This Refugee’s Heart Forever Longs

I was a refugee once. I knew nothing of an “American dream,” nor did I seek economic prosperity or opportunities. Nothing about your dollar called me. I came here because the army in my country was getting paid one million dollars by your government to kill people like me.

There are so many of us who came here, not to find a better life, but simply to survive. A better life? For life, period.

The road is dangerous for most. We know it well. You risk aggressions, robbery, rape, and death. You give yourself to the fates, the blessing of the elements, and the hope for the kindness of the brotherhood of humans.

You are grateful when you arrive, but you know the ordeal has just begun.

I was lucky to have been able to prove I was persecuted back home, for being a student of Philosophy, for working for war refugees, for speaking up for justice and a better world. Those were my crimes. That made me dangerous. I considered myself fortunate. I arrived to the US unscathed, and I stayed without once being detained. I went to court, and I was able to prove my case. I was one of less than 2% of Salvadorans granted political asylum. The Reagan administration was adamant to not grant any more than that, lest the public knew what he was really doing to my people. I was lucky. There were so many more more deserving, more in need, and more invisible.

The love for your family forces you to suffer all indignities in a place where you don’t feel alive. Between a cold hell and the fear of death, you take one more step each day towards a future where perhaps your children will feel like they have a place to call home. 

For the love of them you leave the people you love and the land where your spirit thrives. For them you accept as normal a life of racism, police harassment, and the indignities of always being the lesser, the other, the silent forgotten. For the sake of your children you give up even the hope of truly belonging to the society you give your life and work to.

Your mind is forever now on the day to day issues of survival, raising children who forget your language and adopt the manners of the people who won’t ever see you as one of them. Your aspiration is to one day see your children happy. Your mind settles for the hope of one day being normal, but the heart forever longs for that place where you once felt a human being.

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The Golden Flower, pt 3: enlightened analysis by Paul Rovelli

This is a deep and accurate presentation of the import of part 3 of my book, The Golden Flower. Enjoy!

Part Three of The Golden Flower is titled: “And in the Philosopher’s Garden Lives the Scent of the Golden Flower.” The first chapter, ‘The Beast’ jumps right at the reader in the opening; especially the Thelemic reader. The Dreaming is turned from a process of consciousness and given a life as an objective being. It becomes the Holy Guardian Angel in the form of a beast that is the dream and the Augoeides. The Beast being the sun in Thelema, the second chapter, ‘Dream is a Dealing with Light’ follows with the Kyote identifying himself as the dream immersed in the light; he (or each of us) is the perceiver and the perception.

His attitude is as one hunting himself, so that in finding oneself, one realizes oneself as mastering the dream. “The only thing beyond the Dreaming itself is the pure, unblemished nothingness–just the silent sound of the eternal.” So that in the third chapter, “The Other Self”, the opening sentence offers the complementary theme: “When you are born, so that your physical body can have a form, a creature of light and shadow is fused to your body–an energy form with its own thoughts, feelings, likes and dislikes. This dual structure of bodies that posits “the other self” as “the dream self” or in Magick, the Augoeides. Waking in the lucid dream is but the first part of the word. The dremaing self must also wake in the physical body. The abstraction of consciousness is the key to the transformational magick of the White School of Magick and its dualist philosophy.

The fourth chapter lives up to its being the namesake of the book. The Kyote literally gives us the LOGOS and feeds us ‘the word’–showing us how IT is consciousness. IT is the Dreaming and the Lotus upon which Brama forever flaots–the Golden Flower. And the chapter fully delivers this to the reader as a sensibility, as the Kyote’s words seem to reach directly into one’s soul. The Golden Flower is ‘literally’ presented; pun intended. The Yellow Rose is but a tone given to the coloration of the Rosy Cross. It can clearly be seen that this chapter is the sumation of the Magick that perfectly draws from both Thelema and the Toltec.

The atmosphere of the fifth chapter: ‘The Going’ shares with us the afterglow from the peak experience of the previous chapter. We realize here that the Golden Flower; the book itself is a talisman, being the Wanga of a most magnificent Obeah. The Kyote’s words as much remind us of the afterglow of an LSD experience; the psychedelic sensibility being preeminant in this chapter. And the sixth chapter: ‘The Three Keys’ closes out this marvelous tome with the Kyote giving us Hadit, Nuit and Ra-Hoor-Khuit in that order; or you might say point, counterpoint and transcendent point.

