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2006 by William Mistele. All rights reserve
Transcripts from the live
show:
TALK SHOW RADIO
(Note: Topics include poetry
about the softness of a woman’s skin, the magic of undines and the magnetic
fluid, on and on without end)
[Week One]
You Are Live and On the Air
Hello out there. This is live talk show radio coming to you
from the
Well, whatever you think a woman’s skin is
as soft as ….we all want to know. This is your chance to be on our show. And don’t think we are being frivolous or
shallow. A woman’s skin is one of the
keys that unlocks the Feminine Mysteries.
Hello. Go ahead.
You are on the air.
Hi.
My name is Tavitma. I am a Hopi Indian from Second
Don’t tell me. Hotevilla?
No, New Oraibi. A woman’s
skin is as soft as the fur of a rabbit or a kitten.
Thank you. We have
another caller. Go ahead.
I am May Ling from
Good, good. Keep it coming. We have another caller on the air.
Hello.
My name is Martin and I am from a little village in the
May Ling: (interrupting): as soft as the
wind flowing through a tree without disturbing the leaves.
Tavitma: As soft as
a tear that slips down your cheek, crossing your mouth with the taste of salt,
and dropping from your chin to find rest on your breasts.
May Ling: As soft
as a cat’s paw touching the surface of a lake without leaving a ripple or a
trace.
Martin: As soft as the laugh of a man
adrift on a sea of timelessness who is rescued at last.
May Ling: As soft
as the breath of a baby …actually a baby’s butt.
Martin: As soft and as real as the pulsing
heartbeat you feel beneath your fingertips on her breasts.
May Ling: As soft as the sigh in the voice of one who
finally surrenders herself in love.
Tavitma: As soft as a
dream that carries you away and returns you safe and rested to the light of
day.
What is this? Someone is banging on the window from the
street. OK. OK.
Hang on. I will let you in.
(taking a seat
next to a microphone across from the talk show host)
What is your name and
where are you from?
Pablo: My name is Pablo and I am from Isla Negra off the coast of
A woman’s skin is as soft and as
warm as the embers of memory as they fade only to find a
flame remains rekindling them again in a new beginning.
(another loud
banging on the window)
What? Someone else wants in? Gees. OK.
OK. Come on in and take a seat
next to Pablo. What is your name?
Dylan: My name is Dylan and I am from the
(loud banging on
the window)
Is there no end to
this? What do these people think this
is, the Field of Dreams? OK.
OK. Come on in. Turn that wastebasket upside down and sit on
it next Dylan. What is your name?
Theodore:
My name is Theodore and I am from
A woman’s skin is as soft as the light of dawn finding its way between
the leaves of trees slipping down, down into the shadows, lifting them up in
its hands now a cup, turning them into pure light.
Wait. Wait. Let me try it
again. My voice has been out of
shape. A woman’s skin is as soft as fingertips
tracing the curve of her hips and there you find a dream you had let escape,
that flew away to be free, but now it returns charmed by her beauty.
Pablo: I think what Theodore is trying to
say is that a woman’s skin is as soft as the tip of a tongue, of its touch upon
her skin circling her navel and dipping within now becoming a key to unlock the
mystery of a human heart that has learned to be free.
Dylan: A woman’s skin is as soft as
sheaves of wheat as the wind breaks in waves of golden light while the five senses
drown in the sound of the words, “I love you.”
I think you “walk ins”
are probably a little cold from your journeys.
How about my guests on the conference call? Anything else?
Martin: If I may misquote another—“To touch a woman’s skin is to
be freed of all sin. To taste it is to fly with divine wings. When its light fills you eyes, you see sights
hidden from the wise. And if it ever should anoint you, its
cool, soothing tenderness flowing through you, then all that you have ever lost
is again found and impossible hopes and dreams will soon come around.”
OK. OK. That is very nice Martin but we are straying
a little from the topic. Come on,
folks. Put your mind into the experience
of your hands on a woman’s body, sense the caress and touch of her skin with
your fingers and palm. Focus, focus, focus.
And let’s keep it short, concise, and to the point. This is all about perception.
Tavitma: What about
you? You haven’t contributed
anything.
OK. Let me give it a try—a woman’s skin is as soft
as a song that sinks into your heart with notes that steal pleasure from every
nerve fiber in your body.
(loud banging on
the window) (more loud banging on the window)
What is this? The Dead Poet’s Society? OK.
OK. Come on in. (Theodore gets up and lets the woman take
his seat.)
Who are you?
Sappho: My name is Sappho and I am from the
And so ….what do you
want to say?
Sappho: A woman’s skin is as soft as ….
(her voice suddenly rapturous speaks most
melodious)
“A thief in golden sandals, Dawn fell on
me, taking me in the way I always wanted; awakening, sweat bedews me like a
shower, tingles all my flesh with subtle fire.”
Dylan: (moaning, breathless, and then
glancing from Sappho to Pablo) “Sexy, isn’t she?”
“Eat your heart out boys,” interjects Theodore.
(loud banging on
the window—its Yeats, T.S. Elliot, and Robert Bly. Bly has his nose
pressed against the glass and there are tears in his eyes but now the glass
fogs up from the frost in his breath.)
Thoedore: (to the three poets outside) Get lost! We aren’t going to let you in and that’s
final!
(the three poets
walk off into the dark, snowy night dejected)
Pablo: (to Sappho)
More, more.
Sappho: (gazing into
Pablo’s eyes with a dark stare in which light begins to shine. And then she leans in close to him and
whispers into his ear.)
“What did she say?” asks Dylan.
“Yeah, we all want to know,” insists
Theodore.
Pablo: (a thoughtful look on his face, a
frown, and then a laugh) She said to me,
“I want to feel
your will inside me. I want your desire
to arouse me. I want to burn with your
yearning until nothing is left except the scent of your love carried by the
wings of my heart.”
Dylan: (turning to Theodore) Well,
Theodore, we will give you one last chance to redeem yourself.
Pablo: Yeah, yeah. (to Theodore) A poet
without a rhyme in his head might as well be dead.
Theodore: (to Sappho)
Your hips and thighs’ circling, molded as a sea of sand dunes sculptured by the
wind, an intimate caress my palm will never find flowing upon your skin.
Sappho: (to Theodore)
Your touch shakes me as you pierce me deep within, my nerves scream like rivers
running from the tallest mountains now evaporating and lost amid the desert’s
red dunes.
Dylan: (to Sappho)
There is a candle, a wick naked and exposed. It burns furiously inhaling the air, exhaling
flames of desire, melting darkness submits to worship upon this altar of your
body, your hips a wine I shall never find.
Though I am master of my craft, this flame is red, this flame is white
and its burns with a delight I shall never taste again.
Sappho: (to Dylan with
her eyes closed, her chin slightly raised, her body actually quivering): Taste
me! I am the rain falling upon trees,
leaves slipping through mountain meadows, ravines to fall into streams suddenly
throbbing for release; saturated, overflowing with burning need hurling through
my body a flashflood I explode over falls; pools deep and serene can not
contain me; your body an electrical storm within my dreams lights this darkness
where I wander, my hunger now whirls and turns, the touch of your lips devours
me.
OK. OK. I
know, I know, you are nothing but dead poets and you don’t seem to have ever
heard of the word “plagiarism.” But this is all in good fun. And, to be honest, it is good to see you all
again.
(A voice from no where speaks in the room)
Steve: Hello? Hello?
Can you hear me now?
Who the fuck are you?
Steve:
Oh, good. My name is Steve Palmer
not to be confused with Arnold Palmer or Steve Ballmer. I am a total nerd, a computer geek, and as a
CEO I am on the list of the top fifty most rich in this country.
How did you get in here?
And where are you?
Steve: I am also a hacker and there are
few on earth who are my match. Even the
So what do you
want? A private
session with Sappho?
No, nothing like
that. I want the expertise of the group you have
gathered together. I think they might be
able to help me because I am at my last tether.
Just spell it out. Keep it simple and for goodness sake, stop
trying to rhyme.
I was cuddling a woman exactly as you said
at the beginning of your radio call in.
And I now have this pain in my chest region and it simply won’t go away
even with pain killers. And, trust me on
this, poetry and cute metaphoric descriptions are worthless when it comes to
the relief I am seeking.
So you are saying a
woman’s skin is so soft it causes you pain?
Is this your contribution?
(a door opens in the
back of the broadcasting room and in steps a man very dark and gloomy.)
Who the hell are
you? Another computer geek who wants to
bear all?
Cerebrum of Dr. Eugene Gendlin
(abbreviated: CDEG) No. I am the
cerebrum of Dr.
Well, that is a new one
on me. Does Dr. Gendlin know you are
here?
CDEG: No. I operate both inside and
outside of his consciousness but I am sure he would not object to my being
here.
And what do you want CDEG?
CDEG: Well, obviously I am here to
facilitate our geek’s, I mean Steve’s blocked energy.
Why do you think you can
help?
CDEG: You are carrying on dialogues,
right?
Yes. We are having conversations.
CDEG: Well, in Plato’s Dialogues, the body was opposed to the mind thus giving
rise to the disasters of Western philosophy and theology. But I shall now demonstrate beyond all doubt
that the body and mind are of one design and can not be separated when it comes
to matters of the heart.
Interesting. Proceed.
CDEG: (to Steve) Now Steve. Describe as best you can the actual
sensations of pain in your body. Be
specific. I want a visual, graphic, and
kinesthetic output.
Steve: OK.
After cuddling her, about a day later, I felt this pain that won’t go
away. It’s about three eights of an inch beneath the surface of my skin and it
extends from my belly to just below my chin.
It is like one layer of flesh has been pulled to a small extent away
from another. It is more than
discomfort. It is like my body no longer
fits together.
CDEG:
Very good Steve. You’re doing
well with your description. Now focus on
the actual physical sensations again. Stay with this for a moment. Now compare what you are feeling now with the
words you just described to me.
Steve: Yeah, I can go back and forth
between the description and the sensations and I can’t make it more accurate
than that. But it is still there in full
force. Please make the pain go away!
CDEG: OK.
Ask yourself this question and then stop all thought and let your body
give you an answer. Listen in stillness
for the reply from within. The question
is this: What is underneath and behind this pain? What is its opposite?
Steve: OK.
I am focusing now, asking, and listening.
(silence for
thirty seconds)
Steve:
What appears in my body is the sensation of the woman as she cuddles
me. It is her absence that is causing
the pain. (pleading) I felt so much more alive being with
her. So what is my problem? Am I
experiencing a withdrawal symptom?
CDEG:
You are doing very well. This
shows excellent progress. Remain
calm. Focusing often passes through
several transitions. Now ask yourself
again while maintaining this sensation of her body pressed against yours—What is underneath or behind this?
Steve: (another thirty seconds) Wow. There is this very intense energy now in my
body accompanied by visual representation.
CDEG: That’s OK. Take your time. Describe both the visual configuration and
the energy sensation.
Steve:
It is like I am inside of or have become an alchemical mandala: here are the sun and the
moon, the stars above, the earth below, all images of nature around me
arrayed. The mandala
is of substance like platinum and the designs are drawn with ink made from
various metals—silver, gold, iron, tin, lead, copper, brass, quicksilver, and
charcoal.
When I say the energy is intense it is like something penetrating every
cell in my body down to molecular and atomic levels.
CDEG: Can you be more specific about this
intensity?
Steve: The intensity is a feeling of each
part dissolving and then fusing again in a process that strives for perfection,
if you will, it is after total and absolute
rejuvenation. The pain is gone but I am
not sure if this is any improvement—this intensity is also very
uncomfortable.
CDEG: You are doing just fine, Steve. Just a little bit more and it should
release. We just need to go slightly
beyond focusing and psychology.
Where we are now, to use magic terminology, is that you are too electrical—there
is too much masculinity. You have to
bring the woman into this process.
So recall again the two of you cuddling.
Now imagine you are making love with her but you have to actually
connect to her psychically. You see, if
the two of you had sex the tension would be gone but the resolution would only
be temporary. You are after something
more permanent and soulful, more internal that is perhaps a deeper connection
than even sex.
Steve: OK.
She and I are making love. I can
feel her right here with me. I can feel
her respond.
CDEG: Go ahead: ask what is underneath and
behind this?
Steve: OK.
Got it! Is it this obvious? It is two bodies acting as one, ten senses
instead of five, two separate minds now synchronized. And I see what you mean about the magnetic
fluid—this ….how did you guys put it—it anoints you, its cool, soothing
tenderness flowing through you—the feminine magnetic surrounds and contains the
electric masculine.
CDEG:
Good. Now Steve, the words “cool” and
“soothing” refer to actual sensations but the word “tenderness” is more
abstract. Get inside that word for me,
would you?
Steve: Yeah.
(focusing) I got it. Her feminine essence, her magnetic fluid is
now inside my brain cooling it down. It
is relaxing so I can let go and flow ….What is happening? Where am I? Our two brains’ neurological activity is now
joined. It is no longer that alchemical mandala—it is the actual universe around me and within
me.
CDEG:
Well done. Now you know how to deal with
the pain of separation and also attain an inner union that transcends even
space and time.
