Here you find
the most complete version of my Vision of Psyche to date. The booklet
by that name The Vision of
Psyche is posted in its entirety below.
The Vision
of Psyche
***
Ron Lampi
The Vision of Psyche, the various
versions of, has appeared in different works over the years, works
such as: The Birth of Psyche, Technos & Psyche, Advent (the poem “Song of the New
Age”), and in the book manuscript The
New Age Vision. Some suggestion of the Vision of Psyche can also
be found in various other works; in fact, hints of it are found just
about everywhere throughout my work. Through
the Labyrinth, A Guided Astrological Meditation is based on the Vision,
though Psyche is not named in it and nowhere in the meditation itself
is it stated to be derived from this primary Vision. In the evolution
of my life work, the Vision of Psyche is the Advent of the Word that
is The Mythos. The MYTHOS, in fact, is the great work
to come.
Given all that, I have come
to realize that the Vision of Psyche has been buried all this time
in all of these various works—if one is not familiar with any
of them, then one is not fully aware of what my Vision is. This short
work, The Vision of Psyche, readily and explicitly makes it available on
its own. There is no searching for it among other works—here it is.
This version of the Vision
of Psyche I expect will itself expand over time. Who would experience
the Vision in this reading must surely realize that at every moment
unfolds Threads of what is here only hinted at. My challenge to someone
is this: Setting aside all stock, readymade abstractions, who might
interpret my Vision by co-creatively dreaming it forward?
***
The
testimony of the poet
spoken as
& out
of
The
MYTHOS
The
MYTHOS begins somewhere
and must begin with someone
***
This
is no daydream fantasy
or imagination’s fantasy
work of fiction;
it is not merely an interesting
or striking image to have run by
on your
always of course busy schedule;
this is
no
“a nice
Vision to have,”
as those who have offhandedly
said to me think—
No, it is not simply a nice
Vision to hang on a keepsake ring,
it is a challenging, demanding,
exacting, unrelenting Vision,
it is a Vision that overwhelmed
& destroyed the Who-I-Once-Was—
My life has not been pleasant
& easy for having received
such a
Vision,
but has been made ever more difficult.
This Vision is not meant to
be merely nicely, poetically clothed,
however the Melody might at first
seduce, but is in essence a Vision
furious
to announce a New Age that would
turn this sham, cheapened world
upside down.
This is no throwaway image
in a marketplace of images;
it is
revelatory
VISION—
Who now opens the pages of
the poet’s testimony,
do not tell me this Vision you
will encounter is nice;
say rather it is overwhelmingly
beautiful in its promising impact
for global
transformation—
It is the Vision that soul
in this life has always yearned for,
it is the Vision of New Life
I live for.
***
In
childhood I remember
I was blinded because of my
love for the Sun—
I would look up from play &
I would gaze into the Sun;
it was as if radiantly it were
a God to me.
And
it was some years later then,
a youth I was coming slowly
to the realization,
how it eventually came over me,
that I was to give myself
to the
Sun—
A
new Dream of the Ages
I had yet not the faintest
idea of
was slowly preparing itself through
me—
My life was to be a new Dream
sent forth
by the
Sun.
Such was the nature of my secret
life.
I
never realized how deep
the defining image of the mid-century
had gone,
its monstrous visage of the bringer
of death—
The Mushroom Cloud played over & over
on our
television screen—
I saw it pictured again &
again in the magazines.
The Bomb was always coming
for us & would find us,
the new hydrogen Bomb, so enormous
its devastating power,
would promise one day, we were told,
to annihilate us all.
The absolute danger for all
life on Earth had gone
to a
place so deep inside of me,
I
had no idea—
For I had glorified in my youthful
vision a
I saw its towering glittering
spires rise spectacularly into the sky
under the
Sun,
but come my university years I
was to see that City destroyed,
exploded into millions of flying splinters,
a horror of perdition,
a devastation so complete this
Plutonian death I saw,
that I despaired of the purpose
of my scientific studies,
I had to turn from,
but there,
above the ruins of the City—in
this vision of mine—,
a sparrow hawk hovered in the
sky (the sparrow hawk
that was
to become my familiar)
there,
where the Sun was always the God
I had known,
I turned to,
even as
I was blinded.
Years
later,
a Muse came to me & sang
to me
of distant western waters...
From
afar, a Melody I heard...