Hadit is the god that never sleeps; eternally insatiate, and Nuit becomes the girl in the Universe Atu, with her reflection, as if the Kyote’s marvelously reflective images were pulled from Liber 231. And Ra-Hoor-Khuit is this god who “would that, in his eternal wakefulness, he’s always been srrounded by this eternal, unmoving, untouchable abyss behind him. The Kyote’s words make this chapter one long incantation. All that’s left for the reader is but ‘TO DO.’

By Paul Rovelli, director of The Gnostic Church of L.V.X.

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Letters from a Thief

Eduardo Galeano, the famous South American journalist who wrote The Open Veins of Latin America, was rumored to have a treasure hidden in his home. Inevitably, a thief came to his house one day and, finding an ancient looking chest, took it with him. Hoping to find gold or jewels, the thief opened the trunk once he took it to a safe place, only to find it filled with personal letters. They were all the love letters Eduardo Galeano had received during his long life.

Galeano, of course, was sad. They were vignettes of a life lived with passion and love. The thief, recognizing the value the letters had, a value worthy only to Galeano and to no one else, decided to return them. However, he did not return them all at once. He sent one each week.

Each Thursday, Eduardo Galeano waited with a heart full of anticipation for the mailman, who knowing the story would have the letter of the week in his hand already, waiving it happily for Galeano who ran to receive this missive of love.

Of course, nothing was being returned to Galeano that he did not already have, but the fact that he was getting what he thought lost, and that it was coming to him in such a fashion led him to receive the letters and read them again with such love and enthusiasm that they created in him something beyond what he had lived.

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The Silent Nothing Behind the Self

The future seems
like it hasn’t happened
yet,
but it is like another room
in your house,
and you just have to walk
into it.
You have been moving through
aeons of life
in one form
or another,
and this human
experience is only
a fraction of
what you have
been experiencing.
Disengage your consciousness
from what the senses
are experiencing
now.
Even the thought
that says
“I Am”
is not really
you.

~Poetically curated notes by Season Cole from a lecture by Koyote The Blind.

This Lifetime Is a Simulation

This lifetime you have been experiencing has been a simulation. You can take your body, feelings, emotions, and personal history, as a hologram that still needs to be created and transformed.

How do you come to see this?

By seeing yourself, every moment, as an eternal being projected into a shifting and every changing dream. Train your perception by constantly seeing your experience as a dream.

Where is this dream coming from? It comes from where every dream comes. It is a projection from the same source where your sense of self is created. See the world around you? That is a dream. At the center of this dream, find your own center of attention, always engaged with the dream. That which carries this attention, you call your self.

You are a vehicle for your attention. Your vehicle is also part of the dream.

Your life and the self that is experiencing your lifetime are projections from a hidden, vast, and unknowable source. It dreams all dreams, and dreams itself over and over as the self of every sentient being.

How can you trigger the transformation of the hologram? How do you make this dream evolve into a transformational experience?

Go beyond seeing your experience as a dream, and see all sentient beings as the avatars of the same infinite unknown behind your own sentience.

Be a friend of He who is behind all sentient beings and who is inside each instant.

Read more in my soon to be released Teachings of a Toltec Survivor

Training in Lucidity—a key to the higher planes

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During an ordinary dream, the untrained person is not aware of any other plane of existence than the dream. In becoming lucid, however, he becomes aware of another plane, the one he calls “reality.” This awareness allows him to become lucid, because he remembers himself in the higher plane of the waking. If he manages to remain conscious of both, as a shaman does even when in the waking, the dreamer becomes not only aware of another plane of existence, but he also acquires power over the dream he experiences.

What is a higher plane, for the purpose of this manual? The difference between an ordinary dream and what most people call “reality”, is that the experience in the dream, as real as it can feel at times, is not as saturated with reality as the world of the waking. For the shaman, all planes of existence are real, but some are more real than others. Some planes have a stronger gravitational pull on our essence, and they seem to have a denser force about them. A higher plane, therefore, is for the shaman a plane of existence that feels more real than the lower plane.

In this way, the shaman seems to have powers ordinary people do not.

Read more in my book, Dreaming’s Gate: A Key to the Higher Dimensions.

 

 

The key to the Inner planes: attention.

