Knowledge is a Rumor Unless it is Embodied
Flocks of birds fly high and vanish;
A single cloud, alone, calmly drifts on.
Never tired of looking at each other—
Only the Jingting Mountain and me.
Unlike the InDios, we fear the Earth, and as well, we fear animals. We fear them because they are spirit
presences! As long as they are around, we are continually reminded that Earthly presences
are more than we are — more animated, more alive, more spirit-filled, more soul-filled…. and embodied, and thus
more HERE. A landslide or a mudslide can kill us in an instant, as can a lion, a bear, a wolf. Who then is the real power?
The dulled response is to pretend that mountains and nature and plants and animals are ‘over there’ and are ‘less’ than
us, but there is no ‘us’ but only a concept “us”, just as there is no ‘over there’ when we meet the mountain or meet the
animals within the soul place where we are already together but don’t know it since our lives are disembodied.
A performance artist, that is, someone who meets the world in the way just described, re-members the one-ness place.
Marina Abramovic is such an artist, and if we enter into her meeting the soul of another and open that same way to meet
Earth, that, is through divine body encountering divine body, then we are truly HERE, embodied and human.
Spend time with this remarkable performance artist, and after doing so go outside and meet an Earth presence.
Then, read this article on the demise of everything of earth except, seemingly the “human being”:
The creatures left — during and after the demise of Earth — are not human, no hu-mus, no ongoing experience of
embodiment, for embodiment only happens when body meets body. One way, perhaps the only way to meet this
situation, provided it is still possible to detect one’s humanness, is to meet Earth as Marina Abramovic meets a person.
In 2010, more than 75,000 people stood in line at Marina Abramović’s MoMA retrospective for the chance to sit
across from her and communicate with her nonverbally in an unprecedented durational performance that lasted more
than 700 hours.
Mariana Abramovic speaks of how she sat and met, really met, literally thousands of people when
she practiced her art at the Museum of Modern Art. That such an event took place there — at a museum —
already suggests that she is visiting something, enacting something going or gone extinct — the Earth-Us.
She says that one very simple thing is necessary to meet another as One: Breathe! I suggest she means ‘belly-breathe’,
that is, breathe deeply, not as we do, shallowly, which is head-breathing. Remember, in an earlier blog, it was
mentioned that the Original people noticed that babies belly-breathe, so they helped them continue
doing so all through life.
Perhaps enter into a ‘breathing-practice’, where it is possible to meet ‘breathing’. For breathing is one of those
“more than us” moments that we have usurped and have made into us, that is, something we do. That is, breathing is
spirit/soul presence accompanying us and not an act that is “ours” alone. Such a practice is awfully easy; close your eyes,
sit in the Silence, start extending the belly and letting air enter, noticing as you look at the inward darkness within,
it comes closer and closer.
In breathing, we are visited by “Holy Breath”. When She comes, it is a moment of coming alive — not
unlike someone who seems to have drowned and is suddenly visited by “Holy Breath”. We would
feel something like the person awakened from drowning, at least a sense of awe at the presence of
Holy Breath, and we would also recognize our response of love as the soul/spirit being we are
breathes out to meet Her.
(Photo by Geraint Smith)
Taos Mountain, The Sacred Mountain of the Pueblo Indians — at Sunset
It is sacred because they met and continue to meet it in sacred embodiment
Turning Abstract Earth Concepts toward Earth Consciousness
An Orientation To the Practical Work; Getting through the Crisis of All Crises
It has been a long time since the last post. Sometimes nothing comes. The truly astounding contemplative artist, Agnes
Martin, would never paint unless something arrived in imagination, fully formed. One time she waited three years without
painting anything. I began to feel it might be that long or longer before writing another post. It is time for a turn.
It is time to begin work with the very large concern — what to do, following upon the endeavor of finding the inner sense
of the soul of this land of America lived by those who were/are the land.
The difficulties with this endeavor — as it heads toward action, are many. The most apparent difficulty is that of our collective
consciousness. The kind of mental/intellectual consciousness we now live, without awareness, produces only more of itself.
As will become apparent once I start posting some of the new forms of ‘spiritual-earth’ contemplation, these contemplations
also have their own difficulty — that of being unable to ‘meld’ with the world of usual consciousness, producing a radical alteration
of consciousness. These contemplations are inspired by the way of life of the InDios, and produce astounding change, but
leave one living even more uncomfortably — while seeing more clearly.