(“Bullshit”
screams a man with astonishing command who bursts though the door in the back.)
I have got to lock those doors before our next show. You know, you look a lot like Robert McKee.
But you are not, are you?
Dr.
Profundus: (speaking slowly with the undertones of a
lion snarling) I am Dr. Profundus and I am witness to
group psychosis, well actually, I would have to call it telepathic
contamination. Dr. Eugene Gendlin knows
virtually nothing about alchemy or the electric and magnetic fluids. And Steve, a complete geek and nerd, is far
to out of touch with his body to engage in this kind of focusing.
Your
point?
Dr. Profundus:
My point is that all of your brains are interconnected on a telepathic level in
a way that invalidates your conclusions.
There is no such internal alchemy, spiritual unity, or soul to soul
communication. This whole radio program is a sham and a fabrication. I should know. It is I who contributed to brain research in
the last century. Why parts of the brain
are named after me!
But what you have
described demonstrates that the process is valid. For a soul to soul and psychic union with another are precisely a telepathic connection. It is not contamination.
This is what we do here at the
A sexual union with another in its highest
aspect requires an inner union with oneself—opposites join, external,
internal—each process contributes to the other, amplifying and enriching until
human becomes divine.
Dr. Profundus:
Well, I never.
Security! (two
security guards enter) Take him and drop him off in the halls of
(the two guards escort
a befuddled professor toward the door he came in but suddenly Dr. Profundus shakes off their grip on his arms, turns and
speaks).
Dr. Profundus:
Wait! Wait! I have something further to debate. I myself was an alchemist in a former
incarnation—yes, the memory is coming back to me now--because back then anyone
with imagination was acquainted with alchemical lore.
The yin ching, the feminine magnetic fluid
that Steve has managed to steal from his consort and tuck away in his brain is
bound to deteriorate. It is inherently
unstable and not at all the equivalent of the Red Lion or the true internal
elixir—the quintessence of nature perfected.
Mumble, mumble, toil and
trouble. What you are saying is junk
unless you are willing to back it up with a lab experiment.
Dr. Profundus: I
am. I am. You remember Socrates? He was an idiot and a fool. “Know yourself!” Bullshit. For Socrates, nature had no part to play in
illuminating the human heart. You can
not know yourself without understanding the way you are a part of nature. In this regard, Socrates was a skeptic. But we need not be as blind as he.
Call one of your undines and let her facilitate someone. Use Theodore, since he is an absolute jerk
when it comes to affairs of the heart.
If it can work for Theodore, it can work for anyone.
I am sure with an undine as our guide the magnetic fluid from us can not
hide. In this way, nature itself through
the voice of a mermaid shall guide us all on the path to perfection. But to insure that the process is free of
contamination by her overpowering aura, keep her at a distance. Use only her voice and not her presence. Call her to appear in your magic mirror.
Very
well. (concentrating
for a moment and, in a shining light cool and refreshing to the eyes, an undine
appears in the magic mirror)
Undine: What a sight! A room full of such passion and delight! Poets who ferment metaphors until the taste
intoxicates the senses!
Undine: Now then. Theodore, you lived for decades without a
woman. Your soul is like a forest still
caught in winter, where snow still camps in the center.
Undine: (to Theodore) Drink
in this wine with your ears.
(singing)
Peace
like a river
Peace
like the sea of stars on fire
Peace
like a heart that loves forever
Peace
like a harp
Whose
strings sing
Of our deepest dreams and longings.
Now
listen carefully and follow my lead.
You are
on a beach. The crescent moon is in the sky.
The tides once high are now withdrawing following the setting moon. And as the tide is pulled away toward the
opposite side of the world, let yourself go. You too are pulled toward your
opposite flowing in harmony with nature like a wind driven wave, like water
sinking down with the undertow into a dark place where the sun is unable to go.
Just
let go. There is nothing to know. Only a feeling to follow.
Now
flow with me down a river that runs free.
The trees on the side pass you by but you take no note. You just let go and float.
Spread
your arms and fingers out to your sides.
Breathe deep. Exhale. Feel your toes.
Now
travel with me far out to sea. The water
is calm, mirror like, and still but warm.
The air is cold. A mist rises
upon the water, stirring, like curtains, like the Northern Lights reflected in
the form of moisture, dancing, wild, playful, free, to mingle and merge and now
to rise in the air into the sky without thought or design.
You
follow with your mind tasting this liquid dewy trail, ascending the moisture
gathers together as clouds in the air.
Your
body is now the cloud riding upon the wind, circling within itself, shape
shifting, shape changing without end free to dream any dream.
And now
you travel to an island whose cliffs are thousands of feet high, your cloud
rises toward their height, caressing them, penetrating the trees with your
sweet songs and melodies.
Their
leaves catch your drops and you are now rain falling down and fog lifting up,
moist, wet, tears of joy, tears of pain, they are the same in these cool
luminous heights.
You
find your way among the cliffs that give birth to streams. You become the water
surging and flowing, into these pools, into these falls, you hear the sounds,
the water splashing down, the bubbles beneath the surface moving around.
Here in
this first pool you take your rest. Your time has been well spent for you are
at last content. You feel pure, clear,
as open and receptive as anything that is truly feminine. The liquid water shining here is a love that
unites the earth and the sky.
But contentment does not imply inaction. You
flow on daring to discover the path of life unfolding.
Around,
over, and beneath rocks, seeping beneath the sand, you travel on. Winding, serpentine, slow and then fast, deep
and shallow, wide and narrow, it makes no difference—you are the feminine
essence free to assume any identity without attachment holding you back.
Streams
gather together, you become a river.
Strong, passionate, feel that power driving you on.
Until
you meet the sea, a place of limitless dreams where like one falling asleep or
another one waking to a new beginning, you travel on.
And
here you become the sea stretching out your limbs from the shores of one continent
to another.
The
waves, the tides and currents, the icy pole, the depths—this is who you are.
And
here take again your rest. For a while. The
stars above sing to you for you are their lover. And the sun and moon rise for you—for you are
their sister.
And
again on and on forever, the mist rises from the surface, moisture ascending into the sky, the entire
circle of ocean, moisture, cloud, wind,
rain, stream, falls, river, traveling to the sea, within this circle you have
learned to be free of form identification, you are water and its feminine
mystery.
This
watery magnetism now follow through your body
ascending into your brain and circling again through every cell in your
body. Feel this magnetism as a universal
principle that reflects and captures in its heart the light of the universe and
renews all things, as dawn is to night so this flow of love within you grants
new life.
Thank
you all for giving me a time and place where my voice can be heard and my words
spoken aloud outside the boundaries of the realm where I reign.
Well, Theodore How was that for you?
Dylan:
Was it as good as sex?
Theodore
(ignoring Dylan): I only wish that when I was alive such beauty might have been
my guide. I feel this magnetism flow
through my spine and heart and lungs and kidneys and it sits on my tongue, it
is in eyes, my breath. I feel the
undine’s magic. And with it now I know I
shall sleep and find a greater rest.
Well, Dr. Profundus. I see you have made a contribution at last to
our conversation.
Dr. Profundus (waxing poetic): The softness of a woman’s skin
is like a love that flows without end, through all of nature it rides, and the
universe and galaxies are within its currents and tides.
Undine:
Oh, one last thing before I go.
Yes.
Undine:
Pick up the phone. You’re listeners will
want to hear the next caller’s story. He
is an old friend of yours.
Thank you. (the undine vanishes though a shiny, luminous blue green
light remains in the Magic Mirror).
(picking up the phone)
Hello. You are live and on the air. To whom am I speaking?
Allan:
This is Bhakti Vajra.
I don’t believe I know anyone of that
name. Where are you from?
Alan:
Grosse Pointe in
Alan? Is that you Alan?
Alan:
It’s me.
I read in the newspaper how you were
awarded a metal in
Alan:
Actually after the war I had a shrimp boat that went bust. Then I ended up in the
No foolin. Hey, weren’t you planning to become an
Eastern Orthodox priest back in High School?
Alan: I
got distracted when I was drafted.
Do you have something
you want to add to tonight’s program?
Alan:
Well, I will tell you. I am cuddling a
woman right this moment and I thought I would share with you my experiences with
the magnetic fluid you magicians seem to be obsessed with.
Sounds great but don’t you Zen types take
a vow of celibacy? I think I had better
ask so the listeners can get that out of the way up front.
Alan:
It is a fact I have been celibate for sixteen years but my vow does not
preclude me from cuddling a woman.
(with doubt in
his voice)
I believe I understand. Your contribution then?
Alan:
Well, first off I just want to say that there is so much going on in the touch
of her skin pressed against me that my mind can barely begin to describe
it. We are “spooning,” her back to my front and just her
butt against my hips—its like that movie about John Malchovitch—you
know the one where there is a tunnel that leads into his mind?
Well, the touch of her hips pressed
against me, it is like there is a tunnel that leads directly into the Bank of
England where they keep the gold. Not
that I am interested in gold. I am not.
But it feels like the wealth is beyond compare.
Everything I could ever want is hidden here and available to me whenever
I wish. And that is just her hips.
The way she responds to my touch—anywhere I
place my hand. It is like a subliminal
vibration, a subconscious interaction, a sensual dance in which she follows my
lead but amplifies the sensation through her reaction.
So the cuddling is working out for you
even though there is no movement toward sex?
Let me
be specific. The feminine essence Dr. Profundus
objected to in Dr. Gendlin’s focusing with Steve—well
my brain is saturated with the woman’s feminine beauty—the magnetic fluid is
cool, soothing, gentle, rhythmic, receptive, yielding, and above all else—it is
healing—it enfolds my entire body with tender affection and serene
satisfaction.
So you say that your brain is full of her
feminine essence and that even more it changes the way you experience your
body? You think it will stay or drain
away in an hour or a day?
Well,
that is the very question I am now asking myself.
And what is your answer?
I think
there might be a way to find it again. I
mean, I tried to follow the undine’s meditation but that was too general. This
particular female energy in my brain has its own watery imagery—it is like
having my body, except for my head, immersed in a small pool in a stream
flowing through a forest valley. The
bubby water flows all over me and all my cares are gone. There is no thinking going on.
Actually, the only feeling of my body is
the splashing laughter of the water which has taken possession of me. So my brain quite naturally can only register
neurological activity that is in harmony with the yielding receptive receiving
and sweet taste of water.
(there is a cry—cackling, cawing sound)
What’s that noise Alan in the background?
Oh, we are
on a beach, you know,
You know Alan, this doesn’t sound like
your every day kind of cuddling that goes on between a man and a woman. What am I missing here?
Right, right. I was gong to ask you
about that. I think this woman is a
“changeling”—as a new born, it is my suspicion that the mermaids stole the
human child and replaced her with an undine as an infant in human form. So she possesses the body of a woman as she
grew up, but her souls retains the vibration and sensitivity of the element of
water to which she is forever joined from the very depths of her soul.
I have heard of changelings, but never of
an undine-human trade. This kind of
exchange is something altogether different from what our folk tales have
prepared us for. Have you any idea why
this might have occurred?
Well,
it could be that the boundaries separating our different realms and evolutions
are dissolving. Perhaps now the human
race is ready to embrace such fable like beauty that the sea contains. Within nature are beings with intelligence
who want to play a part in human history just as you magicians must in your
training enter their realms to master their mystery and magic.
Alan, that
is a very generous way of putting it. You know you always were lucky with
women. I couldn’t help but being jealous
of you back in high school. So it
doesn’t surprise me you’ve found such a treasure. So what first tipped you off that she was an
undine?
It was
her hands. When I first touched them I
said to my self, “This is not a human being.”
So what were her hands like?
It was
like holding a woman’s hands when her hands have been in cold water for a half
hour.
How interesting. So tell me, what is it
like being loved by an undine? I mean I always wondered about that. Can you share with me a little of your first
hand experience?
She
doesn’t seem to understand human society.
She doesn’t understand the rules we live by. Personal boundaries—she always gets confused
by that. And she is sometimes afraid
when she does not need to be but she still shines like a comet.
Yeah, but I am asking how she has changed
you. I would assume she is very magnetic, kind of like a woman whose blood
stream is pure estrogen.
Let me
put it this way: when she holds me in her heart the way lovers do—it is not
just cool energy in my brain throwing me into a state of total relaxation.
There is a constellation of feelings like floating free in an indigo sea of
weightless water with waves of blue green undulating in and around me.
I can feel precisely the feeling of a seed
the instant it penetrates a woman’s ovum
and equally when the fertilized egg begins dividing—in DNA, the wings of the
winds, tongues of fire, and the diamond light of Dawn all ignite within one
song.
There is being nourished in a womb,
suspended, sheltered, and protected. There is the satiating taste of a woman’s
breasts as an infant; there is the beauty of a universe of
wonder and love around me arrayed as I come of age. There is that look
in the eyes of a woman who would die for me because she loves me more than
life. There is the feeling of rapture in knowing that over the course of my
life I have fulfilled my greatest quest which her inspiration granted me in a
vision.
There is the feeling of when I die—as I
pass over—that her love is my guide to the other side. That our love for each
other was exactly what a guardian angel would have wished to have accomplished
through us. It is a love that has no end, that discovers and rediscovers itself in new ways again
and again.
