Pure Nature

“Glory be to God”

Do you kind of get the feeling too, that the Holy Grail was lost after those bastards murdered Jesus? It would seem so, but it was not lost, and never has been. It’s in you – a spoonful of love that cascades into an avalanche and grows into an infinite and unconditional universe…its all about ourselves, is it not, and this all about me?

All my understanding is a gift from animals, plants, and every other entity on and including the Earth. From matter, in short. What might be called “dark”, “corporeal”, “insentient”, “blind”, “evil”.

Surely, if we’ve learned anything from a materialistic culture, it’s that everything can be immaculate, or not. Matter is not “corrupt” but is a miracle in itself. In the dame way the spirit can be corrupted, so can flesh, and this is where the entire metaphysical universe gets confused.

If we once again use Corbins notion of horizontal and vertical geographies, where horizontal represents the material and vertical the spiritual dimensions, we can show the confusion.

Take this example: tabulating and recording wild animals. They threaten the order, in their presence. The human species is lost in the annals of mad control. I’ll give an illustration of the effect of animals. Just after Halloween I had the distinct idea that black magic was nearby. Trying to shake the feeling, my mind sought light. Baggins, cat being of presence came into the room, trying to seek my peace. Looking at him, I started crying and I asked “why are youse so good to humans?” I remembered louie, in heaven, giving me love in the form of snow.

Being traumatised over and over by humans, I have always had much love for animals. All the cliches are true: they love unconditionally etc but also, they immediately connect you to Nature’s heart. This phenomenon would be unknown to those closed off, in much the same way an atheist would be to god or an evangelical to evolution. Point being, what proof would ever convince those who wouldn’t accept it? “There are signs for those who know”, the Quran says. This is true of the human mind, being a reflective contemplation of what it apprehends, consequent of its own beliefs. For me, this affinity with animals has only matured with age. Studying druids, trauma therapy and meditation have branched this love out into plants, places and the Earth. Thing is, we’re all effected by these anyway, which is why I always talk from my own experience.

In how we exist. My contention is these other beings exist alongside us not as chairs to sit on, point further on is that even chairs are not dull. These others shape the divinity of life in their own right. To converse with, to reflect, to love, to respect equally.

By the same argument that we can dominate them based on the fact that we have the ability to, therefore such is our right- by this same understanding should cis males be enabled to dominate cis women because they are generally stronger? Or should an oppressive regime have the right to subjugate a minority based on their ability to? Such arguments surely miss the point of our humanity, our communicative and reciprocal abilities.

Corbin would call this a horizontal geography, I hope to show how much of vertical geography is in fact horizontal anyway.

Corbin calls the material dimension horizontal. The spiritual he calls vertical. His contention is that in order to ascend to a higher realm of existence, the human must rise above the material dimension, which is like the crust of the earth, being flat.

However, my contention is that things are not so clear cut. To the point at which you have to say that a religion that denounces homosexuality, for example, has taken a completely horizontal dimension anyway, and is basing their creed on the material.

Secondly, I contend that the material is not inherently corrupt, evil, or blind.

An example is given in the Karika of dull milk that nonetheless acts in order to serve a calf’s spirit. We see this notion throughout history – in religion, philosophy, agriculture et al.

It’s as if humans believe matter serves spirit, that that is all matter is for. A love supreme of blood, I believe. Matter is almighty, to paraphrase Vivekenanda. And Hendrix, she told me “of the love between the moon and the deep blue sea.”

My friend didn’t say anything. My other friend told me some people believe the sensation of our heart is actually coming from the grey matter. Much like a price in the finger. I say those who believe this don’t really know love. Having lost touch with nature, we move away from our hearts as well.

Yet nature is still present. Look at a TV. Not into it, at it. It’s shape, noise, colour. It’s presence, and you. You will see her. Nature. We twist, we malform, we transform only our hearts. We are still present.

Because plastic is malleable some puppets Don horns and pitchforks, believing nature herself is corrupt. I contend spirit is corruptible too. Saying nature is inherently evil is like saying a person who says they’re a communist is instantaneously good. It’s not clear cut like that.

To historically declare nature evil is a reflection of ourselves, because it’s something we can do. Nature, then, thus far, is somewhat passive. But who can foretell the future?

Weight: let yourself “float” amidst totality, alight beautiful skin, sudden ecstasies of your mind held by nature’s bounty. Ask her own heart, ask her is it alright to? To learn from her? To sit on her, not like some stoned hippy, more like the androids we resemble, and ask her if it’s OK. To wander over her presence as if she wasn’t there. Finally, human, thank her, enveloping love, grossly formed, a growing love, a bit of heartbreak.

Not “shattered”, not “fallen”, nor even “cursed”. No, she grows over all those statements. With her beautiful love, growing like the sun, growth is her perfection, her state of being, her perfection.

Her beautiful air, her space so full, breathing creatively. She expands around my breath and I know she is eternal, and I love her, this vision of this egg, so ready to become all that could ever, but I must ask, I must always ask, she’s not my bitter sounding board, there is no plot but that in the end shatters like king Arthur, against the infinite horizon holy grail woman love fusion returns; a silly spell to bide, only Arthur’s ego shattered, thinking himself king of her – we all must think ourselves kings – that is the advent of that story, we all lost the holy grail we are all dead, dying, while we believe she’s non living. Is that not ironic?

Yet here we remain, believing our own interdimensional transcendent and kings biding in a kings mirror.

Yet she’s a mirror. Not to look into the mirror but at it. Her presence there. Her totality. In herself.

Her light.God/dess loves and looks on from within the mirror.

When I try to speak she is silent. When my mind tries to penetrate she is deeper.

When I abide in my heart, let me come away for a second, I need to tell you of my love for her. In my hearts blood we beat forever.

A mirror! When I look in a mirror I see a guy who doesn’t know much.

When I look at a mirror, I see my opposite her being present. She doesn’t have to look, see or be, she is.

Me: a mad rut roughly every eight years, for some beautiful woman, who disappeared into the night, and left me to dwell on their scent.

Me and fate.

Absence of a muse. I found her beauty there. She fills the air with solidity, grey matter resolves, waking, sound, light, form. Questions why they are perfect form. Just so. Within a place, within a place.

She is all, love, everywhere in place, I am loved and I love, and I’m no longer alone.

That is the nature of nature.

Here’s where it comes back to God/dess. I hesitate. I don’t want to create a doctrine, simplify life or pretend to know. Perhaps nature and god are one, but everyone is in totality really, huh?

speculation, conjecture

A place within a place.Why don’t we celebrate her after all we’ve learned from the enlightenment lesson on materiality?

A good place to start….

Cal Kalve