Contemplation/meditation forges ways into fuller forms of consciousness. Contemplation/meditation alone cannot
alter anything in the world. To paraphrase James Hillman, who said of psychology, “We have had a hundred years of psychology and
the world is getting worse” — we have had thousands of years of contemplation and meditation and the world is decidedly getting worse.
Contemplative/meditative consciousness is vastly different than our usual, everyday consciousness. Contemplative experience
has to ‘translate’ into usual consciousness, which it cannot do as there is no language-bridging deep awareness into usual consciousness.
in the instance of ‘spiritual-earth’ awareness, we become awake with earth as spirit-presence and find ourselves painfully noticing more
and more deeply that America lives believing earth does not matter, while those who still know in their heart that earth/matter does matter
have no adequate tools of consciousness to do anything.
We speak of contemplation/meditation as if it were non-verbal, which it is not — we just don’t recognize the language and cannot hear it once
we return from the worlds of contemplation. We cannot remember in sufficient detail what happened because its ‘language’ does not translate
into ego-language. Further, in our time, meditation/contemplation is captured by usual consciousness, for one looks for the ways in which
practices can serve oneself. Attempts to orient contemplation/meditation to the world, as was tried, for example with TM meditation are
not effective. The David Lynch Foundation (that master of dark cinema who is also a primary advocate of changing the world through transcendental
meditation) took on the project of training one million young people in TM, and also supported setting up large group meditations in
the two enormous domed halls at Maharishi University in Iowa, holding 1500 people each ….. and the world is getting worse.
What made the founding invaders of this land violent and destructive, genocidal rather than friendly? This concern has kept me quiet these many weeks.
The invaders had already entered intellectual/mind consciousness which, when spiritually unrefined, as it was, turns quickly into ego-centered-consciousness
— trying to make everything ‘better’ for oneself. We are now at the apex of this invader genocidal-violent consciousness. This kind of destructive
consciousness develops through education and reading and thinking-about in the absence of coordinating outer and inner life through
earth-oriented contemplation. Individualized consciousness replaced communal earth-awareness — a moment in time where it becomes
utterly necessary to continue earth-awareness through contemplative means — but that did not happen.
So, think of the invaders as ‘educated’, not necessarily formally, but they came to know through the head, even way back then, while the original
people of this land were not educated — they were earth-initiated.
There was a time when Earth was not at all considered to be a separate planet. Earth was an aspect of the presence, movement, beauty, of ALL
the planets the sky, the stars, the sun and the moon –together with the presence of the human, together with the presence of nature and all her
creatures, a whole, in conjunction with the whole of the universe. And people experienced themselves as aspects of wholeness. The indigenous soul
never leaves this wholeness, life as initiation. Education without the accompanying earth-initiation severs this kind of awareness.
The separateness of Earth began codification with the astronomer Kepler — who only ‘scientized’ what had already emerged for “educated” humans.
He brought about the calculations that created the movements of the earth as separate from the other planets — he showed how to plot her ways
as if she were separate from the Wholeness of the cosmos. If you follow this mode out until now, we see it is the same attitude that originates our belief
that we are separate from each other, separate from the earth, separate from the cosmos. Kepler calculatively creates the greedy earth. And following upon this
separateness comes causal thinking. This kind of thinking follows the greedy-ing of earth, epitomized by natural science and gradually invading all
consciousness with causal thinking, made completely practical as technology. Not that this kind of consciousness should not exist — it should not
exist without earth-presence consciousness, both melded into one form, a new form of consciousness – neither contemplative per se nor
calculative causal thinking consciousness per se.
The original people of this land did not live according to causal consciousness!! They were very aware of change and being agents of change in the world
through ceremonially tending Earth creating and re-creating herself. We will reveal how such change can occur — white magic rather than the black magic
of ego-centered greed consciousness. We think we see the earth and the world and we are only looking at greed.
The Iroquois, Hiawatha, and the Way of Grief
The Legend of Dekanawida
The Iroquois are intimately linked with the roots of peace. The path of peace ( peace is not the opposite of war – think of it as the path of harmony) connects with the legend of Dekanawida (The name means “two river currents flowing together.” – we will see that these are the rivers of life and death.)
When Dekanawida grew to manhood he built his canoe of white stone (this is an image of going to the world of the dead — this is where we got to in the last two blogs — Coatlique). His intent was to stop the shedding of blood among human beings.
