really the vehicles

that those three aspects live in

while living on 

planet earth.  

At the time of Creation

(the First Fall)

it was found

by the Almighty

slightly by accident

that he could better represent himself

in his constituent parts

than he could as a whole

because

to represent himself as a whole

would be to represent

the Everything

Twice

and that's just impossible.

Because Everything Cannot Be doubled.  

So the only way he could create

the Everything

was to create the Nothing

because

the Everything and the Nothing

contain the same things

at the same time.

Because in order for their to be

No Thing

You have to know the

Every Thing

2.

It's the place of the double negative,

the place of the palindrome:

The place where the left and the right meet

Where the mirror image meets

that which is reflected.

We look up into space, and we see No Thing

Because during the time we occupy our bodies

we contain Every Thing;

when we move to the realm of the everything

these bodies are nothing.

It's funny:

we think our soul mates

are people just like us;

when in fact it makes the most sense

for a soul mate to be a mirror

opposite.

(2a. - read through 3, read 2a, then return to 2a;

read through 2, 2a, and 3 and then whatever. . . )

3.

Let me please get back to the point I began with:

every individual human

embodies

the three most ineffible aspects of God,

and remember, as I said

a couple days ago,

the reason our bodies are so damned beautiful

is because

he loves these aspects of himself

the most.

We are the most sacred, because we are the closest to No Thing

The three most unrepresentable aspect of God

that we are obliged

to contain within us

are imitated within each on of us -

in our personalities.

They are:

God the Creator

God the Father or Ruler

God the Child

Thus, each one of us has at least these three aspects

of our personalities.

2a.

And wouldn't it be interesting

if our soul mate shared one 

essential aspect - the Child -

but was the exact opposite 

of OurSelves in one or two

of our other aspect??????

Then, when we meet back

in heaven, for lack of a

better word, we know we

would be everything.

EVERYTHING

both the positive & the negative;

we would be perfect.

A soul that has reached the end of its human path,

in terms of reincarnation, is generally a very lonely

soul, because they have reached a point in their 

evolution where they know the biggest challenge they

could give to themselves on this earthly plan

would be to make their earthly double

their exact opposite,

with one

qualification:

they would

share the

same Child,

because

the child

is the essence of our earthly, heavenly being.

4. 

I was talking to my sister tonight.

She was telling me about her old

childhood friend, who I'll simply call

OldFriend.  OldFriend was always a bit

of a rebel. She ran away from home

at 16; left home for Alaska at 19 or so.

I don't know middle years, because

my sister lost contact.  Somewhere in

there, OldFriend met a man (Oh, I should

mention, OldFriend was always a knock-out;

her voluptuous body always made me shudder

and feel inadequate.  But OldFriend had troubles

with men, as we all do.  Anyway, OldFriend met

a man, a foreign man.  She married him;

they produced three daughters, with the help

of a test-tube. OldFriend lives with the man, her 

husband and the father of her three daughters who look

nothing alike, sometimes.  Other times, she's running.

Away from something, towards something; who knows.

She bring her girls with her,  Right now they're doing it

in an RV.  OldFriend showed up at my sister's house; the 

girls are now around 14, and they've been home-schooled for

the past 4-5 years.  Clueless.  (so sis says)  And angry; they

all wear their hair really short and don't bathe much.  One of them seemed to really

like my sister, and smiled and was kind to her.  And thanked

her for lunch, for a walk, for hospitality.  The other two refused

all kindness.  They did not speak or look at her.  Of the three, one is more 

mannish; one has a few learning disabilities (she's the one who

liked my sister); one is I-Don't-Remember-What, but she was

different. As sister told me about them, and their stand-offish

yet happy-to-see-you mother, I said, "her daughters are the three

primary aspects of OldFriend, and only one of them likes you."

Sister laughed, because she knew I was right.  There was a a part of

OldFriend who always liked being with my fussy sister, but most of the time,

OldFriend didn't want to have much to do with her.  I remember that from our

childhood.

Using my equation from above, about how each of us are imitating the three most

ineffable aspects of God in ourselves, one might venture to guess that 

OldFriend's three personalities, embodied so fully in her daughters

are the Father, which is a wanderlust, the Creator, who may be the girl who likes 

my sister, and the Child is the other, who 

my sister said was the nasty girl.  But the girl who likes 

my sister may also be the Child, because my sister is an Eternal Child.

We each have these Three Aspects, 

but in some of us, one of the aspects

is more pronounced than the other. 

We all have an element of the Father,

the ruler; we all have an element of

the Creator; we all have an element

of the Child.

To find someone who is completely compatible is so difficult,

because a completely compatible person has to be compatible

in all three of these areas.  We can have friends,

like my sister and OldFriend, who we like to see some

of the time, but we'd rather not see Most of the Time,

because two out of three of their essential aspects

are different from our own.

The core of all of these three aspects, for each human,

is the Child, because we are all

children of God at our core.

We are born perfect, and it is society

that fashions the Father aspect in all of us

--

this is called the process of socialization

(by the way, that comes right after the mirror stage)

--

The Father aspect in us is what Freud called 

The SuperEgo, that element of the tripartite

personality that enforces and controls the other two

more primordial urges.  The SuperEgo

makes us able to "pass" in society.

Psychologically, we gained the Super-Ego

when we ate that damned apple. The

SuperEgo, that Third Part of our

personality that God didn't want

us to have was the part that made

us the Maker of Laws;

(For the Disciple John who was giving us

his version of the New Testament, the Testament

inspired by the word of Jesus,

In the beginning was the Word

That Gospel should go first;

because it is the most accurate.

That Gospel readjusts the time frame we

use when reading the story; 

the beginning

of the New Testament should acknowledge

that after the fall of man,  a new time began,

and it was a time in which hu-mans had the capacity

to make their own laws.

The beginning of time as we know it, 

began when Hu-mans

were expelled from the Garden

For

Before that, 

we were

Creator

and Child --

yes,

we imitated the

Creator who is God

but we were all

his children

We were not him.

If we can find our inner child,

we will also find our creative spirit

at the same time, because those two aspects

are at the core of our being.  

As long as we have bodies, though,

the best way to live in society

is as a responsible child,

a child who recognizes that as long as we live

in this World After the Fall,

we have to also follow some rules.

When all humans begin to see that

perhaps we'll start on our path

back to the garden.

(I have to end this with this funny word list link,

because they made me think of palindromes

check it out:

merriamwebster