At
the cliffs of The Cruz,
near Lighthouse Point famous of
the appointed place was destined of Revelation—
To the left, I would see the distant
dark summit of the backbone ridges of the
in the foreground, directly in view across the shallow
of surf
of
the
in the distance, looking across the bay southward,
the
beyond
if it were nighttime, the strung beads of lights
would glimmer in the far distant dark of
going out to the peninsula point of Pacific Grove.
It was here I would take walks, whether day or night,
and meditate upon these changing of day to day bay waters,
here, at the edge of the western continent where we stand
before
the great
mother of Ocean, Her vast watery crystal of the Pacific,
where once I gave my life to those waters deeply holding
their Vision.
It
was that time when
two of us from the
arrived in this new world that
and a horrible soul wound I suffered shortly
from the utterly unexpected loss of her;
the love I was naïve to assume would always be there
suddenly
was not
there—
Half
of me
had seemingly ripped itself away from me,
I felt a gaping hole where
she had been—
Through the pain & tears, I gathered myself & hurled
myself,
the Who-I-was, into those deep, receptive waters of the
Bay;
I descended like the Sun into a death of self into the
sea,
and one day it was—oh, two or so years later—
after various of earlier visionary intimations & dreams
—I saw the sparrow hawk of my youth dive into
the sea—,
after a Melody that had always guided me
I
heard
sang from
the Bay,
came to
me,
was granted
to me,
a VISION—
One
day,
a particular
day that is lost in memory,
through my Eye I realized I saw, whether day or night,
as I walked along in my ponderings upon the cliffs
of
it would
come to me:
THE VISION—
I
looked into the Bay,
it was at night I remember once, and I saw there
this eerie glow,
a glowing I saw this churning & roiling of its waters,
out in the Bay,
out in the middle of the Bay—
And
suddenly rising
from that
mysteriously glowing, bubbling place
out in
the dark waters of the Bay, a Fountain I saw,
my Eye
beheld,
rising,
rising beautifully out of the Bay,
a Fountain,
a resplendent, up-rushing Fountain of illuminated Water,
a Living Fountain I saw there filled with Light;
a Fountain I saw composed of up-rushing, arching streams
of subtle Fire & Water mixed,
a Fountain rising into the Air over
Such a beautiful, such an uncanny & fiery-lit Fountain
I
saw!
And
there,
rising in the midst of the topmost up-rushing sprays,
amidst scintillating, shimmering veils that appeared
out of Air,
a figure
I saw!
A radiant Divine Figure I realized I saw—
Goddess of this place & of this coast, as I came
to know Her,
I saw standing atop, as if in mid-air hovering there,
at the
topmost of the Fountain,
showered in the glimmering of transparent, iridescent veils
of emerald, sapphire, ruby, silver & gold,
a vibrant shimmer all about Her as if at one with Her
in the continuous up-rushing of the Fountain’s myriad
sprays
that diamond scintillated like the Sun upon sea;
She hovered out of the midst of the topmost arching
sprays
of this extraordinary Fountain born out of the deep before
me.
She was sharing the Waters from the depths of the Fountain,
out of the depths of the Bay, through the up-rushing Waters
of the Fountain itself,
She was sharing these Waters in the open Air above,
under the open sky,
I saw Her as the supreme
Revelation of the Fountain—
For She was not simply in
the Fountain, but was as if
at one with it,
for all was scintillating as one.
Divine Image of soul She was
to become for me,
She hovered out of the Fountain as beautiful as was
said
of Aphrodite of old.
And
the Eye of me
opened more & so I saw more:
I saw Her scintillating
Form as if in a sort of fast frame motion
continuously transforming:
She was not of one phenomenal form only, however She
would at first appear,
but was
of many forms, numerous forms—
Goddesses that were all guises of one Goddess I saw
in Her.
And though the Divine Figure first appeared to me
as an ever-changing Goddess,
She
was in fact more—
She was a dynamically shapeshifting figure
revealing multitudes
of Divine Forms,
She was the Form of all the Divine Forms I saw,
for I saw Her as the Divine Androgyne,
appearing as both
Goddess and God—
the Female & Male in-one of the Divine.
I saw Her then as Divine Shapeshifter—revealing all Divine Figures
as if emanations of the facets of one Formless Light,
as if a Sun-embedded crystal of liquid one might behold.