He crossed Lake Ontario in his canoe of white stone and approached the land of the Iroquois. The five Iroquois tribes were at war with one another. When they saw Dekanawida’s boat of white stone, they were filled with wonder.
Dekanawida brought the message of peace to the tribes. The message has three parts: Righteousness – justice between men and nations; Health – soundness of mind and body; Power – the authority of law and custom. (In the U.S. Constitution, which was modeled on these three principles – they became Life (Health), Liberty (Righteousness), and the Pursuit of Happiness (Power) ). These principles were to be worked out among the tribes in the Longhouse (This became Congress) – where there are many fires. The five nations live as one household – under one chief mother; the women have the power to name the chiefs. The Mother of Nations is called “New Face.”
This was the plan. But, it was not easy. The tribes practiced cannibalism at that time. Dekanawida went to the house of the ‘man who eats humans’. He climbed to the roof of this man’s dwelling and looked straight down the smoke hole. The man below was looking into the water of a kettle – he was about to cook a man. He saw Dekanawida’s face reflected in the water and he thought that it was his own face. He had never seen such wisdom and righteousness. He thought –“now I will no longer kill humans and eat their flesh”. He then asks if there is anyone who can tell him how to make amends. Dekanawida came down from the roof and sat with him. “The New Mind” has come to you – to heal the memories by working to make justice prevail and bringing peace to those places where you have brought pain.”
Dekanawida names this man Hiawatha (He who combs).
Dekanawida sent Hiawatha to visit Atotarho – a great and evil wizard. Hiawatha combs the snakes out of Atotarho’s hair… there is much more to the legend – this is the part we need to work with.
Dekanawida was an initiate who tries to introduce new spiritual principles – by going through the depths of soul (that is, one has to go inward and down – down to the region of Coatlique, for example –remember, her head is a vicious snake and she wears a skirt of snakes) – in fact, the Iroquois are related to the Mayans).
Hiawatha is a soul-being between two initiates – Dekanawida – good, and Atotarho – evil. He is an imagination of how we are to work with evil. Evil cannot be fought against because to do so requires using the means of evil to do so.
The clue to the beginning of the healing of greed: feeling the sorrow of Earth and her people; and an unending meeting of our ‘failures’ – shortcomings – not simply knowing about them, but meeting them in soul.
Hiawatha goes through extreme sorrow in seeking the transformation of Atotarho – that is, the transformation of evil. His three daughters and a fourth were killed.
He establishes the ritual of Condolence —- The ritual of Grieving
Hiawatha combing the Snakes out of one who is possessed by Otatarho
Wampum Beads with the White Tree of Peace
He invented wampum – we take that word to mean a form of money – initially it was not (later, in another blog, we will see what happened, how wampum became “money.. Wampum beads were a way of marking sorrowful stories. After the death of his family, he was wandering and came to Tully Lakes, where he walked in desolation, picking up shells. He threaded them onto three strings. Hiawatha says:
“If I found anyone burdened with grief even as I am, I would console them for they would be covered with the night and wrapped in the darkness. This would lift with words of condolence and these strings of beads would become words with which I would address them –
Presenting the first string of wampum beads to one grieving, he would say:“With these words, I wipe away the tears of your eyes so that you may see clearly”.
Presenting the second string, he would say: “With these words, I wipe away the obstruction from your ears so that you may once again have perfect hearing.”
Presenting the third string, he would say: “ With these words, I remove the obstruction from your throat so that you may once again have perfect speaking.
These are the basic three words of the Condolence Ceremony, calling people to the three principles of righteousness in conduct, health of body and mind, and equality among people.
You may know that the Iroquois influenced the forming of the American Constitution – it was modeled on their ways of the Longhouse and the way of Condolence. — this is long lost on us.The story just told contains within it the qualities of the Spiritual Way of America – which we have been getting to, which we have been touching into all along.
Cannibalism still goes on – eating one’s neighbor – cannibalism is a far better word that greed!
