Honest, Critical Review of M. Winn’s “Star Alchemy” CD II: the worst

Paul, aka Ramblin’ Ribosome,hereafter RR

you’re losing IT.

IT is some ground, any ground, for the spinning wheels in your head.

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RR:

If you cannot see the perfect mirroring of inner and outer space meeting inside a human being as the Micro-Cosmos, then where exactly do you live? In your fantasies, in your head.
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RR:

I’m sorry that after trying to cultivate yourself for all these years that you’ve confused the “personality” and its reactive, polarized perceptions, created by vital organ shen disconnected from each other and from their own source, for the “True Self”.

Again, when you live in your head, it’s easy to be dis-oriented by the quick changes in identity that can easily fool someone into believing it is the most natural level of Self.

And I’m sorry that you are grappling with concerns about your own borderline schizophrenic tendencies and feel the need to project them onto me. We’re in a planetary time period where deep shadow stuff is emerging and asking to be cleaned up.

Maybe better to clean it up at home instead of dumping it here?

Blessings on your Way,
Michael

An issue tree, also called a logic tree, is a graphical breakdown of a question that dissects it into its different components vertically and that progresses into details as it reads to the right.
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Issue_trees

The Necromanteion or Nekromanteion (Greek: Íåêñïìáíôåῖïí) was an ancient Greek temple of necromancy devoted to Hades and Persephone. According to tradition, it was located on the banks of the Acheron river in Epirus, near the ancient city of Ephyra. This site was believed by devotees to be the door to Hades, the realm of the dead. The site is at the meeting point of the Acheron, Pyriphlegethon and Cocytus rivers, believed to flow through and water the kingdom of Hades. The meaning of the names of the rivers has been interpreted to be “joyless”, “burning coals” and “lament.”
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necromanteion

Ovid works his way through his subject matter, often in an apparently arbitrary fashion, by jumping from one transformation tale to another, sometimes retelling what had come to be seen as central events in the world of Greek mythology and sometimes straying in odd directions. It is written in dactylic hexameter, the form of the great heroic and nationalistic epic poems, both those of the ancient tradition (the Iliad and the Odyssey) and of Ovid’s own day (the Aeneid of Virgil). It begins with the ritual “invocation of the muse”, and makes use of traditional epithets and circumlocutions. But instead of following and extolling the deeds of a human hero, it leaps from story to story with little connection.
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metamorphoses

Lemures may represent the wandering and vengeful spirits of those not afforded proper burial, funeral rites or affectionate cult by the living: they are not attested by tomb or votive inscriptions. Ovid interprets them as vagrant, unsatiated and potentially vengeful di manes or di parentes, ancestral gods or spirits of the underworld. To him, the rites of their cult suggest an incomprehensibly archaic, quasi-magical and probably very ancient rural tradition. Four centuries later, St. Augustine describes both the lemures and the larvae as evil and restless manes that torment and terrify the living: lares, on the other hand, are good manes
-http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lemures

Sorry for my broken English.

…ridiculous lemuria mythologies…

My suggestion is to get this Robert Temple book. Second part about Chinese divinatory practices is not good, but first part about Mediterranean oracle centres is. Temple’s main weakness is that he has seemingly uncontrollably quite scattered style of writing and he even wouldn’t allow his editors to correct his topical illogicalities.

…demonic possession instructions…

This is very Daoist. It’s better to stay with Abrahamic religious paradigm if one cannot accept such things.

Neidan is not for sissies.

HOWDY

Ps. Let’s see if the picture comes trough. Anyway there is in the Temple’s book description about his, his wife’s and Michael Baigent’s survey in the southern Italy of one particular ancient Greek colony. This should have been poplulated by more sinister type of adepts. For example Romans seemingly have totally hated them.

http://www.oracleofthedead.com/

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Moses heard a shepherd on the road praying.
“God, where are you? I want to help you, to fix your shoes
and comb your hair. I want to wash your clothes
and pick the lice off. I want to bring you milk
and kiss your little hands and feet when it’s time
for you to go to bed. I want to sweep your room
and keep it neat. God, my sheep and goats are yours.
All I can say remembering you is aaayyyyy
and aaahhhhhhhhhhhh.”
.
Moses could stand it no longer.
“Who are you talking to?”
“The one who made us and made
the earth and made the sky.”
.
“Don’t talk about shoes
and socks with God! And what’s this with your little
hands? Such blasphemous familiarity sounds like
you’re chatting with your uncles. Only something
that grows needs milk. Only someone with feet
needs shoes. Not God!”
.
The shepherd repented
and tore his clothes and wandered out into
the desert. A sudden revelation came then to Moses:
.
You have separated me from one of my own.
Did you come as a prophet to unite or to sever?
I have given each being a separate and unique way
of seeing and knowing and saying that knowledge.
.
What seems wrong to you is right for him.
What is poison to one is honey to someone else.
Purity and impurity, sloth and diligence in worship,
these mean nothing to me. I am apart from all that.
.
Ways of worshiping are not to be ranked as better
or worse. Hindus do Hindu things. The Dravidian
Muslims in India do what they do. It’s all praise,
and it’s all right. I am not glorified in acts
.
of worship. It’s the worshipers! I don’t hear
the words they say. I look inside at the humility.
That broken-open lowliness is the reality. Forget
phraseology! I want burning, burning. Be friends
.
with your burning. Those who pay attention to ways
of behaving and speaking are one sort. Lovers who
burn are another. Don’t impose a property tax
on a burned-out village. Don’t scold the lover.
.
The “wrong” way he talks is better than a hundred
“right” ways of others.
Inside the Kaaba
it doesn’t matter which way you point
your prayer rug!
The ocean diver doesn’t need snowshoes!
The love-religion has no code or doctrine.
Only God.
So the ruby has nothing engraved on it!
It doesn’t need markings.
.
God began speaking
deeper mysteries to Moses, vision and words,
which cannot be recorded here. Moses left himself
and came back. He went to eternity and came
back here. Many times this happened.
.
It’s foolish of me
to try and say this. If I did say it,
it would uproot human intelligence.
.
Moses ran after the shepherd, following the bewildered
footprints,
in one place moving like a castle
across a chessboard. In another, sideways,
like a bishop.
Now surging like a wave cresting,
now sliding down like a fish,
with always his feet
making geomancy symbols in the sand,
recording his
wandering state.
.
Moses finally caught up with him.
“I was wrong. God has revealed to me that there are
no rules for worship. Say whatever and however
your loving tells you to.
Your sweetest blasphemy
is the truest devotion. Through you a whole world
is freed.
Loosen your tongue and don’t worry
what comes out. It’s all the light of the spirit.”
.
The shepherd replied, “Moses, Moses,
I’ve gone beyond even that.
You applied the whip,
and my horse shied and jumped out of itself.
The divine nature and my human nature came together.
Bless your scolding hand.
.
I can’t say what has happened.
What I’m saying now is not my real condition.
It can’t be said.”
.
The shepherd grew quiet.
When you look in a mirror, you see yourself,
not the state of the mirror.
The flute player
gives breath into a flute, and who makes the music?
The flute player!
Whenever you speak praise
or thanksgiving to God, it’s always like
this dear shepherd’s simplicity.

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~ Rumi
translation by Coleman Barks