All of these things, from seed to perfected
dream with all the transitions thrown in and healed and reaching
completion—this is what it is like to be loved by an undine.
I guess that is a whole lot more than
feminine energy filling up a man’s brain with relaxing endorphins as you
said. I imagine if we could join part of
the heart of the Dalai Lama with Christ’s we would have the kind if love you seem
be holding this moment in your arms—a revelation of love and compassion with
the beauty of nature entwined. It is a
kind of divine chemistry in a union that is heart to heart. As they say: nature, human, and divine all
around us lie if we can just find the key to unlock
the mystery.
Dylan: Ask him again about sex.
Sappho: Yes, how can anyone taste the kind of union and inner connection
he is describing without the sweat, heat, and tension that, in reaching a
height like a wave, finally breaks in release?
Alan, they want to know more about
sex. Are you going to have sex at some
point with this woman or not? I know you
used that word celibacy but reality is sometimes known for its
spontaneity. The question is, Would you if you could?
Alan: OK.
Here is the deal. I am finding
that in each moment right now I feel like I just had sex with her in the
previous moment—my body feels that satisfied.
I feel that I just took her, ravished her, possessed her, had her in
every way I could possible want her or imagine—but without any hint or trace of
the actual craving or control that initiates foreplay.
You understand? There is no
aggression or need for possession. This
magnetic, feminine, skin to skin embrace is utterly satisfying to the point of
being ecstatic—the sex between us is something that takes place inside of us
and it doesn’t seem to have an end in sight.
This is my report and I will testify to this under oath in court.
Listen Alan, we are going to be following
your relationship with great interest.
Hope to hear from you soon.
This is the Magic
Universities’ live talk show radio signing off and to all I wish a good night.
__________________________________________
Later that Night
But later that night during the usual
“after talk show party” up in the Hollywood Hills, a young woman and a magician
are sitting down on a bench in a garden next to a fountain over looking the
city lights below. Fifty feet away in
the house, faint sounds occasionally drift through the air from a CD playing,
“She was looking so right with her ….”
Young Woman: I read the words you quoted
from an undine: “There is a peace in the soul as deep as the ocean, as flowing as
water, as still and clear as a mirror, and as vast as the starry night.” I wish to find this peace within myself. Will you help me do this now?
(the magician
thinking silently, “How could I live with myself if I refused such a
request?”)
Magician: As you wish, I will do my best.
(taking her hands
into his)
Magician:
Understand, young woman, I am only revealing to you the ecstatic delight that
exists within the sensation of touch--the magnetic embrace that water
reveals.
Follow my lead. I will show you that right now, within your
soul, the stars and the Milky Way are already clearly reflected. You shall know in your soul complete freedom.
(taking a silver cup—after all, this magician is not a
complete idiot; every magician who walks out into a garden with a young woman
has backup—in this case, he had previously planted a silver cup beneath the
bench for just such an occasion)
Magician: (filling the cup with water from the
fountain) Take this cup into your hands.
Now be still. Relax. Feel the touch of the silver on your skin and
the moonlight—feel it also, its soft caress on your arms and shoulders.
Now feel my hands around your own as we
hold the cup together. Take a deep
breath. Exhale. Now feel you are this cup and this
water. Nothing else is in your
mind. You are free of all
distractions. Take your time. Feel this cool water inside yourself.
The water—this water is now you. And this water vibrates with all the water
upon this, the third planet from our sun.
This water is calm, serene, still, relaxed, and at peace. The very depths of the sea are within you in
this moment.
The flowing streams, the rivers, the icy
poles, the waves of all the seas, they are all flowing through and within and
are a part of you. The circle of the
earth, the vast expanse of ocean from horizon to and over horizon around the
globe: you are this vast body of water and this water is within your soul.
Gaze at the stars reflected in the
water. Sense that the reflective power
of water is now your own. The star light is sinking into your depths. The pure essence of all the stars shines down
upon you. Their light and their songs
are within you
Open your heart. Feel the moonlight flowing down upon you,
anointing you. Feel the moonlight
flowing down upon the whole earth. Open
yourself. This light is flowing through
you—soft, shining, luminous, cool, soothing, full of dreams and visions. It
guides us in our sleep and it joins us to all that we can ever want.
Gaze again upon this cup. Water is so open and reflective, so deep and
at peace, it contains all the feelings of every heart within itself. It holds the mystery of our opposite. The universe moves around the mysteries of
the heart. Past, present, future—they
are all contained and revealed in this moment of pure stillness. Feel that this water is the purity of your
love and that your love embraces the whole world.
In this cup are my love and your love
also. In this cup, the separations of
space and time are overcome. Here is the
feeling of what it is like to finally come home. Here you have the wealth of soul to embrace
all of life with tenderness.
Within this cup and this water is a love
that flows without beginning or end. The
universe has been created with its stars and galaxies to give us a taste of the
delight that is hidden within all of life.
Within the depths of water, its liquid embrace, are
the fulfillment of every desire—the oneness of life, the stars and the sky
above us, the depths of the seas that gave birth to life, the stillness in this
moment is within your own heart—
Take this cup now and drink from it, drink
into yourself the love that embraces the universe and that makes us all one
with each other without separation ….taste the water in your mouth; go with it
as it sinks down; stay with it as it is absorbed into every cell in your body.
The waters of life flow through your body.
The beauty of the universe is within and a part of your soul.
(taking the cup and setting it down; taking her hands into
his)
And now
do you have what you asked me for? A peace as deep as the ocean, as flowing as water, as still and
clear as a mirror, and as vast as the starry night?
(she stares into
his eyes for several minutes without speaking)
Young Woman: Can you sit with me for a
while? I want to be able to share this
beauty with another person without speaking.
Magician: Of course.
(they sit for an
hour together even after the moon sets)
____________________________________
A Few Days Later
[Alan]
(brrinnng,
brrinnng—sound of phone ringing at the
Volunteer Phone Operator: Hello.
Alan: Hi, is the mage free to speak on the
phone?
Volunteer Phone Operator: Who is calling?
Alan:
Its Alan. I was on the last live talk radio
show.
Volunteer Phone Operator: Oh. You want the
talk show mage. Just a moment. I
will page him.
(a few minutes
later)
Mage: Hi Alan. What’s up?
Alan: I had a question about the energy
exchange occurring between myself and this young woman I spoke about on the
show.
Mage: New things happening?
Alan: Yes.
I am running into some pain.
Mage:
You know, Alan. The Department of
Spiritual Anthropology here at the
(call being
transferred)
Elaina: Hello Alan. Tell me
what’s going on.
Alan: Hi Elaina. A few days ago I was explaining to the talk
radio show about my experience with a woman who I thought was an undine in
human form.
Elaina; Do you still think she is an undine?
Alan: No, I don’t. I think one of her spirit guides might be an
undine. It steps in during moments of
crisis or opportunity and helps her out.
Elaina: She’s not a silke,
huh? Changes from a
woman into a seal when she enters water?
Alan: Your
joking, right? No, I have seen her in the shower and there is no seal anywhere
to be seen—no flippers, no scales between her fingers, nothing.
Elaina: OK Alan. But you know, there are other ways undines can enter human woman. Has she had any kind of serious physical
trauma recently?
Alan: Why yes. She was mugged the other day and may have
briefly lost consciousness during the struggle.
Elaina: It is hypothetically
possible that an undine can take over the human woman’s body and memories if in
fact the woman’s soul was about to depart.
Do you think that is what might have happened? The mage just text messaged me the
information that you noticed that her hands were those of an undine.
Alan: Yeah. I did say that. But I have been checking regularly now and
her hands seem completely human. She
just possesses a fabulous capacity to love.
Elaina: And you sense that in her hands?
Alan:
Oh yes. It is absolutely
unmistakable. She has some sort of great
gift when it comes to expressing feeling through her hands.
Elaina: But she is not an undine?
Alan: No.
Like I said, she has a powerful connection to undines and maybe to other
nature spirits as well. I will keep you
posted.
Elaina: So you have a question?
Alan: Yes.
We were cuddling today as we often do.
And I had my hands on her butt.
Elaina: Sounds like great fun. Is
that all you were doing?
Alan: That was all we were doing. Believe me.
Anyway, out of the blue I started feeling these discharges of electrical
energy, kind of like little, tiny bursts of electrical sparks arcing between my
hands and her skin.
Elaina: I understand. Go on.
Alan: As this was happening, when I closed
my eyes I saw a thunderstorm going on around me. There were continuous lightning strikes
flashing between the clouds and sea back and forth.
Elaina: So?
Alan: This was very uncomfortable. Even painful. For a time I became the lightning in my
mind. It is a very lonely experience
burning so hot and bursting, exploding—there was no love within it, no feeling
of connection; just desire and hunger without a hint of union.
Elaina: And other than the imagery what were you experiencing in your
body?
Alan: It was what you guys described in
one of your meditations on thunderstorms: little muscle spasms occurring all
though my body, like a seizure was going on but not so violent; but it was not
pleasurable. Nothing
erotic about it. Just pure violent spasms in the muscles and internal organs in
microsecond bursts going on and on.
(whisper in the
background: “Ask him why his Zen practice didn’t help out.”)
Elaina: So what about your work with Zen? As I understand it, Zen ignores all
subjective phenomena in the individual relating to personal feelings such as
desire and wanting. Why didn’t you just
refocus your mind and short circuit the whole process?
Alan: Yeah, well, I can do that. I can ignore all this stuff. But you know what? I am an American and not
Vietnamese or Japanese or Korean. I was
not raised in a feudal society where the repression of the individual is the
norm. In my world, the individual takes
responsibility by understanding what’s going on both inside of himself and
around himself. The two often have a
close connection.
Elaina: So, you want to understand why this electricity jumping between
your body and hers doesn’t translate into a feeling of intimacy? Is that it?
Alan: Yes, exactly.
Elaina: As you must know, I could never give you an answer to your
question because you already know the answer on some level inside
yourself. Anything I say would not feel right
because it was produced by my thoughts and not your own process of
self-discovery.
But I will try to facilitate you to whatever extent I can.
Alan: Sure. Go ahead.
Elaina: I imagine that this woman has a surcharge of electrical energy,
nervous energy, all though her body due to the mugging. That residue of stress by itself could
explain why there is a noticeable amount of electricity radiating from her
body. But is she there now?
Alan:
Just a moment. OK. If you are asking if I can reproduce the
electrical exchange of energy between my hand and her butt right now, yes, she
is right here next to me and it is still just as shocking in electrical terms
as it was before.
Elaina: Actually, there are a
great many kinds of phenomena that occur between partners who are close to each
other. Why one time I felt this
incredible increase in my body temperature, it was really quite orgasmic, just
by sitting back to back with a man I knew.
But that was not electrical. It
was a surge of kundalini ascending up my spine and
back. Boy was that something. I never got a chance to explore that. So I am really glad you are taking the time
to talk with us about this. We are
always encouraging young lovers to keep notes on their psychic connections and
they just don’t have the discipline or curiosity to do it.
Alan: Yeah, I am happy to talk about
this. So go on.
Elaina: You notice the electrical burst between your hand and her skin
right now?
Alan: Yes.
Elaina: I take it that the problem is that you are emitting a sharp,
intense masculine voltage but you are not experiencing an equal return to you
of her feminine essence. This leaves you
feeling a loss of intimacy. Now I can
sense both of your auras right now and I have to ask you something Alan.
Alan: Go ahead.
Elaina: Does this young woman have a problem conveying to people in
general a feeling of friendship and warmth?
There seems to be a different kind of social interaction as well as an
unusual energy configuration she possesses.
Alan: To put it simply, I feel very close
to her. But actually if I didn’t know
her so well I would have to say that I never know in any moment how she is
going to respond to me. She is like the
wind. She is like water. You can touch it and do things with it which
are nurturing, satisfying, and seemingly intimate but the elements by
themselves are completely impersonal and so is she. She just does not have the faintest clue when
it comes to communicating to another person that there is a personal bond or
connection with them.
Elaina: Hum. OK. I imagine you can observe this in her
demeanor?
Alan: There are countless ways she
maintains eye contact. They are never
the same. Her touch is profound but you
can never track it down. One minute she
is depressed and a minute later she is exhilarated but she is not bipolar. She is perfectly free and able to talk
endlessly about what she is feeling and why and she then changes her mood when
she wants to in the way she wants to.
She has the widest range of emotional reactions I have ever witnessed in
a human being.
Elaina: That clarifies why you feel you are within an electrical storm
sometimes when you are with her—she takes on an opposite polarity to you on a
deep, subconscious level and naturally, like a cloud with one charge and the
sea with another. The tension builds
until there is sufficient opposite masculine and feminine polarities and then a
violent charge of energy flashes between your bodies.
Let’s work with it like this. I
want you to put your mind inside of her body.
Do you know anything about this?
Alan: I’m all ears—go ahead and walk me
through it.
Elaina: OK. Just use your
imagination and imagine you are her—her body is your body and you are within
her and no longer you. Become her and
everything she is and what you know about her.