Indeed, I saw Her as the
Goddesses & Gods of all times & places,
in all the guises of their appearing to human experience
& imagination,
She could reveal the Form of each Divinity,
She
could embody
as the particular Divine Power for a people, in a place,
for that time—
She hovered in the mid-air of the Fountain before me,
the Shapeshifter Divine—
And
each Power I saw She was
could further embody itself in human form,
for Her face revealed now the face after face, the numberless
faces
of those born of Earth—
Now
I saw a continuously changing, whirling mosaic of persons
play out
across the veils that shimmered as at one with Her,
for all
persons of all ages I saw She was:
The
infant & child & youth that through Her Form grew;
the young
men & women, the young & old mothers & fathers;
and the
old, old elders & those breathing their last—
The
passing, always changing, mortal form as myriad as the stars
I saw.
And
now stories, like moving pictures,
played out
across those shimmering veils of Her protean Form:
Stories
my mind’s Eye saw of all peoples of all times & places—
going back & further
back, the stories of all global tribal peoples,
of peoples
of ancient city states, of empires, of civilizations rising
& falling;
peoples of
the modern nations, their stories,
&
of a worldwide growing humanity numbering in the billions;
stories of
emergence & flourishing, stories of disappearances;
stories played
by the powerful of tyrants, despots, & rulers,
of warrior
heroes & their followers,
of the enslaved & of the oppressed;
stories of
the famous & obscure, of the wealthy & of the poor
& of
the outcast;
stories of
the wise teachers, of builders & artists & thinkers;
stories of
the great lovers & great adventurers;
stories of
great friendships & great causes & of revolutions;
stories of
secret societies & dark conspiracies, of Dark Ages
& the
flowering exuberances of Renaissance;
stories of
the brilliant loners & always the legions of the untold faces
of the
faceless masses:
I
saw the parade of all, I saw a history
of our human Story
play out
in all
upon those shimmering veils—
The
pageantry of the Great Story of evolving humanity
I saw
upon those
shimmering veils.
And
the private
&
collective sufferings of all who have embodied
on this
Earth
strummed through
me such chords of sadness & compassion!
As
if I heard there a Melody, a Melody aching for an answer—
It
was for an answer the Vision itself would one day
in its
fulfillment be!
For
I saw the human Story of us
as the
Labyrinth of soul, and saw in its corridors
such endless
suffering—
Such
suffering I saw, such grieving, such misery & agony
in faces—
I
saw untold misfortunes, untold tragedies, untold murder
& mass genocide!
I
saw the sick & diseased, the disabled & mangled;
I
saw the justly & unjustly accused & saw the sentenced;
I
saw the ruined & wasted & numberless regret-filled lives;
& countless
the victims I saw—
of disasters,
of heinous crimes,
of wartime
atrocity, of political oppression & regimes of madmen
who murdered
millions.
Millions
upon millions who suffered & screamed I saw,
before sword & spear,
before crucifixion & fires of Inquisition,
before the
gun & cannon & rapid fire modern machinegun,
before the
bombs dropped & missiles targeting
& exploding;
and to witness the terror & torture,
the gas
poison, the mass graves, of a World War Holocaust;
I
saw those too who were vaporized & who vanished
beneath the
flash of the great Bomb.
Endless
millions upon millions, forgotten throughout the Ages,
such a
spectacle of human suffering I saw there
that my
heart took the stab again & again to witness it all—
Too
much, too much, too much had suffering taken place
on this
tiny orb in the great, ceaselessly changing,
yet remaining
ever the Same, the ever & ever,
always-newly-revealing Universe.
Endless
struggle, endless conflict, endless suffering!
And
always the questions,
Why? And
for what?
All
of Earth's peoples I saw,
stretched in
endless cinematic parade,
generation upon
generation, from primeval past
to what
future to come, for all persons upon Earth
flowed through
this Vision of Her, as She flowed
as woven
embodiment through all persons of Earth.
And She parted
lips & She spoke, words that to this day
still echo
in my Ear:
I
am Psyche of all peoples
I
am the soul complete
My
Thread of Gold
the new
World Fabric
And
the Eye of me opened even more,
and even
more was revealed—
All
forms upon Earth I saw She was: All the Earthborn
of all
creatures: those creeping & running & swimming & flying;
creatures great & small,
prodigal & rare, of past & present,
creatures of
millions of species across the multi-millions of years
of life
on Earth
She
gave birth to;
and of
all plant splendor across the Lands
and of
the all-one-interconnecting of the even greater Ocean—
From
giants among trees to microscopic plankton of the sea,
Her
Form gave birth;
She
was the living Soul of Earth, giver of life to all Her oceans
& rivers,
Her
lush forests & jungles & wild plains & prairies, fields
boundless
of such
bounty,
Her
orchards of all fruits;
and across
deserts & trackless cold tundra Her presence also I saw;
and to
even minerals & crystals, ores & pure metals Her Form
gave birth;
and even
the very gases of the atmosphere She moderated
for all
the life of Her;
to all
forms of Earth Her Form gave birth—
Psyche
of all forms of Earth rose beautiful as the Fountain
before me,
there,
hovering beautifully
in the
Fountain.