In this midst of the cannibalism of greed, the spiritual path of America is the spiritual path of life/death – and condolence.We do not see, do we – that the constant violence – bombings, school shootings, the lying, corporate cannibalism, are the pathology of the spiritual way of death, the spiritual way through death — if you do not die, you are killed! That is the pathology – killing – because the cannibalism of greed has not been seen as killing and killing as a way to avoid coming to terms, within oneself, with the great mystery of dying, that is, the dying of ego and the entering of soul. A mystery that needs to be met daily as a way of entering the deepest depth of soul. As a nation, and even as individuals, we no longer go through the mystery of dying, the mystery of soul; and we do not experience condolence (when 17 children are slaughtered, there is, at best, a moment of Silence – that passes as condolence, or a few political words); we cannot even phantom the three ways of condolence.
We either enter the way of death (do not take death here literally or you wind up right back where we are – killing) – or we are killed. Think of 9/11! It is a large picture of what is happening to us all. When greed takes over, we no longer go through dying. We are killed – by terrorism, tornadoes, floods, fires, hurricanes, Ebola, criminals. – these ways of being killed are a necessity in the absence of living the mystery of life/death happening each moment. ( It is important to deeply contemplate this – yes, we are the cause of earthquakes, volcanoes…and all the rest).
The choice is not one of living or dying – it is how we live with our dying. Greed denies death, chooses not to live with our dying – pretending that having everything we desire can kill consciousness of dying – and It does — it necessarily then means we meet our dying through violent means. It is a matter, for each of us – is death an angel or an executioner?
Approaching the Soul of America
The architecture of New York City, that of Wall Street and that of the 9/11 Memorial Plaza present pictures — images if held interiorly — of the Underworld of greed in contrast to the now opening Underworld that may
be the true source of the Soul of America! In this blog installment, I will work with the architectural images here and next time I will go more deeply into the imagination of the true soul of America.
I mentioned some time ago that the School of Spiritual Psychology did a soul retreat with a group of people to High Tor, and included a picture of Manhattan from the top of High Tor. The extraordinary contemplative sense of seeing Manhattan from High Tor was the strong and deep feeling that what was ‘over there’ in the distance, was at the same time right where we were standing at High Tor. And the experience was that of being in a holy place, not unlike the feeling one has in a place like Chartres Cathedral.
We later went into Manhattan — first to 911 Memorial Plaza and then to Wall Street. Two images of Wall Street — The Trump Building and the image of looking toward the end of Wall Street seeing Trinity Church Wall Street – the Episcopal Church. Here we are again TRINITY — in the last blog I spoke of the place of the detonation of the first Atomic bomb, the site called TRINITY — which is the opening into the anti-Trinity Underworld. Look, at these two images — Trinity Church Wall Street, and The Trump Building:
We did a contemplation — first with the Tump Building — this was in 2014 — long before Donald Trump had decided to run for president, as far as we knew. A quite strange experience occurred in the contemplation of the Trump Building, one that is pretty difficult to describe. The contemplation of the Trump Building was just like the experience at High Tor — the same kind of vibration — except without the holy sense that occurred at High Tor. And the contemplation of Trinity Church Wall Street was ‘flat’ — that is no particular holy sense, and no particular vibration — it was as if it were, as a vibratory phenomenon, ‘dead’, as if its radiance had bee usurped by Wall Street. Just descriptive. It is as if what was once alive as public spiritual presence is now usurped by an different kind of towering presence — that spiritual desire and longing has been replaced by desire for greed. Not just the Trump Building; it is one manifestation of the towering aspirations of greed. Greed is also not ‘bad’; it is a very important force, and lives within the soul of every human being — It is something we must all meet and, only when it goes beyond its boundaries and takes over — then it becomes destructive.
But, something else is also happening in “Manna-hata”. Let us go a few blocks, a very few, to 911 Memorial Plaza — a different Underworld.
The fountains of 911 Memorial Plaza do not spray water up. The cooling waters go into the Underworld (when this place is ‘seen’ imaginally).
Then, right across the street, there was another church — that was destroyed on 9/11, St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church. Later, in 2013, a new church was started, with a startling design by
the Spanish architect Santiago Calatrava. The design of the church is remarkable. At night, the light within the church shines through the stone walls of the church. Here is the design — not a tower pointing upward, but a very feminine downward motion — of the veil of Mary – Calatrava was very well aware of this:
In December, 2017, the church was not yet completed, and this was reported in the news:
“Severe financial mismanagement has prompted the Greek Orthodox Archdiocese of America to stop work on its St. Nicholas shrine at the World Trade Center.