But go beyond that. Become her so
that her subconscious, her unconscious, her soul and spirit are free to be
within you completely all at the same time.
Go ahead. Get a feel for what it
is like to be inside of a woman’s body.
It is no big deal. This is just
another kind of intimacy or empathy, a spiritual kind of sex so to speak, a
simple exercise in transference of consciousness. Trust me.
She will enjoy the process.
Alan: OK. I am inside of her. What am I looking for?
Elaina: I want you to sense the electrical energy you are emitting into
her body and what her response is to it.
Normally, woman when they feel intense energy respond in a way any guy
can tell—either she likes your touch or she doesn’t or she is faking it. But from what you tell me about her, there is
something going on here and you just have to sink down inside of her to find
out what it is.
Alan: You already know what it is, don’t
you?
Elaina: Alan, I am professional empath. I can tell you what anyone on earth is feeling
right now if I make an effort. But that
information would be absolutely worthless to you. This is about your connection and feeling of
intimacy with this woman. It is not
about my magically trained intuition.
You get the picture?
Alan: Yeah, yeah, OK. I am sinking down into her asking myself what
her response is to my little microburst of electricity jabbing her butt.
Elaina: And?
Alan: Alright. She is mildly aroused which is not saying
much because she can be mildly aroused by the way the sun shines down between
the leaves of a tree or the way the wind stirs the curtains of her window. And she likes music—she has wall to wall CDs
on ten shelves. But I know what you are
going to say. Wait. Wait.
OK. Here it is. She is broadcasting on a very
deep level of her body and psyche a sensation and an
image.
Elaina: Go on.
Alan: It is flowing water as in an
underground stream. It is an underground
stream because you can never sense an underground stream even when you are
standing directly above it. It is that
deep in the unconscious.
This watery sensation is purifying, cool, its nurturing; it feels
absolutely free like it goes on for miles and miles without any constriction or
inhibition. It has waterfalls and still
pools. It is shallow and it is
deep. It is so alive you can feel
animated and rejuvenated just by its touch and yet it is able to be completely
solitary, silent, without any concern for the outer world.
So I see what is going on with her.
This stream is flowing through me in this moment. But she transmits this energy to everyone
around her automatically. Most can not
sense it in any way. If they do, they
feel it only as something very strange occurring, a kind of impersonal and yet
incredibly intimate exchange of energy with her and they just don’t have a clue
as to why they feel as they do.
So I take it my electrical sensations are a result of this feminine kind
of stream flowing through her and into me.
It is a natural polar exchange.
My masculinity heightens and strengthens her femininity.
I
just wasn’t aware that it ran this deep.
This is why I have always felt this uncanny connection to her on some
level even when there was no social exchange.
And it is why it is so absolutely frustrating at times to know her
because she is as independent and utterly distant as that stream beneath the
ground that moves around and you aren’t even aware of it.
Elaina: Well, Alan, I think you just have given us a new image for
meditating on water for those who are interested in developing the magnetic
fluid in themselves.
The image of an underground stream was not on our official list of
mediations involving watery, magnetic images.
Alan: But you could sense this going on
all along, couldn’t you?
Elaina: Alan, we all have a great
many levels to our consciousness and I am going to give you a little tip: this
woman has a whole lot more going on inside of her which I am sure you are going
to discover on your own very soon. But
yes, this kind of broadcasting of psychic energy on an unconscious level is
actually not that unusual for famous performing artists. Does she work with crowds in any way?
Alan: Yes. She is a lead singer in a rock
band as a hobby.
Elaina: Well, that figures. She probably finds it very easy to captivate
the attention of a crowd. In that
situation the energy she conveys on a psychic level can turn into a flashflood
of emotions exploding through the crowd as it pulsates with the beat of the
music.
But being aware of her watery energy flowing through you as you now are
allows you to experience what very few men will ever find in themselves—what it
is like to be joined to a woman from within.
Congratulations Alan. No doubt you quality for
membership in that great spiritual community of magicians on earth who are the
servants of Divine Providence.
Their motto is, “Heart to heart, soul to soul—one unending flow: a
journey through darkness and light encompassing death and life in search of
this treasure for which we unite: to serve the purposes of love.”
Membership requires establishing an inner connection to every other
member. But this must first begin as a
personal experience and with this woman you have passed the first step of
initiation.
Alan: (laughing) You
are telling me that my experience of feeling pain from having my hands on a
woman’s bare butt leads to a spiritual community where there is a direct
conscious link between every member?
Elaina: It is not just conscious, Alan.
It is link of life force, feeling, soul, mental illumination, and spirit
and there is no limit to it. It is a
community here on earth that is a reflection of Divine Providence--the sharing
of light and love is infinite. And the
joy….well, I best not speak of these things further at this time.
Alan: This first initiation is what again?
Elaina: To become one with another person …. in
a way that is permanent whether you are physically with her or not.
Alan: I’ll keep all that in the back of my
mind. I am having enough trouble just
getting through each day with this woman in my life. We all have to live within our own limits,
right?
Elaina: Well spoken, Alan. Hope
to hear from you again. And if you are
ever over in
Alan: I will look forward to meeting you
in real life.
Elaina: Oh, Alan?
Alan: Yes?
Elaina: Alan, before you go, tell me in your own words what it is like
to touch a woman, won’t you?
Alan: (waxing poetic—[it must be the
telepathic incense they burn]):
The feeling of a woman
Is like a pool flowing beneath a mountain:
No sun dawns
No moon rises
Yet the water is luminous,
Cool, soft, soothing
Amid transparent light, silence dancing:
The taste of love a secret sharing heart to heart.
Some will die without having felt this touch
Some hearts will harden, turning bitter, dry, and cold
Because the memory has grown old.
But for me, within the kingdom of this moment--
The waters of my heart
Flow cool, soft, and full of luminous dreams
Dancing silently in this night
Overflowing with love.
Elaina: Nice poem Alan.
Alan: Thank you. I don’t where it came from. Just popped into my mind.
Elaina: There is something odd about this ….
Alan: What’s that?
Elaina: Are you still with this young lady?
Alan: Yes, I am.
Elaina: I want you to turn around so the two of you are cuddling facing
each other. You ever hear of the Du Mur and Ren
Mur meridians?
Alan: No.
Elaina: The energy in one runs up the back and the energy in the other
runs up the front of the body. If you
unite the two they form one circle that flows up the back and down the front of
the body called the Microcosmic Orbit or the Greater Heavenly Cycle. When you cuddle the front of your body to her
back the energy is forced deep inside you thus the imagery of an underground
stream.
If you cuddle facing each other, the two of you have your meridians
running in the same direction. Try
it. See how it feels-- if it is
different or the same.
(changing
positions and after a minute or two)
Alan: Yeah. I feel this waterfall running down the front
of my body. If I focus on it, I become
the waterfall. In my mind, this falls is
about a hundred feet high and I am the water of a stream at the top moving
along. And I pass over and fall through
space. I am all the drops and the light
flashing through them with the colors of the rainbow on display.
Weightless I fall. I am the moisture in the air and the thin
mist that rises up around the waterfall lifting on the wind and taking on
countless shapes. There are eddies in
the air from the falling water.
And
I am the splashing water in a mountain pool—the bubbles sinking down and rising
up. And the ripples and waves spreading
out upon the surface. I am the sound of
the water coming down, the reverberating, murmuring,
soft, surging roar. And I am the currents
in the pool circling around and then running off downstream while I also remain
the entire pool that sits serene meditating as if in a dream. I am all these things at once passing not
inside but down the front of my body.
You know I am noticing: water is perfectly obedient to the law of
gravity. It is absolutely submissive in
adapting to fit into its circumstances.
But with a little change in temperature, absorbing or releasing its
heat, it expands and rises to the surface as ice. Or it evaporates filling the air with
moisture or rising higher to form a cloud.
Water is incredibly clever. It
gets to where it wants to go and all it does is flow.
Elaina: Thank you Alan. We will
have to add this description also to our image catalogue on water
meditations. Western civilization, well
the whole planet in fact, has had the greatest problem because energy flows
upward into peoples’ heads. But then the
energy gets stuck. Individuals are
caught up in their ideas that are void of feeling or else they go off into
spiritual realizations that lose all connection to reality. But your water fall image and its energy brings the flow from out of the head and down again so that
the body and soul remain healthy, alive, and animated.
Alan, I have to ask you with all this watery imagery you are running
into if you are ready to reconsider if this woman’s soul might in some way be
joined to the kingdom of the mermaids and not just through some sort of psychic
connection.
Alan: At this moment, I have absolutely no
idea. Maybe she is just bringing out my
own latent ties to the water element. I
will get in touch with you if something new comes up.
Elaina: I take it you have spent some time out in nature.
Alan:
Yes. I been to Chaco Canyon, the
Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Joshua Tree National Forest, Yosemite,
Sedona, Saguaro Cactus National
Monument, Lake Titicaca, various deserts, mountains, plateaus, you know, I have been lost in all those places.
Elaina: You mean physically or
spiritually lost?
Alan: Sometimes both.
Elaina: You want to try one more thing?
Alan: Sure. We are ready to go.
Elaina: Try sitting back to back
with your girlfriend. Tell me how that
energy feels for you.
(changing
positions again and after about two minutes)
Alan: Hum.
This is very quiet. I feel like I
floating in a lake in a cave beneath a mountain. It is very dark and the water is very still
and deep and cold.
Elaina: OK. Stay
with that a moment.
Alan:
Ah, its shifting. Now it feels like I am in the depths of the
sea, at the bottom of an ocean trench.
It is also very dark but much deeper and the water is heavy. This is very silent and still. But now this is changing also.
I
see myself in outer space looking back at the earth from about a third of the
way to the moon. I seem to have a new
sense perception as if I can feel gravity.
I feel the gravitational pull between the moon and the earth and also
between the earth and the sun holding them in their orbits. It is like the moon, the earth, and the sun’s
movements are flowing like a river or caught in the currents of an ocean. The gravity is just another form of
magnetism, another kind of attraction.
Elaina: So what is happening now?
Alan: You know it is kind of all three at once—the
lake in a gigantic cave, the ocean trench, and being in outer space. Except now I can sense the whole solar
system. I feel all the planets’
gravitational attraction to each other.
Well, I guess you would have to say that the energy between this girl’s
back and my own is at least as deep as the forces of attraction hidden within
matter. It has a cosmic dimension.
Elaina: This all sounds very unusual.
I am sure any two partners will have their own experiences with the
various kinds of energy flowing within their relationship as their bodies
touch. But tell me, Alan, with the kind
of sensory perception you are experiencing, do you feel you can sense what is
going on beneath you in the ground?
Alan:
Hey, look at that! It is like I
can feel the
I
don’t know what to make of all of this.
I never ran into anything like this before. It probably explains though why I like to be
out in nature under the stars. I don’t
just see the stars. I feel their
attraction with my skin.
Elaina: This reminds me of a poem I once read.
Alan:
Sure, go ahead. You aren’t going
to get any metaphors out of me to describe how any of this has anything
whatsoever to do with the feeling of a woman.
The force of gravity just doesn’t cut it when it comes to expressing
intimacy. Gravity is way too much like
the vibe of Saturn.
Elaina: Well, try this Alan:
To My Beloved
When the stream falls asleep and dreams of rain
When the mountain forgets its mass and weight
Its cliffs towering
It roots running deep
And walks among the stars
Listening to their songs in the night--
I sit against a redwood tree a thousand years old
The smell of the forest drowsy in my bloodstream.
I sit within a circle
My back to a stone placed five thousand years ago
I reach back with my palms
And feel its tough endurance
The lichens clinging to its rough surface
The stone rests so comfortably
Within a quiet peace
Its pulse throbs faintly
To the temperature changes of day and night
The seasons, the ages, the eons,
It still holds conversations with other times.
I dream with the stream, the mountain, the tree, the stone
Till I awake within your heart to discover--
For this purpose was I created:
To love you
And to celebrate together
The stars giving birth to light
The dark womb giving birth to the stars
I am no longer alone.
The gust of wind
Its ebb and flow
Holding its breath and letting go,
The waves of ancient seas
Memories sinking down
Into limestone
Metamorphic and igneous rock
Outcrops twisting and blending,
Driven by the winds of time--
These transformations, as are my own,
Are woven into one Song
In the silence of the night
By the beauty within your heart.
Alan: The transformations of igneous rock,
the tectonic plates, the earth as it moves among the stars—the beauty of nature
around passes through our hearts. Yeah,
I can feel that. It is good to have
someone to share this stuff with. I
would go bonkers if I couldn’t. Nice to
talk to a spiritual anthropologist at the
Elaina: Goodnight Alan.
Alan: Goodnight Elaina.
_____________________________________________________
(Another Night, Another Show)
[Week Two]
[Father Zelestial]
Hello. Who is on the phone?
This is Father Zelestial (abbreviated FZ) and I am calling from a most
secret room hidden in the bowels of the Vatican Library.
What? You doing research for a
new movie? Some sort of cover up
in Catholic history involving scandal, sex, and secret progeny? Shouldn’t you be on the phone to Warner
Brothers or
FZ: No, no. Nothing like that. Please.