(In
a dream of that time
I
saw Psyche the Shapeshifter in brilliant
color
changing before
me moment to moment
—I
saw stare back at me a moment the masked face
of the
falcon—my sparrow hawk—,
its eyes looking into my eyes.)
And
in my Vision,
Psyche’s
arms—multiple arms She would often
display—
I
saw She opened in a gesture of compassion,
like a
Divine Mother.
In
this Vision I saw was the promise of redemption,
a new hope
for all peoples & creatures, for Earth itself,
no matter
what our uncertain, near future would bring—
What
harrowing changes would certainly still come!
But
the trials, the struggles, of mortal evolution
would not
be in vain!
This
is my return, She sang,
Divinity
of soul I am—
Soul
of Earth I am,
&
of all that is living
upon Earth.
Out
of this Bay, birthplace of Psyche’s manifestation,
at this,
the dawning of the New Age of Her liberation
after centuries
of soul repressed, ignored, forgotten,
reduced by
the Modern to nothing more
than a
word abstraction,
She
rose
rose beautiful
She
rose beautiful over the Bay
She
rose as beautiful as Aphrodite of old.
And
I was witness:
At
the top of the up-rushing Living Fountain She was
of the
radiance of gold,
and She
held Her hands with palms outward,
and out
of the palms of Her hands sprang seeds of Light,
seeds of
Light that streamed outward, going into the world,
streams of
the Light of individuals—Lightworkers—working
their Light
into the world;
streams of
all the future illuminations that would guide me
upon my path;
and from
her mouth a Golden Word—The
MYTHOS—She spoke,
and like
a Melody drawn forth, the Word drew itself forth
& circled
around Her,
a spiralling Golden Thread
it was;
and I saw
that She was continuously woven & rewoven
by the
Thread She was;
and this
Thread She was also went forth into the world,
a Golden
Thread composing a revitalized living language
that would
tell of all the stories I saw, and would weave them,
and in
so doing transform them, throughout Her Form
that births
all forms upon Earth—
The
Golden Thread wove itself into the Fabric of the world,
and in
so doing, transformed the Fabric of the world.
Then
I saw the Fountain before me amazingly as a Tree,
a Tree
whose every leaf scintillated brilliantly,
&
from this myriad-glinting-leafed of an illuminated Tree
flowed the
enchantment of a Melody—
It
was the Melody I had heard so many years before,
as far
back as I could remember, into my youth,
so many
years
& years before.
Psyche
Divine was a singing Tree upon the Waters,
a radiant,
living Tree of Song—
It
was a Song of Her transformative Divine Love
for this
Earth,
a Song
of a new World Fabric to be woven
across this
Earth,
as a New Earth.
Psyche!
revealing the
multi-facets of all faces of Divinity,
I
saw as the Divine Integrator of all faiths, all Paths,
of all
the teachings of the world Traditions—
All
peoples I saw participated in the Divine Body
of Psyche.
And
as I looked into this Fountain,
into its
depths from out the Bay,
there,
deep, deep within it, going deep into this deepest of bays,
there I
beheld
the Sun—
The
Sun, the thermonuclear Sun, held its secret
in the
deep heart of the Fountain!
And
Psyche,
the Divine Figure of the Fountain
I beheld,
now merged Herself once again
with the Fountain,
as She was at one with the Fountain;
and into Itself, the Fountain
rushed & rushed inward
& withdrew,
a central Flame gathering Itself
into Itself,
rushing downward,
descending beneath the shimmering surface
of the Bay,
returning Itself to the Sun, there,
deep within the Bay—
The Waters of the Fountain
merged again
with the Pacific waters of our
beautiful
And
I came to realize
that here,
given to me in Vision,
was the
new Water Bearer spoken of
of the
Ages.
And
this Vision She was
was a Seed—
I
am the Seed you must plant
in the heart,
you must
nurture in the heart,
She
said, She said.