The archdiocese, which raised $37 million in donations to pay for the Santiago Calatrava-designed shrine, ran out of funds, the New York Times reported. “Effective Dec. 5, 2017, Skanska USA has terminated its contract with the Greek Orthodox Archdiocese of America on account of GOA’s defaults in making payments,” Thomas Perry, the director of the project, wrote in a letter sent to subcontractors.”
“Severe financial mismanagement”— translate this as saying greedy planners, contractors, and management somehow took over, and the motion of ‘down and inward’, which is where America must go to find its soul
has been thwarted — at least for now. Or….. perhaps this Mary is a resonance of a divine feminine being in the Underworld, and this Mary points the way but is not the way? More on this next time.
Look closely at the photo of the church design above and then this icon of Mary. See how her form, from the place of the heart, becomes the form of the church — which not only
constitutes an imagination of a downward movement, but that this downward movement is also a movement into the body — the movement down rather than ‘up and out’, as is the case
with most religions and most forms of meditation. Watch the video below closely to see the relation of Mary to the form of the church.
Click on this link:
Then, there is one further image, another aspect of 9/11 Memorial Plaza, and another design by Santiago Calatrava. It is the Transit Hub. I saw the original designs of this hub. They were spectacular — a glass building that clearly, clearly evoked the presence of an angel. The city, however, made Calatrava re-design the building numerous times, claiming that his original design carried too many security risks. The hub is now completed. Here is what it looks like:
It is an astounding monstrous deviation from the original design (I looked everywhere for a photo of the original design and has been wiped away from every website). It is now finished, eight years behind schedule and at a cost of 4 billion dollars, twice the 2 billion estimate.
Still, it is imaginally significant — as it does not appear to be an angels so much as a fallen angel!
A Few Introductory Comments
We can begin to feel, now, where we may be headed — down and in. In the last installment, we encountered a first legend of the presence of spirits of greed within the land of America. This time, a further legend of this same place, High Tor, outside of New York City, is given in summary form. It is from the novella, The Salamander, by Elizabeth Oaks Smith, published in 1848. Next time I will offer a commentary on this legend.
Spiritual imagination, except in the Americas, is heavily ‘sky’ oriented. Earth is usually depicted as the last of creation, a kind of ‘space station’ for humans to work, die, be punished, or be taken back into the vast ‘heavens’. I have been developing the Spiritual-Earth imagination of the Native Americans (the In-Dios), and what happened from the moment of the invasion of this land. The ‘sky’ view of the origins of creation as the ‘place of the creator, this spatial orientation we assume without a second thought, confuses our indigenous soul, which we all live unconsciously by virtue of living within this land.
The implication is clear: Here in America, to come into the presence of the fullness of Divine Wholeness, we have to go ‘down’ (metaphorically, imaginally, soulfully) rather than ‘up'( which is also a metaphor, but is taken quite literally by all religions, and almost all ‘spiritual paths; The metaphorical ‘direction’ of spirituality, if one lives in America, is down. We are going ‘down’ anyway, but without awareness that we are on a spiritual journey, and thus going down in a destructive manner. These two legends indicate the inevitability of destructiveness unless we can consciously encounter the spirits of greed.
We are living the destiny of living in America, but it is fate more than destiny because it is unconscious and we are ‘being had’ by the spirits of greed.
It will not be as simple as coming into some kind of consciousness of this ‘first level down’ of incarnational spirituality; if — and that is an awfully big ‘if’ — we can come to earth-spirituality, we then enter a very long and deep process of purification. The Native Americans knew/know of this descent into nine levels of the underworld, the spirit-path of America. More of this as we proceed.
This installment give a summary of the Legend of the Salamander, a novel written by Elizabeth Oakes Smith, published in 1848. Next time
we will say more about this legend and how is now being enacted in America.
Here is a link to the complete story:
THE RAMAPO SALAMANDER
The Top of High Tor
A curious tale of the Rosicrucians runs to the effect that more than two centuries ago a band of German colonists entered the Ramapo valley (the location of High Tor – my comment) and put up houses of stone, like those they had left in the Hartz Mountains, and when the Indians saw how they made knives and other wonderful things out of metal, which they extracted from the rocks by fire, they believed them to be manitous and went away, not wishing to resist their possession of the land. There was treasure here, for High Tor, or Torn Mountain, had been the home of Amasis, youngest of the magi who had followed the star of Bethlehem. He had found his way, through Asia and Alaska, to this country, had taken to wife a native woman, by whom he had a child, and here on the summit he had built a temple. To him had been revealed in magic vision the secrets of wealth in the rocks.