Don’t get me wrong. But I have
the ability in spite of being a Catholic priest to pick up all three of the
frequencies upon which you are broadcasting from the
Really. I haven’t mention to our listeners yet about
the depth of our transmissions. Why,
only a very few know from experience that we broadcast not just telepathically but
with astral enhancement and full akashic definition
and recollection.
So why are you calling?
FZ: What do you think of Jeremiah II, that supposedly apocryphal
writing in the Vatican Library? It is
part of that ancient manuscript called, Dialogues
with God. The ancient Prophet
Jeremiah complained so much and so long to God that God decided to grant him an
interview.
No, really?
I haven’t heard about this manuscript.
(assistant handing information card to mage)
My
assistant has your background information here.
Let’s see—you are a Carmelite priest under a vow of poverty with a slush
fund nonetheless, and you are a professor of ancient history. You read Sumerian, Hittite, Egyptian,
Persian, Classical Greek, Hebrew, Aramaic, not to mention Latin, etc. And now you are in the Vatican Archives.
So how does this manuscript relate to our
topic?
FZ: Why I was certain from
listening to your radio show that you must have your own copy of Jeremiah II. You pursue the exact same line of questioning
as God in His interrogation of Jeremiah’s motivation.
No. Really. I admit
nothing. I mean, assume I know
nothing. How did you come by this
manuscript again?
FZ: According to the records,
a Magi doing research on fixed and moving stars at the Library of Alexandria
rescued it just before fire destroyed the Library. It was the only copy that had survived the
Babylonian captivity. The Magi later
gave it to a centurion, a man of great faith in
The centurion later handed it to Ovid in
Later on Attila the Hun picked it up in the
fifth century and gave it to Pope Leo.
Pope Leo apparently wanted to destroy it except he didn’t want to risk
incurring the wrath of God. And so the
manuscript has remained sealed away in these secret archives for fifteen
hundred years.
Well, that
is quite a story. What is this line of
questioning you referred to?
FZ: It has to do with divine
and natural revelation.
Nice. Now,
Father Zelestial, I have to ask you if you think it
is safe for you to be talking with us about this topic? I mean, I imagine the Catholic Church, well, even the
FZ: Trust me on this.
Christians are the last ones on earth who are going to worry about God’s will
or the purposes God wishes to fulfill on earth.
And right now they are too busy with their scandals and court ordered
judgments or else with their political rallies over original design, a doctrine
they made up and promoted for the sake of furthering their political power.
Read us a little won’t you?
FZ: Yes, here, Jeremiah II, Chapter 1, verse 1, I quote
and this is God speaking to Jeremiah:
Don’t
complain to Me that I am absent, long gone, or that I
am remiss in taking an interest in your activities.
Hast thou
forgotten? Have you fool no memory? A thousand years for Me
is but a watch in the night. Morning has
not yet come and I AM not yet done.
What
mortal dare suggest that I be charged with dereliction of duty when it comes to
fulfilling My Covenant or maintaining my sovereignty over history?
(God’s laughter)
Where is
the prosecutor with the evidence to indict Me for the
laws I create and deliver through my prophets?
Where is the jury with the neutrality to
deliberate motive and opportunity regarding human fate and destiny?
(more laughter)
Where is
the judge who understands case and precedent so he could judge Me, I who hold
in the palms of My hands galaxies beyond number?
I require
only one more or less righteous man one hour a day for forty-five years and I
will place into his hands the exact hour of the life span of any dictator on
earth. Such is the degree to which I
openly share My power with humanity.
One hour
a day meditate on the wonders that are around you arrayed and every other soul
on earth—its depth, its breadth, it essence, the life within it and the nature
of its power—it shall be revealed to you with perfect clarity.
How can
you say, suggest, or imply for a moment, for an instant, that I AM not fully
present and ready, willing, and able to work side by side with you in
establishing justice upon the earth?
You think
that I jest? That I AM a stand up
comedian with an audience I have failed to inform that it is OK to laugh at My jokes?
I Am not done. Half of
all that I Am--My Love can be found in the touch of a
woman’s skin.
Hidden in
that brain of yours is not just a wilderness of cinder cones, volcanoes exploding,
lava tubes, and lava flowing, and the terrible hunger of lightning slashing the
throat of a tree as it flashes into the ground to be free—I AM more than desire
burning and fire’s endless yearning.
Hast thou
never touched a woman’s breasts and been breathless? Have you never flesh against flesh and with a
caress tasted the very Wonder of the Love with which I created the
universe?
Have you
never contemplated a woman’s image?
Beyond the power of mind, only the divine within you can grasp, clasp,
and find peace at last in her enfolding arms.
How can I reveal My Mystery more plainly or display it with greater
simplicity and precision?
The
entire universe, its treasures, opportunities, wonders, and beauty are
interwoven and bound within these depths--In the touch of a woman’s skin is the
power that gives birth to the stars and sets the planets in motion around the
sun. I suggest you try a little harder
to decipher the laws of nature and the beauty of My
creation.
Even to
the archangels I have not revealed these things but to you I have given the
keys to unlock My Mysteries.
I could
have limited My revelation to the oceans, the rivers,
the lakes, the seas, the rain, the teardrop, the blood in your veins. But I did not stop with these. In the touch of her skin is a moment without
end, the very mystery unfolding of life giving birth to life and of one heart
flowing into and through another.
Do you
think that when I placed such a capacity for pain within your nervous system
that I did not more than balance the
equation with a joy and an ecstasy that more than justify the suffering?
As I
Exist all that I AM I have revealed to you should you but search out the
treasures hidden within your senses—the perception, sensation, and their transformation
through imagination.
Come. Let
us deal right now with whether I Am as distant as you imagine or whether I have
turned My back on creation.
Answer
for Me one single question--It is the one I have been asking you day unto day
and night unto night from the beginning, Why won’t you love Me?
And that is just chapter one
from the Book of Jeremiah II, Dialogues with God.
Yes, I can
see how that fits in with our discussion of the softness of a woman’s
skin. If I interpret this manuscript
literally, God seems to be complaining that we have failed to love Him because
we have not yet learned how to love women.
I think though that you really might want
to keep this writing under wraps. I
think that a lot of religious people might get very upset if they thought for
an instant that their bodies were in fact the
FZ: What did I just hear
Edward R. Murrow say in Good Night and Good Luck?
“Remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who
feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend for the moment the
causes that are unpopular.” Fear leads
to repression. You can not seek spirit
and live in fear at the same time.
And so I would just like to say in my own
words and in a way similar to so many who have spoken on your Live Talk Show
Radio ….
Please. Go ahead.
FZ: The softness of a woman’s
skin contains the flame that creates the fields, the leaves, the meadows, the
trees, the breeze, the rivers, the seas, the earth, the moon, the sun, and all
the galaxies whirling in a cosmic sea.
At its touch liquid light ignites within my heart and its waters turn
this body into an ocean of love.
Thank you
Father. That was illuminating. It seems to me you are a lot more than a
Catholic priest. In fact, you sound like
a shaman or one of the Magi who worshiped not in temples made of human hands
but the sky above and the earth below were for them the
FZ: No, no. I lack the ability to speak with God. After all, I am only a priest. We don’t do those kind
of things without first getting permission from a bishop. Sorry, I couldn’t help but throw in a
joke. Take care
my friend.
I have to
ask you before you go—Have you ever had sex with a
woman?
FZ: You know my Bishop asked
me the same question.
Your answer?
FZ: I answered him in this
way—I told him that there is way for a woman to stroke a man’s arm that is
better than sex. Actually it was two
women, one on each side, and they were each stroking a different arm and it
went on for three hours without stopping.
The Bishop’s response?
FZ: He thought I was
crazy.
I am sure a
lot of people would agree with the Bishop, but then again, you are just
speaking from experience.
Hope to hear from you again. Keep us posted on what else you dig up in the
[Jason]
You are on the air.
Whose calling?
Jason: This is Jason. I am a former commodore of the Bayview Yacht Club and I manage a group of mutual funds.
Finally, someone from the real world.
There are times when I hate theology.
It is so grandiose and otherworldly and no one ever speaks from first
hand experience.
How is the
sailboat racing?
Jason: In the Port Huron
Mackinaw we were first to finish and first on corrected time. I flew the spinnaker.
Congratulations. How was the weather?
Jason: It was so bad one
night I heard that a crew member on one boat came out of the cabin with his
suitcases in hand and said, “Call me a cab.”
He thought he had been drinking too much at some bar and now was ready
to go home even though the boat was miles from shore. We were all sea sick that night.
Well,
what’s a race without some challenge?
You know, a lot of people don’t understand investing.
Jason: Oh, the rules are
simple: never pay a management fee of more than one quarter of one per
cent. In order words, stick to non
profit funds like Vanguard. They bring
bag lunches to work whereas Morgan Stanley and Merrill Lynch—they are eating
lunch at French restaurants and you are paying the bill. And those brokers don’t work for you—they
work to make money for other companies or owners and not their clients who they
treat as cows to be fattened and then slaughtered.
A little
cynical are we?
Jason: And when companies
like Schwab and Morgan Stanley give you those computer printout booklets with
your name on the cover designing a portfolio just for you? Tell them there is no foreign sector—there is
only one global economy. I tell you they
are years behind the times when it comes to market trends.
And forget about companies with “moats” like
Wal-Mart which are difficult for other companies to besiege. Think about “bottlenecks” like Inco and commodities where demand will exceed production
capacity for two or three years.
I always
felt that investing was one of one of the least erotic activities on
earth. Because the
operating principle is delayed gratification.
Jason: That is why I go
sailing. If I may?
Sure, go
ahead.
Once I flew a spinnaker
Two thousand square feet of sail
Round, soft as silk,
Floating in the air off the bow
With lines, winches, and pole
I kept the sail on the edge of a luff
Barely fluttering, quivering,
Hypersensitive to each nuance of wind shift
The sailboat gliding over the waves
The stays taut, the mast tense
The helm guided by a firm hand,
After three hours of unbroken concentration
My body and mind joined to the wind
I said to another sailor,
I wish making love could be like this
The body and breath one,
Adrenaline and endorphins running this thick
In the bloodstream.
But he did not understand what I meant:
In a society where women are not fully aroused
The eyes of men are blind
Their hearts are closed.
Because they do not see
The inner light shining in all things,
They fail to attain their destiny.
So, united
with a boat, the wind, the waves, the sails--this is like being united with a
woman. Except the adrenaline and
endorphins you get from racing sailboats still remain much more than what you
have attained with a woman in your arms?
I have heard surfers say exactly the same
about surfing the big waves.
So what about the softness of a woman’s
skin? Can you do reverse engineering and
work backward from what you imagine could be to what you can do now in the
present?
Jason:
A woman’s skin is as soft as the warm song of
the
summer sun sinking
into green leaves.
I don’t know where that came
from. Just popped into
my mind. Here, let me try it
again.
Muscles
flexed, helm held steady with a firm hand,
The
stays taut, the surge and sway,
The
momentum and play of the hull moving
Among
the waves, the tell tails dancing
As I
guide the craft closer to the wind,
The
draft of the sails as smooth as a bird’s wing,
The
spray of the bow wave on my face--
To
be one with what you love
Is
the touch of a woman’s skin.
I feel like
I am right there with the spray of water on my face.
If might ask you a personal
question. For one who has seen “the
inner light shining in all things” how on earth do you manage to deal with
people who have not the least inclination to perceive these things?
Oh that. We are all seeking a return on our
investment. We all want a reward for the
effort we put forward. We are all where we are supposed to be. Every situation offers an opportunity to
learn.
You can not see the inner light shining in
all things or feel the rapture in the song of a bird singing at dawn if before
you act you feel you need group consensus or validation from someone else.
Some things you just do because they are
right for you. And if perchance you ever
find another soul to share it with then you have to consider that moment of
sharing a gift from the divine. It is
about being grateful for what you have rather than the complaint you make when
you are not putting forth your best effort.
Thank
you. That was very succinct.
[Rabbi Shalom]
And now for our next caller. What is your name?
Rabbi Shalom: This is Rabbi
Shalom and I am calling from Tel Aviv. I
am the head of the Institute for Research
into Kabbalah and the Names of God.
Good to
hear from you.
Rabbi Shalom: I don’t
understand the game rules you are playing by.
They seem to be—How intimate can you be with a
woman without it becoming erotic. And
the reason you are doing this is to discover an entire universe of feeling and
illumination that is hidden in the attraction between men and women that is
normally and instantly exhausted once sex becomes the objective.
What about this? You mentioned with your
last caller about “delayed gratification” and I think you should now address
this issue.
What is the
issue again?
Rabbi Shalom: Your program
just doesn’t feel right. It doesn’t seem
natural.
I stand
behind my opening statement at the beginning of the program weeks ago: Just
fill in the blank, A woman’s skin is as soft as
_______?
You can say whatever you want. You want to talk about sex? Be my guest.
Rabbi Shalom: I am not done
with my ranting. You make it sound like
you have a contract with Divine Providence (your words) and that the girl is
just a lab partner, a research associate, or an experimental subject.
You know
what they say? Scorpios invented
sex. Leos invented courting and
romance. Libras invented love.