There is an ability we all have, and if you train it with intent, it will allow you to consciously go from the waking to the dreaming at will. In fact, it will allow you to move to other planes of existence. Every night, when we fall asleep, we withdraw our attention from the stimuli of the senses and place it on the inner world our mind is creating. We move our attention from the external world and place it on the inner. We do this automatically. We can learn to do it voluntarily.

Learn to withdraw your attention from one plane and place it on another, at will.

If your attention is placed on the external world, on the stimulation coming from your physical senses, then you will withdraw your attention from the inner world of the dreaming. But, if you know that the dreaming is always there, it is a matter of just moving your attention from the world your senses perceive and placing it on the inner world.

This movement might seem hard to do at first, but it is actually very, very simple and easy. It is so easy that we do it every day and every night. The difficulty is not in withdrawing the senses from one plane and placing it on another, since we do that every day. The difficulty is learning to do it at will.

It is a movement, a switch, we have been doing automatically, like breathing and the beating of our heart; but just like breathing, we can also decide to do it voluntarily.

You can always choose where your attention will be placed.

Control your attention,

and the worlds will open their bounty

to your experience.

Check out The Golden Flower for more on this.

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The Key of Shamans for Voyaging In the Higher Planes

The trick to having access to other planes of existence is to realize that we exist in different places simultaneously.

When you are playing a video game, your consciousness is both in the room where your physical body is and in the avatar that is moving and experiencing the game environment at the same time. When you immerse yourself in the story line, your consciousness identifies with the actions and experiences of the avatar and you feel like what is happening to it is also happening to you. You might even forget your physical surroundings at moments. You suffer, fear, and enjoy as the avatar does. When you have to adjust your back, have some food, or answer a question in the room where your physical body exists, you pull your consciousness and your identity away from the gaming avatar and into your physical form.

The same principle is active whenever you dream.

When you dream, you create a dream avatar. This dream avatar is designed to move in and experience the environment created in the dreaming. You create a dreaming self through which you experience the dream. Are you not also in your physical body? Of course you are. You are in both your physical body and in your dream body simultaneously.

How much you perceive the dream as “real” depends on the level of abstraction and identification you attain in that dream. As your consciousness abstracts from the stimuli of the physical senses, your attention naturally fixates itself on the stimuli coming from the dreaming. Similarly, when you wake up and the attention moves from the dreaming to the physical world around you, the dreaming fades to the background and places itself on the signals coming through the physical senses.

We must understand, however, that we are always dreaming.

When we are awake and our attention is centered in the physical world around us, the subconscious continues to dream. There are inner dialogues going on inside us, images of past events, judgements about what is going on right now, questions popping up, and even full on dreams unfolding in the subconscious. Yes, the dream world does not stop just because we woke up. The dream continues, we just withdraw our attention from it and place it fully on the waking.

If during our waking life we happen to withdraw our attention from the stimuli of the physical senses, we experience day dreams, and at times even full on dreams, even if we are not sleeping. When we fall asleep, we withdraw our attention from the physical senses almost completely and therefore we enter fully into the action of the dream world.

The same thing can be said when we are dreaming. It is not that the waking world is not there. The physical world is still there, we just have withdrawn our attention from it. Notice that even though we close our eyes when we sleep, our five senses continue to operate. The skin registers temperature and movement just like when it is awake. The ear drums continue to receive sound vibrations. The nose continues to receive and register smells. In fact, even the eyes continue to receive light through closed eyelids. Yet, even though the senses still operate, we do not seem to be aware of the stimuli. This is because we do not really stop receiving it, but simply withdraw our attention from it.

This, then, is the key to learn to consciously go from the waking to the dreaming, and indeed to any other plane of existence where we have formed a body:

You must learn to withdraw your attention from one plane and place it on another at will.

Read more in my book, Dreaming’s Gate. This is available for preorder on Kindle.

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I am a Dreamer

I, too, found myself making a home of a place that called me alien.
I, like you, was uprooted without knowing why.
More than once, my name was taken, and my dreams turned nightmares.

Away from home and mine,
awake in a hostile land,
I dreamt me an infinite land.

Where you and all can live,
Love,
Be,
And dream.

Dream, dreamer, dream.
Dream this dream that make us true:
A land of justice and love.

Dream with me the future true.

Dream, for the time of waking comes.
And in the wake world the high dreams are Law.