The leader in the German colony, one Hugo, was a man of noble origin, who had a wife and two children: a boy, named after himself; and a girl,—Mary. Though it had been the custom in the other country to let out the forge fires once in seven years, Hugo opposed that practice in the forge he had built as needless. But his men murmured and talked of the salamander that once in seven years attains its growth in unquenched flame and goes forth doing mischief. On the day when that period was ended the master entered his works and saw the men gazing into the furnace at a pale form that seemed made from flame, that was nodding and turning in the fire, occasionally darting its tongue at them or allowing its tail to fall out and lie along the stone floor. As he came to the door he, too, was transfixed, and the fire seemed burning his vitals, until he felt water sprinkled on his face, and saw that his wife, whom he had left at home too ill to move, stood behind him and was casting holy water into the furnace, speaking an incantation as she did so. At that moment a storm arose, and a rain fell that put out the fire; but as the last glow faded the lady fell dead.
An Iron Mine in the High Tor Region
When her children were to be consecrated, seven years later, those who stood outside of the church during the ceremony saw a vivid flash, and the nurse turned from the boy in her fright. She took her hands from her eyes. The child was gone. Twice seven years had passed and the daughter remained unspotted by the world, for, on the night when her father had led her to the top of High Torn Mountain and shown her what Amasis had seen,—the earth spirits of greed in their caves heaping jewels and offering to give them if Hugo would speak the word that binds the free to the earth forces and bars his future for a thousand years,—it was her prayer that brought him to his senses and made the scene below grow dim, though the baleful light of the salamander clinging to the rocks at the bottom of the cave sent a glow into the sky.
Many nights after that the glow was seen on the height and Hugo was missing from his home, but for lack of a pure soul to stand as interpreter he failed to read the words that burned in the triangle on the salamander’s back, and returned in rage and jealousy.
A knightly man had of late appeared in the settlement, and between him and Mary a tender feeling had arisen, that, however, was unexpressed until, after saving her from the attack of a panther, he had allowed her to fall into his arms. She would willingly then have declared her love for him, but he placed her gently and regretfully from him and said, “When you slept I came to you and put a crown of gems on your head: that was because I was in the power of the earth spirit of greed. Then I had power only over the element of fire, that either consumes or hardens to stone; but now water and life are mine. Behold! Wear these, for thou art worthy.” And touching the tears that had fallen from her eyes, they turned into lilies in his hands, and he put them on her brow.
“Shall we meet again?” asked the girl.
“I do not know,” said he. “I tread the darkness of the universe alone, and I peril my redemption by yielding to this love of earth. Thou art redeemed already, but I must make my way back to God through obedience tested in trial. Know that I am one of those that left heaven for love of man. We were of that subtle element which is flame, burning and glowing with love,—and when thy mother came to me with the power of purity to cast me out of the furnace, I lost my shape of fire and took that of a human being,—a child. I have been with thee often, and was rushing to annihilation, because I could not withstand the ordeal of the senses. Had I yielded, or found thee other than thou art, I should have become again an earth spirit. I have been led away by wish for power, such as I have in my grasp, and forgot the mission to the suffering. I became a wanderer over the earth until I reached this land, the land that you call new. Here was to be my last trial and here I am to pass the gate of fire.”
As he spoke voices arose from the settlement.
“They are coming,” said he. The stout form of Hugo was in advance. With a fierce oath he sprang on the young man. “He has ruined my household,” he cried. “Fling him into the furnace!” The young man stood waiting, but his brow was serene. He was seized, and in a few moments had disappeared through the mouth of the burning pit. But Mary, looking up, saw a shape in robes of silvery light, and it drifted upward until it vanished in the darkness. The look of horror on her face died away, and a peace came to it that endured until the end.
Manhattan from top of High Tor Mountain (slightly magnified)
The Soul of America Enters the Underworld
I can now perhaps say just a bit concerning the unfolding of this work, to the extent I have a sense of it, though it is mostly unknown much in advance. I do want to work,
possibly in three installments, with the question of greed in America, and some imaginations of the soul-origin of this greed and its spirit-purpose, if we can meet it.