But we Aquarians? We invented foreplay. In the process we discovered alchemy. And alchemy is the historical foundation for
chemistry—the study of the attraction and bonding between atoms and molecules
that gives definition—form, shape, and weight to the entire physical
world.
We all have our areas of specialty and
expertise—mine is the beauty of the universe.
So, do you have something experiential to share or not?
Rabbi Shalom: OK. OK.
Have it your way:
The
softness of a woman’s skin contains a cool, luminous light that keeps me warm
on the coldest night and a warmth of love that all
separation overcomes.
It seems to
me you have a real feel for this topic.
Rabbi Shalom: Well, I have to
confess, I mean, don’t let the other Rabbis know about my doubts on this
matter. It just won’t due if they knew
the questions that have been popping into my head. They think deep down, even though no where
does it say so in our canons, that scholarship and prolonged study are somehow
a virtue.
And you
feel they are wrong?
I feel they are dead
wrong. Scholars bear a close resemblance
to zombies, the living dead, or to golems—they still get work done but the life
is gone.
You see for me ….
Sexuality is a beauty unfathomable
Its wonder beyond human reach
Though you can see it walk
and touch its strength
Feel it and taste it
Hear its voice speak
Its power is mysterious
Beauty, from the Unmanifest,
the hidden,
From darkness wraps itself
In the first rays of the sun
Reaching out, its fingers,
Softer than the wind,
Glide upon my skin at dawn
I awaken in the arms of love
And know not what Spirit to worship—
Though the names of God are well-known
His attributes delineated with diligence
Both subtle and profound
The name of God
That contains this wonder remains unknown
Except within my heart
More thin than the strand of a spider’s yarn,
A filament, like a lute string,
Begins to burn with a light
Without beginning or end,
When I kiss her lips
All life, every heartbeat, every breath
Sound within the silent depths of my heart,
Her chest rises and falls,
Her heartbeat calls
It captures my soul in its song
Her body is an oasis
Within a desert where I wander lost and alone
I drink from her waters of life
And am reborn
As I rest my head on her breasts.
God, I wish
there were more Jews who were poets. You
people have it within you to be the best poets on earth. When it comes to divine sensuality, we Gentiles
are just a branch grafted on to the tree.
We have to make it up or, like Shakespeare, be a magpie who steals from
all traditions just to gain a small sense of integration.
Rabbi Shalom: I still have a
charge to level against you. You act like
you have to train for twenty years to learn how to touch a woman. And then as you touch her you enter a trance
that puts you in touch with the inner workings of the universe. Your process seems to violate the sanctity of
marriage and the purpose of morality.
What is your response to this?
Actually,
cuddling a woman for two, three, four or five weeks without any erotic intent
is a basic marriage counseling technique.
It recharges the batteries of affection so to speak. And you know what the National Council on
Religion has to say? “If it helps a
couple to bond better together, then it has got to be OK.”
But I think you stated the other part
exactly right. Why, perhaps our
You recall that
the magnetic fluid is the feminine counterpart to the electric, masculine
energy in the universe. And these two
together are a part of every creative act whether it be conception, the moment
of inspiration in art, or the birth of the universe.
When these two are acting together, the magnetic and electric fluids,
Fate herself comes forth to bargain and accept them as payment for changes we
wish to make in reality--so great is their value and their influence.
In alchemy, you have to take the male and female and hermetically seal
them from outside influence. You blend
their essence in this process in a way that is free of contamination. And then the love produces an elixir of life
that generates youth and divine insight.
Jealousy, anger, and insecurity immediately shut down the process. No transformation, no blending or sharing of
inner essence, and no divine love can be obtained
under those circumstances.
In other words, you have to be absolutely ferocious in your
determination to pursue the truth and in the same moment completely detached if
you want to unite the sun and the moon or, to put it simply, to be one with
another so all separation is overcome.
Rabbi Shalom: Alchemy, yes,
that is a Gentile activity.
Solomon never mentioned it. After
the Flood, the span of life decreased rapidly.
But we still have a Tree of Life that grants immortality.
And the pursuit of truth?
It is never as easy as lust or as tender as love but it the price we pay
to discover who we are. Perhaps one day
we shall find a way to join alchemy with study of the Kabbalah.
Rabbi Shalom, it has been a real pleasure.
Rabbi Shalom: One last thing?
Yes.
Rabbi Shalom: Could you do a
correspondence course for the advanced degree you mentioned on touching a
woman’s skin in order to produce ecstasy, and from the ecstasy, to study the
inner workings of the universe?
Thank
you. I hadn’t thought of that. It may take some time to put the curriculum
together. But in the meantime I will just mention the basic procedure as far as
heightening your perception. When you
touch a woman you can use her skin as a magical gate that reveals the mysteries
of life, fate, and the beauty of the universe that is around us arrayed; or
just search for the deepest longing that is within your heart.
This is so basic every student who enters
the
In the case of touch, you place your hand on
her skin and then nothing else in the entire universe exists for you but the
sensation of that touch and the feeling and the energy that are interwoven into
it.
The only difference between what Hugh
Heffner, Bob Guglioni, Howard Stern, and Casanova and we are doing is that we
are treating the body as the temple and image of God and the Goddess. We are giving it the respect it
deserves. What person who claims to be a
magician and who studies the Mysteries can fail to see this? But I am sure this is all perfectly clear
from your Kabbalistic studies.
Rabbi Shalom: It has been a
serious problem in the history of Rabbinical Judaism since the time of Akiba and Bar Kochba in the
second century. Our Kabbalah
studies have lacked lab work and field research with empirical verification
falling instead into academic speculation and metaphysical jargon.
I sometimes feel like we just wasted two
thousand years. Suffering the indignity
of living in the shadow of Christianity has dampened our desire to wrestle with
angels to capture the blessing we once had before. Though my years are
advanced, before I die I will try to remedy this situation.
Still, it sounds like a woman might feel
she is not being appreciated if you approach her in the manner you have
described.
Oh
that. Right. I will tell you. A lot of women really love to be cuddled and
hugged especially when in the touch and the caress are
love. Go ask a few if they like to he
held. Because a man is a magician it does
not mean he is an idiot or that he is unskilled in the one hundred and eight
erotic arts. If the man has his heart in
it I doubt the women will be making complaints.
Good luck to
you. This is the Magic University Live Talk Show Radio broadcasting on akashic, mental, and astral frequencies with high
definition and also web site transcripts available. Signing off. Good night and good luck.
[Week Three]
(Music and vocalization playing in background
with sound slowly fading away: “When he saw her face, he lost all control ….”)
(volume
slightly above normal)
Broadcasting from the
(pause)
[Connie]
Hello. You are live and on the air. Whose calling?
Connie: My name is
Connie.
Finally a woman. How refreshing. Where are you calling from Connie?
Connie: I am right here in
Sure. Go ahead.
Connie: I don’t understand
why people are so uptight about sex? Sex
for me is a natural function. It is like
eating, sleeping, having a place to stay, taking care
of your self. You have sex with someone
when it feels right, when you are close to that person and want to be
intimate. I just don’t get what all the
fuss is about.
Go on. Tell me more.
Connie: Listening to your
show, however, makes me understand better this one guy I used to know. I mean he was pretty terrible when it came to
being faithful. I won’t put up with his
crap.
But he did one thing right. Whenever we met he would give me this big
hug. He was great at hugs. He would wrap his arms around me and lift me
off the ground and just hug me. I really
loved that. So all this talk you guys
are doing about touching and physical contact.
I can really get into that.
Do you want
to add anything else?
Connie: Yeah. You had a caller a while back who didn’t
think women would appreciate the kind of cold, clinical approach to touching
that he thought you were suggesting. And
I am thinking of that other guy who called who said he liked his arms stroked.
Anyway, I wanted to say there is this
really neat thing I love. When a guy just strokes my skin very softly and slowly with his
fingernails. I just love
that. On a scale of one to ten where ten
is having sex, this kind of stroking for me is a nine
and a half. I purr like a kitten.
They
sometimes call that “zoning” when the touch produces a feeling of total
pleasure and the mind is gone—consciousness is absorbed into the
sensations.
Could you take a moment Connie and give us
your take on how to touch a woman?
Connie: I would love to.
To
touch a woman’s skin, you have to understand, it is not about being a man. It is not about taking command. Sure, there is your burning urgency. But the woman is not there for your
emergency.
To touch a woman’s skin you have to become like a
child again. It is about trust and love
and tenderness and the wonder of moving from one moment into another.
In touch you communicate a message that you are there
for her and that you care for her and that skin against skin your life and hers
flow as one unending stream, that is, at least in the moment the two of you are
sharing the same dream.
Thank you Connie.
I appreciate that.
Connie: Got to go. Nice talking on your show. Bye.
So long and
call again soon.
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[Paul]
And our next caller. Tell us who you are?
Paul: This is Paul.
And what
brings you to us Paul?
Paul: One of your previous
callers served in
That’s fine
with me Paul. I will be here all night
and I love a good story about life. And
I am sure our listeners would like to know how a man with your background has
managed to establish telepathic contact.
(assistant handing information card to mage)
Now Paul, our records here show that you were born
in 1947 in February. Why you have a
perfect Mars opposition to Pluto in your natal chart. In general, that means you are either living
your life in a pit or else you have had to work extremely hard to make any
progress in life. How has that
opposition worked out for you Paul?
Paul: Anytime I want something for myself I am
opposed by an institution or as in
And as far as being in a pit, I do sometimes
get pulled back in. I try my best to
stay out but no matter where I am there is always a tentacle or claw reaching
out for me and trying its best to trip me or tie me up and haul me back
down.
Have you
learned anything in the process? A
direct opposition also means you have a direct connection to the inner thoughts
and motivations of whatever is opposing you.
Paul: Given time and
experience, I have learned to think like the enemy, better than the enemy, so I
have become like an owl--in the night, with stealth and insight, I float down,
invisible and silent, and seize what I want.
You could call me a friend of darkness—I have learned to hide in the
shadows and see in the night what others would not believe.
Give us
some details. I think we are ready now
to hear the story that accompanies this life style. Why don’t you start at the beginning.
Paul: It was 1967 and I sat
down with my uncle for breakfast one morning.
He was eating scrambled eggs with a man from
“Hello,” I said.
The two of them then proceeded to argue
about who caused the Japanese to enter World War II. This was a very interesting conversation
since my uncle was “drafted” out of high school to fly for the Flying Tigers
carrying supplies into
My uncle hadn’t faired too well since he
contracted high altitude epilepsy when his oxygen gave out and they were around
twelve thousand feet. Anyway, Fuchida argued that
My uncle conceded the point. Then my uncle asked about whether the
Japanese were using codes to transmit messages about the ships in
Later on my uncle told me, “In times of war
you do what you need to do to serve your country. I did what had to be done”
My uncle often told me stories about our
family. One of our ancestors had come
over on the May Flower. One had signed
the Declaration of Independence. And my uncle said his uncle who he had known
had fought in the Civil War and was there defending Little Round Top against
the flanking maneuver of the Confederates at
Our grandfather had invented the Liberty
Engine that had helped defeat the Germans in
So I tell you it was no surprise when a few
weeks later, the day before my graduation from high school, that another man
was sitting with my uncle eating scrambled eggs for breakfast. My uncle got up and left.
The man introduced himself as representing
the CIA and said how he was impressed that I had just won the state
championship for marksmanship. He wanted
to offer me a job so I could put my talents to use in service to my country.
What can I say? You do what you need to do. I was part of a family tradition going back
before the War of Independence. And so I
became an “unrostered ” CIA agent with no paperwork and no official association
with the CIA. I trained as a sniper
working with a spotter. I was dropped
behind enemy lines. I had a given target
and targets of opportunity.
It turned out I had a flair for the targets
of opportunity. It was like I could tell
when and where someone would be. Part of
our training was learning how to become one with the jungle, with the darkness,
and to blend in so even an animal could not sense we were there. I just took the training a little further to
where I learned to become one with the mind of the enemy.
In two years, I had thirty-seven confirmed
kills before my spotter was killed and things began to go bad. Other snipers were better than me but my
handler just couldn’t believe my luck.
What did I care? They paid me in gold bars.
They promoted me planning and running black
ops. You know, I didn’t really know the
pressure was getting to me. You get so
wrapped up in accomplishing the mission.
I was in the
Before dawn had come, I had traded him a
few gold bars for his sailboat, managed to pack it with supplies, had cast off,
raised the sail, and slipped out of the harbor.
No more CIA. No more war. I was gone.
About a week later I hit a storm. Soon I had forty foot waves. When you are in a sea like that, you really
appreciate the power those waves pack. I
had to become one with the wind, the waves, the storm, the rain in order to
keep my boat upright.
I tell you, dark was the night. Shivering, quivering,
shimmering pale but luminous explosions in the clouds silent and distant but
ferocious like a snake and a hawk each trying for a fatal strike. All that wind and water and the lightning the
rippling edge of fire, its flash the only thing in sight.
The bow dipping beneath the water then the
next minute surfing,
and then another wave breaking over the stern.
My whole existence became the distance between the trough and crests of
two waves.
