Sunday, August 5, 2018
9 a.m. Something that had fallen asleep awakened again, a minute or two ago, on reading in Paul Brunton’s chapter “Karnak Days.” [A Search in Secret Egypt.] Just as – Ouspensky? somebody – described, I experienced a something [within me] waking up. Curious feeling. I wonder when it fell asleep? I’m sure what we read has to do with whether we sleep or waken, but I don’t know which is cause and which is effect.
Is it possible that I sometimes talk to the guys while myself inwardly asleep? If not, have I really been awake all those months in which we talked nearly every day?
You overlook the possibility that this inner awakening may be more state-specific than chronology-driven. Thus perhaps you waken when you communicate, and sleep during at least some of the time when you do not.
Which is chicken and which is egg, if that be so?
Ritual is of course designed to awaken those who partake in it. Religious rites are established specifically to assure that only so much time, and no more, will elapse before a given individual will be reminded, and hopefully awakened. But of course in time everything decays and becomes not tocsin but lullaby. The very act of fulfilling the rite ceases to awaken, and instead lulls further to sleep, because performed only as external habit.
Is this why – as Jung said – the gods never reinhabit the temples they desert? That renewal can come only by moving away from the familiar into new ground?
Well, you don’t go to Mass, do you? And yet you are not an anti-religious zealot. That is, you see the legitimate function of religion and religions, but you cannot derive from exoteric ritual what you need. In that sense, by the way, you are the temple the gods deserted (for you did not desert them, and would love to hold communion with them if they lived here still).
“You” meaning not only me, but us in general, I take it.
Those whom the shoe fits, let them wear it. Those who do not know, let them try it for size.
That’s a different “feel” than I can remember interacting with before.
To stick to the point: A community of people with common intent and a shared ritual (assuring periodic reminders) may have a better chance of remaining awake, or rather continually reawakening without too much lost time. Those of you attempting this on your own must, of necessity, rely upon close unbroken communication with the only part of yourselves not subject to 3D fluctuation, and that is, of course, your inner guidance, your non-3D component, your angels or saints or however you conceptualize your connection with the larger world of which the physical is only a part. What else do you have?
I keep thinking a new age is coming in which science, art, and religion will again be one thing, but of course I know that even if it does come, it will be long beyond our own time.
And – perhaps it has not occurred to you – you would not fit well into it, perhaps. Daniel Boone would have made a poor apartment dweller. Fishermen might not enjoy life inland. No need for further analogies; the point should be clear. You were made to be what you are. Why fight it?
Thinking about what you said here, I guess it was a good instinct that led me to begin keeping a journal all those years ago – 52, next month – even though I was not awake and wouldn’t be awake for many a long year.
Your non-3D never sleeps; it knows what you need; it knows the limits of what you can accept; it knows the most promising avenues for advancement. (It does what it can, and it is up to you to cooperate when you know and to listen when you don’t. Nobody can or would want to compel you to cooperate, or even to listen, but it is in your best interest regardless.) To keep a journal was a step toward remaining conscious, and in due time it provided a continuing venue for communication once begun. But if you had resisted keeping a journal, no doubt other opportunities would have arisen.
I know, “We’re always on Plan B.”
Well – we are. And nothing wrong with it, it’s just the way things are.