And
soon, as I witnessed
the Fountain of the Bay again & again,
as She appeared out of the Fountain,
She was to reveal more—
This
Seed in your heart
now planted,
I
am this Seed
I
am the Tree
I
am the Song of the glory
of this
Earth
I
am the New Life
Little did I know then that this would be the answer
to the lifelong suffering of my soul—
Little did I know then until in recent years that this was
the saving power transformed of the image of the greatest
danger
perpetually haunting us
of my generation—
Since childhood that image had imprinted itself in me,
the very real image of the Mushroom Cloud prophesizing
our annihilation.
And
in the period
of the lost, obscure years of
my life,
as I was finding my difficult
way through the Labyrinth,
I came to channel various lessons
of Psyche,
as She
revealed them to me,
I wrote these lessons down
as they came to me,
transcribing what I heard, as I was able,
into poems,
and through
these dark, Plutonian,
labyrinthine-descending, self-eclipsed years
when I apprenticed myself nightly
to the Moon,
the ever-changing,
I
developed a relationship
with Psyche—
Psyche, through Her various guises—as the astrological
Planetary Powers so often She would
appear—,
would come to me & guide me
down the various corridors
of deepening
soul.
It
was in the Labyrinth
that I came to see this life of
ours was
would come moments I would come
upon
& encounter once again
the Fountain—
A singing Fountain suddenly
would spring forth
in front
of me,
& Psyche would be hovering
in its up-rushing sprays,
& Psyche would say,
Come,
taste of the Waters of the Fountain,
cup your
hand & taste & realize
this is
what you’ve always yearned for—
These
are the Waters of Memory.
One
sip of divine Water,
one taste,
and you want nothing less
than taste after taste after taste.
And
so I would approach the Fountain,
reach down with cupped hand, I tasted
of these Waters,
and I realized that this is what
I had always yearned for,
for these were indeed the Living
Waters of Memory,
which are the Living Waters of Spirit
in the act of manifesting
in our
world.
I remembered that all these
years I was on an ongoing
journey—
the journey to Memory.
And Psyche would then say,
Come,
enter the Fountain—
Come,
strip away your past, your limitations,
your conditioning,
strip away
your fear & your shame—
Do
not be afraid.
Come,
step into these Waters,
and join
me, in the Fountain.
And
I would
with some trepidation step into
the Fountain
& immediately be swept
up into the geyser rush of its flow—
Imagine the exhilaration, the
continuous intensity,
the rushing sound of Water through
the ears!
There, I would hover, mid-air,
in this rush of illumination,
& Psyche, next to me, would
teach me while hovering in this flow,
She would teach me of the planetary
energies coming in
beyond my
Ego—
They are known as the Powers
of Uranus, Neptune,
& Pluto.
As
the Waters
from beneath the surface of the
Fountain
were drawn up into its up-rushing
flow,
Psyche would say,
All
that is hidden is to be revealed.
All
that has been repressed, ignored, forgotten,
all that
has been covered up, kept secret
in conspiracies
of worldly power,
will be
revealed.
Who
opens to me will come to see
eventually
all revealed
in the Light.
And
Psyche said to me,
Once
you have found me,
do not
let go of me—
I
am the Rock
in the
storms to come.
I
am the Diamond
in today’s
world of confusion.
So I came to enter the Fountain
again & again,
and over time I realized that
this was the Fountain
of Unlimited
Creativity—
For
at the heart of the Fountain,
always almost too much to gaze upon,
radiated the inexhaustible Sun, our
life-giving, superabundant Sun—
To enter the Fountain &
to stand in the up-rushing continuous flow
of Water
laced with the intensity
of Fire—
This was the continuous flow
of creation,
the continuous wanting to come
of the Invisible into the world.
To hover in the mid-air of
the Fountain—imagine, that one
could live in a perpetual flow of
inspiration, of meteoric intuition,
of the
thermonuclear pressure
into manifestation—
This was the continuous creative
flow expressive
of the New Self born of the super-creative
potential that is Soul.
All limitations of form, of
materiality, of physicality, someday
the possibility
that they would be limitations no more;
all conditioning, assumption,
doctrine, mere secondhand belief,
knowledge gone
stale,
burned away
to make new a direct seeing
&
a direct knowing.
Soul was liberated in the Fountain
to realize itself as Psyche,
Spirit come-to-us anew.
And I came to realize that
Psyche was the Living Image
of the Living Divinity of my
own Higher Self.
No longer the questionable
Old Father God
who now
provokes our suspicions,
no longer God abstract &
infinitely remote,
but the Living Divinity of Higher
Self
was to
me
revealed—
And
so much Psyche revealed!