And beneath that incredibly exhilaration
and pumping of adrenaline into the bloodstream, death waits silently, your only
company. The possibility of a ship lost at sea overturned, capsized, and then
gone without recollection in anyone’s memory.
I probably had eighty knot winds. The gusts were violent, ravenous, monstrous. That cold, dark, black water broken only by white foam and white
caps.
I tell you that I was so exhausted I leaned
on the thunder—that roar crashing was my best reminder that I was still alive.
For two days the storm drove me downwind
while I held on to the helm. At the end
of the second day, just before sunset, a hug wave broke over the boat so that
the entire hull, deck, and cabin were underwater and covered with white
foam. All that was above water was my
head and the mast. For minutes it went
on like that. And then the storm broke
and the winds began to die. . .
I survived by using my training. I became one with the storm and the sea. The memory is still alive within me. You have to go beyond the terror and the fear
to discover the ecstasy if you are going to become one with what you love.
And when you are beyond hope and have
nothing more to lose and you really look around yourself and see where you
really are, then everything becomes clear.
That phrase
sounds familiar. Let me think. It was Lao Tzu said something similar: “Those
who seek the Tao often become lost. But
when lost, Ah, at last, the Tao appears in the very place and moment when you
least expect it.”
Paul: You know, the Taoists believe the wind and clouds are a dragon and a
tiger. But for me, the wind and the sea
are like lovers each striving to rise higher.
The passion, hunger, and desire pushing and probing until the essence of
one flows through the other.
What is a thunderstorm in a larger
perspective? A small swath of clouds
riding the trade winds, guided by the jet stream, turbulent but merely another
rhythmic pulse in the atmosphere of alternating high and low pressure. But when you are in the thick of it nothing
else exists.
And then the next day, a
fair sky, a steady breeze, and calm seas. And in time the storm’s rain becomes a gentle
streaming flowing through a valley past a home you call your own and a place
where you settle down and find peace.
So what
happened after the storm?
Paul: Something very
odd. Three days later the sea was
completely calm, not a ripple, not even from the hull. It was late afternoon and with no wind I went
for a swim. I lay
on my back, spread my arms and feet, and relaxed. I focused on my breath and my chest and the
next thing I knew a few drops of rain hit my face. I woke up and it was dark.
The sky was overcast, no moon. And I was lost. My ship was no where around. I could make out no form.
My only advantage was that I could barely
see the light of one star through the clouds.
So I swam a search pattern.
Breaststroke—twenty strokes toward the star. Twenty strokes to the right. Twenty strokes away from the star. Then twenty more and then
to the right following a grid of squares.
Forty minutes later I found my boat. I just about cracked my head swimming into it
it was so dark.
Like I say, sometimes you have to make darkness your friend if you wish
to survive.
A
day later I anchored off a beach on an island off
He laughed one day watching me sitting there
doing nothing but staring at the sea. He
laughed because a mosquito flew over from a tree and landed on my nose. And it bit me. And then it flew back. And another mosquito flew over and sat on my
nose for a while and it too bit me.
Usually there were at least two or three
mosquitoes on patrol. And then a large
bird flew down and looked at me for a while.
I think the man figured that was a sign.
The bird had a hooked beak and he pulled open the zipper on my backpack
and pulled out a candy bar. Pretty clever, huh?
But before the bird flew off with my candy bar, the bird pulled the
zipper back up. I wonder where he
learned to do that.
The next day the aboriginal or whatever he
was volunteered to take me hunting with him in the jungle. As a gesture, I taught him sailing and we did
some fishing. Then he showed me how to
pick herbs and prepare them. I gave him
my compass and my radio. He thought they were both very funny.
After a few months of this the two of us
went back to doing what we both do best.
We would sit in front of a water fall, a boulder, a cave, a river, a
tree, whatever, and we would just stare at it for hours on end without
moving.
One night he pointed to a star and we gazed
at it for hours. It was Rigel in the constellation of Orion. My body became like a jar and the starlight
began to fill it from within with an eerie green light. And then the star began to speak to me. It said,
I give to you the soul of fire
Blazing within jewels emerald, amethyst, and opal
I give to you the secrets hidden in spiraling towers
Amid civilizations lost and futures unborn,
I give you the eyes which see through
The stony mists of time
And the lost hillsides of the mind.
The next time he wanted to
gaze at a star I shook my head. I had
had enough of star gazing. Voices speaking to me from out of starlight was a little outside
of my area of expertise. I know when I
am in over my head.
Two years later I sailed back to the dock
I had left. Two men were sitting there
as I tied up. They said, “Where have you
been?” I told them I couldn’t run any
more covert operations and had sailed off and been lying around on a
beach. They said, “You might have told
us before you left.”
(laughter
in the background)
Whose
laughing?
Paul: My girlfriend. She says
to say hello.
Does she
want to say anything?
(mumbled
sounds in background)
Paul: No. But I would like to say something about her
because I have a question.
Sure, go
ahead.
Paul: She went through an
experience similar to mine. She had
sailed single-handed to
She struggled at this for about twenty
minutes. She said it was very odd but a
group of turtles began swimming around her.
Finally, she dropped down to the bottom and then pushed off with her
feet against the sand pointing in the direction of the shore. She did this about five times before she was
able to get out of the current and finally reach the shore.
She lay on the sand for hours totally
exhausted and unable to move. She says
she lost consciousness. When she awoke,
she said she felt at peace with the sea instead of scared shitless the way she
thought she should be. She felt the sea
had given her a new life.
Yes. That is quite a story. I am glad you have both made it.
Paul: So here is my question?
Yes?
Paul: When I rest my head on her
lap I feel like I am asleep again lying on the surface of the sea. But now it goes deeper.
Just a moment. Let me put my head on her lap so I can
describe this as it is happening.
Okay.
I feel I am sinking down into the sea.
Every few ten or twenty yards the water takes on a different
vibration—as I sink I pass through a series of vibrations like the keys on a
piano keyboard. The water has its own
qualities, color, and pitch, almost like I can hear a different song at every
depth.
So now I am turning into a wave breaking on
a beach. I am driven, I rise up, I
crest, and I surge forward curling and swirling, tossing, and spreading my
fingers out as I grasp the sand in my palms.
And now I am the white caps of a sea of
waves the spray in the air like the manes of a herd of wild horses waving in
the wind as they run free. It feels so
natural to be carried by the wind as drops of water before falling back in.
This is exactly what I feel every time I
put my head in her lap. It is very
satisfying and relaxing. But there is
only one problem.
So what is the problem?
Paul: My head is in her lap.
To feel any of these sensations of the ocean and of water I have stop thinking
of my self. There is a part of my brain
that has trouble letting go. The watery
imagery and energy are incredibly enchanting but to touch it and let it flow
through me I have go way outside myself.
It is as if I have to stop being a human
being, putting aside my humanity. I
mean, this is part of my training with the CIA as a sniper—you focus one
hundred per cent of yourself on what you are doing. You put aside all distracting thoughts.
If you are hiding in a stream with just
your nose above the water, you just freeze. You don’t move. You don’t do anything except wait until it is
the moment to act.
But when your body slowly disappears and
you are no longer seeing through your eyes or listening with your ears, the
mind becomes confused, the thoughts vague, nothing is any longer in
perspective. And then the brain has a
kind of insecurity tantrum. It has to
grab hold of something concrete. It has
to think a familiar thought, anything will do.
And when it reacts in this way the feeling
of the sea vanishes. And then I have to start
the process over from the beginning if I am going to get back into it.
I think you
have described the problem very well.
Someone said the gate to the astral realm of the undines opens precisely
when you have the feeling of the sea flowing through your soul. And then you have no reference points that
are familiar. You are in a completely
different realm.
Paul: So how do you go
further without the brain seizing up in its desperation to reaffirm the
familiar?
For some,
this is all about trust. It takes total,
complete, and absolute trust. It is not
that you are less alert or that you are any less observant.
It is about how you integrate
yourself. To quote another mage, “Love
is the only thing in which you can let go of yourself and no longer know who
you are or what you are becoming.”
I imagine that somehow and in someway there
will be times when we need to enter that space in which we feel that underlying
everything including nature is an all-embracing love. But obviously this is something we have to
discover on our own through experience.
Just believing it is like jumping off a high diving board without having
first checked to see if there is any water in the pool beneath us.
Paul: Give me a moment
here.
(sixty
seconds passing of silence on the air)
Paul: Yeah. I like this.
If I let myself go into the feeling of the sea anticipating that love is
underneath nature it does not matter how big, vast, or deep the ocean is that I
encounter. Because the
ocean becomes a part of me.
(Paul and his girlfriend
silently kissing)
Paul. Are
you still there?
Paul: I’m here.
Did you
want to express your experiences in terms of the softness of a woman’s skin?
Paul: Sure.
The softness of a woman’s skin
Is a place where I can rest my head
And let go of all that I have been.
Dissolving, my body gone,
The sea is now my memory
And her body the island I have found.
Thank you Paul. I appreciate that. Call us again when you get a chance.
Paul: There is one more
question I have.
What is
that?
Paul: I listened to your show
in which Alan said he wondered if the woman he knew might have had the soul of
an undine.
Yes.
Paul: So any other woman I have
ever been with—none of them give me this feeling of being in and part of the
sea when I am with them. Let me just ask
you right out. How would I ever discover
if my girlfriend is an undine or mermaid or whatever you call them?
Well
Paul. I am not qualified to determine
something like that. I think there are a
few specialists among the professors here at the
But sometimes you can just do the
obvious. Ask her.
Paul: You mean like, “Say
honey, are you an undine?”
(mumbling
in background)
Paul: She says has no idea
about that. But when she awoke on the
beach after she nearly drown she says she has felt
like a different person.
I think a
lot of people miss something important about this kind of question. If you find that your brain has a built in
program to affirm the ordinary world and to prevent you from exploring the
magical realms and sensations within nature, the same is true for an undine who brings her soul into the body of a human woman.
Suppose that in one of those moments when
she was nearly drowning or when she was lying unconscious on the beach that the
actual woman died. In the next moment an
undine could have slipped inside of her and revived the body.
The problem with this is that the undine now
possesses a body with a brain that is conditioned to think of itself as a human
woman. It is like being born again as a
baby. You may have had past lives but
whatever you knew before is gone because your brain is unable to contain or
process those memories.
Only later on in life when you more
experienced and know yourself better can you judge if some strange feeling or
déjà vu is worth taking seriously. So even
when an undine has actually entered a woman, the undine has the exact same
problem you yourself have described: she has to put aside the insecurity and
anxiety that go with possessing a human body if she is going to bring into her
consciousness the vast perceptual range of sensations and feelings she had as
an undine.
(mumbling
in background)
Paul: She says to ask you how
she can do that?
You can
direct your question to the undine within her rather than to the human part of
her. Did you see that movie, Last Wave, by Peter Weir? The aboriginal shaman asked the English
lawyer what he was. The shaman knew the
lawyer was not really a human being but rather a magical being of some kind. He didn’t know which so the shaman hypnotized
him and made him answer.
Paul: I saw that movie. Something about a big wave before the last
wave, right?
(laughing)
That’s the
movie. Now just ask your girlfriend to
relax. Hold her hands and ask her to let
go. Tell her to breathe slowly. Feel that peace she felt when she found
herself on the beach. Ask her to close
her eyes and go back into that experience of feeling peace.
Paul: Okay. Now what?
You still holding her hands?
Paul: Yes.
Form the question
very clearly in your mind and ask her without speaking the words aloud, “Who
are you?”
(moment)
Paul: She is not speaking.
You have to
listen with your mind and intuition the way you have already learned to sense
the feelings her body is emanating.
(moment)
Paul: I have this picture in
my mind of miles and miles of ice at the North Pole. And miles of ocean. I am surrounded by this sea of magnetism and
it is very cold and very peaceful.
And I see this woman in front of me. Her body is almost a light blue with a
silvery glow around it.
Now ask her
in the same way, “Why are you here?”
(moment)
Paul: It is like there are
these words appearing in my head but without any voice speaking them. She says, “There are hundreds who want to
come through.” Apparently, they want to
know us in exactly the way some of us want to know them.
Now ask her
what specifically she wishes to accomplish through this body.
(moment)
Paul: It is almost the same
answer. She says she wants to come into
full consciousness of what it is like to be a human woman. But she does not know how to do this. It requires the right conditions and she does
not yet know what these are.
Wait.
Okay. She says she needs to feel
and to be loved. Because love is
something she knows a great deal about as an undine. She says that if she is truly loved then she
can come into her full power.
She says further that it does not matter if
she is an undine or not. It is not a
philosophical question. She says that
for those who love it does not matter where they are
or in what form they are in. They go on
seeking to love wherever they are and with whom ever they are with.
Does that
answer your questions Paul?
Paul: It will take me some
time to work through this. But yes, that
helps a lot. Thank you.
In the old
days with the old magicians and the old books of magic, an undine had to make a
magical pact with a magician in order to enter the body of a human woman and
become his lover. What you said explains
that—the undine needs the ongoing love of the mage in order to sustain her
existence outside of her natural element.
Apparently the times have changed. Maybe it is that we are on the edge of
another Ice Age or that the oceans may rise another sixty feet if the earth
heats up one more degree in temperature.
