“…and God was the Word.”

Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ λόγος, καὶ ὁ λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν θεόν, καὶ θεός ἦν ὁ λόγος.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with the God, and God was the Word.”

-Gospel of John 1:1


Human Beings have evolved the greatest adaptation: to give things meaning. We evolved the Word.

Language allows for complex communication in the form of utterance as small-mouth-noises.

Quite strange when you think about it that way, what speaking really is.

It enables great signal transmission and the crossing of the individual’s isolation. It allows for the most subtle and intricate expression of inner events that first arise in thought. It’s a way for consciousness to fully deploy itself in the world.

The monkeys are now symbol-users on a crafty level. And they’ve become the dominant species on a planet because of it.

WE look for meaning and find it in all things.

Language is the process by which we assign that meaning. Meditate on what this truly means. Much of what you experience and socially are is mediated by letters, words.

Therefore: change your language, change your reality.

Once one understands this process, or becomes aware of semiotic awareness, one gains the power to control the greatest enemy to consciousness: the untamed and unreflective Mind.


Tools (personal computers come to mind) and techniques (meditation, various yogas, etc.) are useful in this endeavor. Industrious humanity has mastered so many tools in its career. Starting with literally “banging rocks together”, we have moved onto space travel.

The same evolution is proceeding with our mental adaptation. We are using this crude tech with ideas.

We are banging our best ideas together like cavemen because we don’t understand how they work. Look no further than the global environmental shifts that are occurring for our misuse of great ideas and technologies extant.

Our application of our minds is at the low tech level, let’s face it.

Our mental mastery as a species could be at “nuclear fusion” levels if properly harnessed. Good ideas, recognized and used well would literally heal the planet & propel us towards the stars.

I sense that we are subconsciously afraid of this power because both the individual and societal ego are trying so hard to prove that we are masters of our environment.

We rob ourselves of a proper relationship to reality by not seeing that we are ignorant indeed.

‘Like gods”, we can create, one of the greatest abilities a species can conceivably gain. But we, in our hubris immediately thought of ourselves as literal gods of dominion.  In the end, free will holds us accountable: in thought, word, and deed. Use your words wisely.


May the Word be with you.


White Lotus Invocation

The White Lotus  and The “Individual” Collective

These were ideas some good friends and I developed as inspired by the Order of the White Lotus, as presented in Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Designed as ‘reverse’ or counter propaganda, positive affirmations about evolution. At least among our social spheres at the time.

1. Gaining Perspective

Blackout Days: no television, computers, music, or “technology of any kind” for an entire day.  Do this on the weekend, so that you are forced to kindle that engine of creativity: boredom. Behave such as one would during a natural black out.

Light some candles.

You would do this to remove yourself from the technology, to learn what it’s for.

2. Meditations on the Self 

Egoism vs. Egotism, words commonly mis-relayed in common parlance

A. Egotism: excessive conceit or self-absorption, selfishness (adjective – egotistic).

“The egotistic child never shared his toys.”

“When you are in the center, you feel alone.”

Egotism is what has chained us as a race, and as individuals to certain ‘dominator’ mental constructs. We have been  blinded by our own perception, our lens on the universe. The selfish expression of the Ego is what seems to be right in front of us. Upon awakening to self reflection, Western man immediately thought himself the center of it.

The collective consciousness can finally break free from this limited view now. Due to the projects of science and the great creatives, a culmination of data for conscious thinking has been compiled. For ages, human civilization has continued to shatter the conception in the individual’s mind about how important mankind is. The selfless collective evolution is rising.

B. Egoism: is the belief that self-interest motivates all people’s actions (adjective – egoistic).

Egoism says that a person’s actions, no matter how selfless they may seem, are always done out of self-interest.

Egoism is what was built into us by evolution, and has served us well in survival scenarios.

Now we can shed it off like old skin/detritus.

Group evolution does occur. As long as there is still competition and self-improvement through a kind of “individual” collective natural selection, nature abides.

Ancestry obsession/tribal politics/clan warfare/ the eternal ‘us vs. them’ is so important to the unreflective Ego.

If we only realized that we all have a COMMON ANCESTRY, we could get along. Or at least act more like ecologically sensitive and rational human beings.

3. Conclusions

There is no THEM, it’s actually just US.

Spaceship Earth is in choppy waters, and we need all hands on deck.


Who knocks at the garden gate?

One who has eaten the fruit and tasted it’s mystery.

A Lesson on Time

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The sifu said to his student,

“Now you are to be instructed in the transformation of time.”

 “How may I train for this awareness?”, he asked.

The sifu told him to, in three years time, to tell him the Heaven-born sage’s estimation of the true length of a day.

The student was profoundly focused for months in training upon hearing this. He enabled his mindfulness and daily discipline so that he may understand as the sage does. Redoubling his training, the student set out to the mountain near his town to settle into solitude.
One autumn, whilst eating his course vegetable soup, the student found himself gazing at a moth’s cocoon perched on a gingko branch. It was then that the student’s eyes were opened. As he contemplated the small object, he at once saw in the cocoon many cocoons. Each transformed into the next before him as if many caterpillars were emerging at once. At once there was the egg, the larvae, the chrysalis, and the moth all entwined upon the leaf.