The coming of civilization-transformative
contact
with Other Intelligence that already
had been occurring
surreptitiously, episodically, in worldwide
undeniable
multitudes of
sightings & visitations,
She
gave me insights into.
And in the other-dimensional
worlds of the astral-psychic
out of which so many invisibles
were making themselves
apparent to
us,
Psyche, manifesting from an
even higher place,
through that
realm
would,
I saw,
be our
guidance among them
in that
realm—
This
was the Next Level
breaking through into our world,
the universal mind field where
other Intelligences
already long
ago were the adepts of,
& some among them there were
who would encourage us &
welcome us
in our evolutionary rite of passage
that Psyche
to me
spoke of.
Psyche
would say,
You
must prepare
for the
different encounters,
prepare for
a greater & greater encounter—
For
the form
I
may take
how I
may come in apparent physical
manifestation
Prepare
yourself.
I
am your guide to the bewildering complexity
of the multidimensions.
I saw Psyche then as The MYTHOS of futurity—
And
Psyche said,
I
will teach you of Divine Androgyny,
I
will reveal the multidimensionality
of your
Higher Self,
and how
you can manifest as many-in-one—
There
will come a day when you too will learn
how to
shape shift.
I
tell you, there is coming such a day.
As
I am, you are the potential to be—
We
will merge fully someday.
And
Psyche said,
Do
you see, poet,
that once
you have discovered me,
once you
have bonded to me,
and a
relationship we have developed,
any direction
into human reality you can go
and I
will be there with you as your illumination.
Knowing
me, all realms that human reality opens to
open to
you.
I
am your Guide to lead you through the Labyrinth.
Through
Psyche’s Vision,
as I was shown, I saw advancing
upon us from
from over the summit of the
a new, ominous figure huge appear—
The new superpower of us,
the modern-born, worldly God Psyche
named for me
Technos
in a Vision I saw,
I saw It rising
into the sky atop Loma Prieta,
its monstrous mile-high android
figure looming over us.
I witnessed in those years
the initial encounters between them,
here, on the cliffs of The Cruz
on the
the encounters between the new
God of technology
& Divinity of soul—
Technos,
a commanding presence upon Loma
Prieta had,
was challenged by Psyche rising
in Her Fountain
over the
Bay,
for Psyche
was coming among us
to challenge the superpower rule
of Technos;
I wrote of these encounters
as I witnessed them,
the Story
begun
of Technos & Psyche,
of their conflict & of their
struggle,
Psyche revealing to me the
global intention of Technos,
to dominate & rule the world,
the obsession of will
to absolute
power
that would
potentially enslave
or destroy
us all.
It was Psyche’s prophecy,
however, & Psyche’s struggle,
that their ultimate, needful integration
would someday be
the essence
of the Aquarian New Age dispensation.
I saw Psyche as The MYTHOS of new Revelation.
Psyche!
You are Illumination that BEING Itself fountains
forth!
In the Fountain I would witness
the Threads
of the streams of illuminated
Water all around me,
which were the Threads woven of
the World Fabric.
Threads! Threads! Threads!
Threads upon Threads,
layered & textured, continuously
weaving themselves,
interconnecting, interpenetrating, manifesting
into the Visible
as veils
upon veils,
as the
great Veil manifesting,
the great Maya of human reality.
Psyche would point out to me
the streaming Threads,
and as I focused & as I looked
hard, I saw them
as streaming specificities of
an originary language,
but how
fast they streamed by—
For the human mind I saw them
as Threads of a possible telling,
but streaming, streaming by so
quickly, so quickly
they streamed
by,
that my mental hands could not
grasp them,
for they were as water flowing
through my fingers.
Said
Psyche,
Can
you grasp a Thread, can you hold it?
You
cannot.
But
can you slow it down just enough
& begin
to read the words they would be composed of?
What
language is this, poet?
Such
is the ability of the Gods, who can read
the omnidirectional Threads
of the continuous moments
of creation.
It
is the Golden Thread that is woven illumination,
Melody & Vision
of an Ear
& Eye able to co-create
at a
vibration the Threads themselves manifest at—
To
unweave & reweave the World Fabric
with the
Golden Thread—
Poet,
that is your Calling, & that is your Path.
And
Psyche revealed Herself,
I
am the Golden Thread,
& I
will teach you to spin the Thread
of what
is entering the world.
For
I am entering the world.
I
am entering the Fabric.
And
Psyche said,
Tree
of New Life I am
you sing
March 2006 / March
2007