The mammoth planetary changes are paralleled by changes occurring in the
global unconscious or in the relation between the physical and the spiritual
worlds.
Well as I have told countless others
virtually all of whom have completely ignored my advice—keep a diary and record
of your experiences, would you?
Literally, I must know a hundred people whose first hand experiences with the spiritual world are
absolutely fascinating and informative and which would no doubt make a best
selling novel or Hollywood movie if it were put in the hands of the right
writer.
You know, if it wasn’t for you people
calling in I swear sometimes I think only the walls are listening to me as I
speak.
Paul: We will talk again,
Okay?
I will be
looking forward to it Paul. I wish you
the best of luck.
Before we
take another caller, we have time for a Pop
Quiz Question. And to answer our
question we have a guest who I am sure you all know and who needs no
introduction.
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you Biblo the hobbit. Biblo will be taking exactly one question on the Trilogy by Tolkein.
We have a
caller.
Harmony: My name is Harmony
and I am calling from
And what is
your question Harmony.
Harmony: My question is what
was the ring of power Gandolf was wearing and who
gave it to him.
Biblo: Yes. I often am
asked that same question. It is a very
good question. I have put some thought
into it because it not perfectly clear due to alternate interpretations.
The simple answer
is that Elrond as you know had one elfin ring and Galadriel had the
second. But Gandolf
was given the third elfin ring, the ring of fire, when he first entered Middle
Earth. He used the ring most notably
against the Balrog who had dragged him down into the
fiery pit.
But the ring
actually belonged to the elfin shipwright who built the ships that took me and
the other elves to the Blessed Realms.
Due to his great wisdom and heroic generosity, still largely
unrecognized, the shipwright offered the ring to Gandolf
in order that Gandolf might have a secret advantage
in his contest with Sauron.
Thank you Biblo for answering the Pop Quiz
Question of the night.
[Raymond]
We have another
caller. What is your name?
My name is Raymond and I am
calling from
And what do
you do Raymond?
I am a Baptist minister with
a small congregation.
I get this
picture in my mind of green hills and little flocks of white sheep and I can
smell that smell we all know all to well when we are down wind of sheep. And there on Sunday morning the congregation
likes to sing songs like “A Mighty Fortress” and “Oh for a Thousand Tongues to Sing.”
So what brings you so far away from the
little steeple of the little white church there on the hill with your gentle,
warm, and kind congregation?
Raymond: You must have
visited my church?
No, no. I
just have this picture in my mind for some reason of what a Baptist church in
Raymond: I have a couple of
comments. First of all I wanted to say
that I appreciated the little piece you did last week on that apocryphal book, Jeremiah II. I love Jeremiah. Yahweh really is at times like a stand up
comedian. I mean, in all of world
literature as well as scriptures from all religions, there is simply no figure
that can even approach Yahweh’s dark humor.
Just the way he taunts
“But what do you people do? I bring you out of
And Yahweh goes on like that--satiric,
ironic, and beseeching for over a thousand years. It is incredible.
I have
never heard anyone talk about Yahweh’s sense of humor. Although someone did say that God is too
important to take seriously. If you get
too serious you end up murdering your subject before you learn anything about
it.
Sounds like Yahweh was
way ahead of Socrates and Shakespeare when it comes to speaking in an ironic
manner.
Do you suppose Jesus was taking lessons from
Yahweh with all his parables and stories with their dark irony in which he
attempted to get people to think outside of the box?
Raymond: “To what shall we
liken the
It must have been so completely obvious to
Jews and Christians back then. For a
Jew, the
And in the twentieth century in the
I think Jesus was trying to say that the Kingdom
is an inner experience but people just refuse to tolerate a spiritual
conception because of the amount of anxiety it stirs up in their brains. They would rather invest in cathedrals,
temples, churches, creeds, doctrines, and political action rather than invest
in studying their own hearts.
It is hard
for me to imagine a Baptist minister talking in this way although come to think
of it it would be even harder for me to imagine a
Unitarian minister talking like this. So
what else did you want to say?
Raymond: I will tell
you. I have this awesome sense of the
beauty of the universe and as I understand from listening to your talk radio
show there are some of you who feel the same way as me. Though I can’t say I am “madly in love with
the universe” the way some of you could claim to be.
So how do
you reconcile this feeling of beauty with Christianity? I have heard druids tell me that they are
refugees from Christianity even after they used to counsel people who came
forward at Billy Graham Crusades.
One day they were proselytizing with
conviction and the next day they just felt that they beauty around them in
nature was too great to put up with the Evangelistic message. So they went off to join with people who they
could share their appreciation for nature.
Raymond:
The answer in one word, “Telescope.”
Run that by
me again and tack on a little more explanation.
Raymond: God created the
universe. And I am an amateur
astronomer.
And soooo?
Raymond: I’ll tell you how it
happened. There is another Baptist
minister next door in
So I take
it he spends a lot of time out in the backyard at night with his telescope
rather than inside with his wife?
Raymond: There is that. What he does is that he has memorized the
images of literally thousands of galaxies.
So when he looks at them each night he notices immediately if there are
any bright stars out of place.
And when
you heard about him you went and bought a big old telescope to mount in your
back yard.
Raymond: That is how it went
down.
So how many
exploding stars in other galaxies have you been the first to discover?
Raymond: I have found and
been credited with discovering four so far.
What a neat
hobby.
Raymond: Only 4% of matter of
physical universe is known. The rest is
unknown. So I can appreciate Jeremiah II when God says he has placed the
mystery of His being within a woman’s breasts and skin. Some things like stars exploding in the
depths of space we would never know about unless we looked.
And you
feel the same may be true about women?
We just don’t understand the power they contain yet, is that it? So do
you have a poem for us? Something
joining your two subject matters of women and galaxies?
Raymond: No. To tell you the
truth, I lack the poetic skill. But I
will say this and it is the best I can do:
The
softness of a woman’s skin contains a love that gives birth to every star and
every star no matter how far joins with every other to illuminate the depths of
this wonder.
I tell you
what I am going to do Raymond. I am
going to have our poetry coach step in for a moment and give you a few tips on
composing poetry. I think you’ll find
this very helpful.
(speaking into a PA system)
Francis report to the broadcasting studio.
(the back door to the studio open and Francis of Sicily walks
in)
(speaking with a heavy Sicilian accent)
Francis
of
One of our
callers, Raymond here, has something very special he is trying to communicate
and I wanted you to give him a few tips on how to get it straight.
Francis of
Put it into ordinary language, the language
of the people is music to our ears.
Express it on a personal level rather than portraying it on a cosmic
scale. You understand? Don’t make me repeat myself.
I do not think most people other than
astrophysicists and astronomers can appreciate the charm and magical form of
the sky that surrounds us. So take
nothing for granted.
The depths of outer space, the emptiness
the stars embrace, the galaxies that turn and whirl driven by tides and
currents beyond the knowledge of the human race, the rhythmic pulse that throbs
in the heart of gravity, the infinite variety, spectrum, frequency, and
intensity hidden within every sight of light—yes, I think the songs the stars
sing in every moment of every day just might be slightly outside the auditory
perceptual range of those who have not trained as magicians.
So Raymond, no more
fooling around. Talk to other
people who have their feet on the ground.
Give it another shot and take careful aim so we don’t sit here all day
playing the same old games.
Raymond:
The
softness of a woman’s skin leaves me breathless. I don’t know where to begin. If I gaze at the sea of stars, if I were to
wander from one end of the universe to the other I still would find no greater
wonder than this woman who I hold in my arms.
Francis of
Now listen carefully. Very carefully to my words. I am going to begin now. Your success and my success—we are in this
together. We are not going to fail.
Try it again. But not a word, not an image, I don’t want a
faint hint of anything about stars or galaxies or shit like that.
I hope you are listening. I have a reputation in this matter and I
can’t afford bad things being said about me.
You are going to get it right Raymond.
No stars.
No night sky. No galaxies. No cosmic winds or tides.
And whatever you do, as long as breath
remains within you, I don’t want to hear that word “wonder” again.
In fact, focus on the girl. Say something nice for a change about the
woman instead of ranting on about yourself.
We all get tired, so very tired of people who only talk about
themselves.
I hope you understand Raymond. Because I do on-site assistance and I have
your address right here in front of me.
But we don’t want it to come to that.
Now relax--take a deep breath. Exhale.
Feels nice, huh? I am sure you
want to enjoy many more like that.
Now go, speak, get
it right.
Raymond:
The
softness of a woman’s skin—I tell you this woman is the perfect friend. She has that one virtue most rare among all
women on earth. She searches for and
seeks to satisfy the desires in the depths of your heart. What price can you put on that? What other experience in life is its
match?
If there is a great divide separating who
we are from what we shall one day be, then she is there to meet you and walk at
your side so that love will never fail to be your guide.
Francis of
Thank you
Francis of Sicily. Great
job coaching. I may have to call
you back again sometime. It is really
inspiring to see you work.
Francis of
Now Raymond,
you are not really a Baptist minister are you?
Raymond: Why do you say that?
For one,
you seem to know something about women.
Raymond: Look, I always
wanted to be a Baptist minister living a quiet, peaceful life free of
distractions with a small congregation where we all know each other so well we
are all family. And I have got what I
wanted. But I do think it will take a
least another one or two thousand years before people learn to read what the
Bible actually says.
I notice that a lot of my minister
associates are like those ancient Israelites—they worship doctrines and
interpretations that are made of stone and wood rather than the Living God who
created the stars and galaxies above and the women whom we love.
If I am
ever in
They whisper in my ear, “Are there any
miracles you want accomplished? Perhaps
a sea divided, a cloud by day or a pillar of fire by
night? Perhaps a government somewhere
around the earth, a little regime change this next week?”
It is all way too intense for me. They are so into bearing witness to the
purity of light and the demonstrations of absolute faith.
Raymond: There is some truth
to what you say. The Protestants
inherited the angels of Moses. But in
the sixth century, Jews, Christians, and Moslems all had the same word for
God. And in the sixth century over in
Ireland St. Columba had the only other copy of the Gospel of John outside of
In those days in
But as for Mohammed, somehow he got hold
of Gabriel and the angels of the lunar sphere.
Have you ever listened not to the words but to the mood of the Islamic Call to Worship?
There is a hypnotic serenity that yanks
you out of the outer world and into a world of inner peace. No wonder they like to blow themselves
up. That peace is so addictive that they
can’t deal with withdrawal symptoms that come when they have to face reality.
I just
can’t believe a Baptist minister can talk like this.
Raymond: Look, I just read
the Bible, that is what we Baptists are good at, and if there is anything I
have learned from reading the Bible is
that the outer world and the inner worlds are not separate but one. Time and space may change but the deep, inner
issues of the heart remain forever the same.
So Raymond,
there is one little thing I would like you to expand on. You seem to say that when you touch a woman’s
breasts you sense a cosmic, all-embracing love that is so deep and rich it
contains the very stars and the depths of space within itself. Have I got that right?
Raymond: Francis is gone,
right?
Yes. It is safe to speak about stars and galaxies
now.
Raymond: It is exactly like God said in Jeremiah II: A woman’s skin possesses perhaps
just as a reflection, some kind of analogy, perhaps the same substance, or a
direct link to the magnetic love that stands behind and manifests through all
of creation.
The Apostle Paul spoke of it, “In whom we
live, move, and have our being.” Paul
just didn’t realize that he was describing something feminine and not
masculine. The Jews speak about the Shekinah as the feminine presence of God. But for me, when I touch my wife’s breasts, I
sense a nurturing force that supports the stars, the emptiness of space, the
universe, time, matter, and all of life.
But whatever it is it not only takes my
breath away. It is wondrous,
magnificent, and there is no end to its depths, its vastness, and to the
healing power that is within it.
When I gaze at a galaxy five hundred million
light years away, the distance in space and time no longer matters. This feminine energy I sense everywhere makes
the entire universe feel like home, like family.
I think
someone once tried to say that in a song, “Oh Mystery, you are alive. I feel you all around. You are the fire in my heart, you are the
holy sound, you are all of life, it is to you that I sing, grant that I may
feel you always in everything.”
Raymond: I hadn’t heard that
one. There is another one though, “If
the people lived their lives as if it were a song for singing out of light,
provides the music for the stars to go dancing circles in the night.”
That sounds
Russian. It is very beautiful.
Raymond: Well, that is the
news from a Baptist minister reporting to you from down under in
Oh, by the way, if you are down here you
don’t have to come to the worship service.
After Sunday morning Tai Chi Chuan, we have an hour silence meditation
before the church service. You know, as
in “Be still and know that I am God.”
You can drop in then.
A Baptist church that actually has a spiritual activity? It is unheard of. If I keep running into more Protestants like
you I will have to send a note to the Editorial Board of the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Anthropology
to rewrite part of their description.
Right now I think they describe Protestant
Christianity as being very active with its religious programs but totally void
of any spiritual practice due to their obsessive compulsive attachment to
literal interpretations and extroverted activities. Life is full of surprises, huh?
Raymond, it has been really great
talking. Hope to hear from you again.
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