Upon contemplating this, the student began to apprehend his relation to time.

After seven months of study, the student returned to his sifu’s hut.

Upon arriving, he found his teacher adrift in the pond on the southern face of the mountain. He greeted him and proclaimed, “The length of a day is the time it takes for the moth to emerge.”

The older man, looking at him unblinking for a time, sat down nearby.

“Yesterday you saw yourself as an arrow drawn by a strong-armed warrior, let loose into the stream of samsara.

The student also took a seat beside the master, but not as an equal.

Sifu continued, “Seven moons in a day, and now you may share in the knowledge of the moth. Does the moth not think of where it is upon Earth? Does the moth not think of when it is under Heaven?”

“And so it is with human life and affairs. The drifting of the wheel on the water turns due to immutable laws governing Heaven and Earth. The wind blows over this stream, and yet it is unmoved in its movement. What you saw was the observer’s point of view, not the moth’s. Inside the cocoon lies the secret; inside is the emanation of time.”

The Tools of the Earth


Hexagram II. K’un – The Receptive

The Receptive brings about sublime success,
Furthering through the perseverance of a mare.
If the superior man undertakes something and tries to lead,
He goes astray;
But if he follows, he finds guidance.
It is favorable to find friends in the west and south,
To forego friends in the east and north.
Quiet perseverance brings good fortune.

The earth’s condition is receptive devotion.
Thus the superior man who has breadth of character
Carries the outer world.

Composed of only yielding energies, The Receptive represents the primordial spatial power of the Earth. This image is that of Gaia, The Great Mother, or the Goddess who serves all beings with her devotion. She is the consort and perfect complement to Hexagram I. The Creative: he being a resplendent dragon, and she being a strong mare. Their relationship is one of partnership and co-creation; not of strife or competition. These two nodes in the Book of Changes point to the non-duality and cohabitation of the world of perception and that of the unperceived.

Heaven’s energy brings spirit into matter, the dense substrate of Earth. This substance is potentiated and put into service of the good through creativity. This harmony depends on the Receptive submitting to the influence of the Creative. Should the Earth rise up as an equal to Heaven, evil shall arise from the opposition.

The mandala of rising yin lines reveals the spatial dimension in which the powerful spirit of pure potentiality inhabits. Strict boundary conditions must be established for this to occur. This is the perseverance of matter and energy. The Receptive’s summum bonum is in its overwhelming ability to nurture and support all life. The dragon’s thunder begets the 10,000 things, and the horse’s steadfastness births them unto the world. Meeting fate with a vulnerable acceptance, like a mare being led happily on the mountain trail, foretells of success. One is sensitive to what is required of one’s circumstances, and yet still seeks the silvery thread of Fate’s trail.

The Earth, in the time of summer and autumn, sets to work allowing the receptive forces to come under the reign of the developmental currents inherent in Nature. Change, to be emanated fully, must be firmly set within tenacity and toil. The southwesterly wind blows, and all forces converge under the guidance of group efforts.

The season calls for reflection, planning, and aloneness also. The stream runs towards the northeast between the granite hills. Solitude is valuable in its single-mindedness and objectivity in weighing one’s position. Receiving orders from the higher structures of Nature, and then re-telling what one has learned. In the last, sacred hour, the sage retires to his inner sanctum so that the magnitude of experience may not be disturbed as the surface of a still pond.

Freud and Jung, A Lunchtime Encounter

Freud: …I agree it is enticing, but it is Neverland.

Jung: Do you not know? One never dies in Neverland.

Freud: Except people die. They stop living.

Jung: You have me there. Seems to be a system in need of balance.

Freud: If you want to ignore that biological fact, you sir are a moron or a zealot. Or both.

Jung: But The Neverland we speak of is only partially about immortality dear Freud… That wish may also be my own projection, as I admit to have lusted after it. I think it is more about bringing the two worlds together: As above, so below my dear boy. A profoundly healing, paradigm-shaping stream in the Zeitgeist. One where we can reconnect to what it means to be Man, have an ancestry, be in dynamic symbiosis with one’s environment, and ultimately realizing that one creates reality.

And I have been both a zealot and a moron too. Both separately, and at the same time. Why, only see my treatises on the psychology of religion!

Freud: Why is returning to superstition progress? It merely gives man an excuse to be self-indulgent and abusive to his person.

Jung: Your words sting and betray a foul mood…. (chuckles). I would gander to say it is not superstition. A lot of the old ways were, but now the new physics and sciences are coming to meet halfway. The empiricism of this century might as well be the superstition of the former. How might you explain the train of coincidental events, meetings, situations, and people you and I have experienced since we decided to go skiing in these frosted Alps?

Freud: Chance.