Then, due to the multiple perspectives of you, dear readers, I would like to try and offer a sense of the intertwining of soul-heart-spirit —what each perspective concerns and how they
relate with each other, and as well, what happens when one is separated from the other. The perspective offered in all these blogs centers within the heart, and for very particular
reasons, not the least of which is the original people of this land were people of the heart. There are further reasons, to be indicated. However, all three perspectives must be occurring together if we are really ‘here’, fully. Then, we may be ready to begin to unfold the imagination of ceremony as healing for America.
The Soul of America and the Underworld
In the region of High Tor, New York, an actual place right outside of New York City, near the Tappen Zee bridge, the enactment of two legends of great importance to the Soul of America occurred. The first legend is dated very near the time of the birth of Jesus. The second legend is dated somewhere around the 17th century. Then, in much more recent times, an event occurred in New York City which is not a legend at all, but will be developed and spoken in relation to these two legends.
The first legend
When Jesus was born, the youngest of the three Magi, whose name was Amesis, looked into the eyes of this child and saw the possible future of the human being. He saw that Jesus was the bearer of what the human being could become, and he also saw how this unfolding could be thwarted. He saw that it is possible that every human being could live in complete harmony with the earth and with the cosmos and with each other. This reality was inherent in the eyes of the child. And, Amesis saw that the future of the human being had to do with the destiny of the land of America.
Amesis came to what is now America, traveling by way of Alaska. He came to a region now known as High Tor, in New York, a place located right above what is now the Tappen Zee bridge, outside New York City. You can see Manhattan from this high place.
Amesis knew that the destiny of America involved soul’s encounter with the spirits of greed. The indigenous people of this region had ‘handled’ the presence of these beings by prisoning them deep within the earth.
Amesis came to this place where this imprisonment occurred. He knew that we would have to encounter these spirits, and hoped to transform them into spirits of good. He set up an altar and stayed there for a very long time. He married an Indian woman, and daily did rituals at this altar. One day, the spirits emerged, but were far, far more powerful than could be imagined, and could not be contained. A huge explosion occurred, creating the Hudson Valley and the Hudson River. The spirits of greed were released for the first time.
A hint of what we are now still required to confront within the soul can be heard in two images of the Hudson River and Valley. The Hudson river originates in a very small, very pristine lake high in the Adirondacks. The name of this lake is ‘Tear of the Cloud” lake. Then, the Hudson River itself is a huge estuary. This means that the salty water of the sea comes up the river to meet the tears coming down. The sea flows up as far as Troy, New York, a distance of 150 miles. We can imagine the Hudson as a river of tears – originating from the Tears of the highest cosmos and the deepest ocean. The soul of America as a place of lament, carrying the destiny of America as that of encountering greed, seeing and feeling it within, and undergoing a long but clear emotional initiation into grieving all that greed has and continues to wreak in the world. To find the destiny and the soul of America requires grieving the innumerable events that removed the original people who are the earth of this land and colonized them into people of shame that covered over our seeing and feeling shame. (There are actually two people who are the land that is America – the Native Americans — and the Black people — each in different ways. More on this later.)
We can begin to discern the soul-purpose of America — that of the humble nature of seeing those, our brothers and sisters, who are in need and offering service in humility and a sense of our lostness. In so doing we would discover that the feeling element of the heart, that which makes humans aware of being human is grief. Grief is what makes us truly human. That is the gift America has to offer, not just here, but everywhere.
A second hint concerning what we are required to confront, both individually as living in America, and that also concerns the land of America — the destiny of America concerns encountering greed
and finding the way through it. You can look through each of the previous blogs and read them as the unfolding of the presence of greed occurring since the invasion of this land. Now, with this first legend,
we see the presence of greed as forces within the land itself meeting the greed of the conquerors, producing voracious greed. What is this about?
Then a third hint –we cannot enter grieving without first undergoing purification. Our work with the soul-pictures of what happened to the original people of this land is intended to open this purification process.
In 2014, Cheryl and I and members of the School of Spiritual Psychology went on a pilgrimage to High Tor, New York. We all climbed the considerable height of High Tor, and from there, in the far distance,
New York City appears. The vision of the city, though, was unique. It did not appear as “New York City — over there in the far distance”. Seeing the city in the distance was simultaneously felt as New
York City being exactly where we were all standing. The still-existing deep feeling-connection between Manhattan and this place of High Tor persists as if still calling us to the Soul of America.
Next time —
a second legend, and also the meaning of the word “Manhattan”. introducing the manner in which these two legends are manifesting.