Jung: That theory is unsatisfactory in the face of the data. You cannot explain it away with this or that social theory, or our very old friend chance. Just as with that young woman we met earlier: do you intend to explain away her dreaming of our conversation in the train station a fortnight ago?

Freud: There’s no orchestrator Carl. There never was.

Jung: You know coincidence is the rallying cry of rationalistic materialism. It is what one has left over from a theory that cannot explain everything, especially one whose expressed mission is just that! That is, to reduce the world of objects into matter and substance, measured and concretized. The human experience will not be bounded as such. I don’t believe in an orchestrator either. We are that conductor.

Freud: (puffs on pipe) Which is horrifying, I should think.

Jung: (draws on pipe) We yearn for a god outside ourselves, but will not listen to nor turn round and face the one chained within…

It is, I fear, as you say. It may be far more terrifying than some bearded patriarch roasting you for eternity in hell for having congress with your lover before ceremony. There is no one to save you or punish you, only yourself. A notion, simultaneously, bearing the most empowering news to the human race and at once casting us into the cold night of eternity.

Freud: So why are we all such brutes? Look at what stirs in Germany. Do you think men rational and capable of such a destiny?

Jung: Because sir, we struggle with our environment and our upbringing. We come in with nothing. Only our family to nurture, love, and teach us how to be in this unknown world full of self-sacrifice on the one end and cruelty on the other. Our food & drink, the social climate, classism, self-doubt, all this business of empathy, not knowing what the other is thinking or let alone feeling…..

Add to this the considerable fact that our parents and nurses, who raised us and gave us the best chance, hopefully better than they had, do not actually possess the slightest clue as to what is going on in this experience either. You are on your own. As a species we are still quite poor at raising our young. In fact, no biological species extant studied by the evolutionary biologists has seemed to have sorted it out. Many species’ only input is the process of birth itself.

Freud: (scoffs loudly)

Jung: Our forebearers at least go to the trouble to build us up or muddle us up, indeed often both. We come equipped with the best phylogenetic equipment they received from their parents, and so on and so forth. And so anon from the very loins of Adam I should think.

Freud: I am quite disappointed in the process if I am to be frank.

Jung: Doctor, by God we are hustling the best we can! With what we have available. I find it quite beautiful, like the sunset filtering through the misty Danube. It humbles as well as teaches, as when reaching the peak of a mount. To be present with one’s circumstances.

Freud: And yet look to the economy, to the western states, and never good enough it seems. Every solution creates more and more problems in this social organism. Russia has become a gunpowder drum set to spark alight.

Jung: (sipping wine thoughtfully) The glass is half-full though, in my honest opinion. All of this knowledge implies that one can create whatever wish they care to think and apply oneself towards. The more magnificent the idea the more work needed of course. You are so world-wearied friend, and yet, in your long years you have not tasted a fraction of the totality of what this human family has to offer.

Freud: The glass is half full for whom? (coughing violently, sipping cognac)

Jung: I know your ennui, I really do. It gnaws at this philosopher constantly. The cognac glass, as it were, is half-full for humanity.

Freud: My young colleague, is this not just self-soothing poetry?

Jung: I may confess to the membership of young upstarts a such. A new intelligentsia broaching into the realms of altered consciousness. Indeed many of the Germans and Americans, in the infantile field of psychological analysis, seek to go further. And many seekers were born into this twentieth century, coming of age right as the cycle begins to turn in the Ivory Tower.

Freud: With little to no substance nor truth? Except, perhaps, those damned Americans.

Jung: It is just so. I argue furiously just as much for myself Sigmund, to assuage all of my fears! About failure, and death, and my own hubris’ annihilation.

Freud: See Jung? That is tremendously unsatisfactory for me.

Jung: (inhales deeply) Bah! Enough with this mood fellow, I strive to be a sentimentalist.

Freud: Probably an easier way to live. It is a pleasant bias. And I’m being a bit contrary just to spite you friend, to be honest. And that’s a load of bollocks by the way…

Jung: So morose. Hell hath damned souls to this mental torment, yet undamned they are. Such melancholia in the spirit! This is good though, as yet I need a oppositional opinion to compensate for my very own proclivities.

Freud: My word! (chuckling) Adler and yourself have this grandiosity sometimes that causes me indigestion.

Jung: I am a guilty man when it comes to such realms. I love the Muse: the drama, the narrative, the uplifting transcendence that it arouses…

Freud: For you. Only for you.

Jung: Come now Freud, the life amid the masses may grow a bit moribund, mundane, ever morose, as we have discussed. Man craves a grand narrative, outside of himself, up and above his animal sufferings.

Freud: (loading more blend into his pipe bowl) Yes, as long as Man recalls that it has a time and a place. And that it is not always appropriate or appreciated.

Jung: I am curious though, what specifically makes you so sick about the grandiosity?

Freud: (stands up, dusts off waistcoat) I am afraid my friend, such a revelation will have to wait until tea. I am off to my appointment. Be well, and adieu monsieur.

Jung: And adieu… (sits back)