Hi folks
In this new mini Video chat, I looks at the problem of people who ‘get under our skin’.
How and why do they get there?
How do we subsequently deal with them?
x Dylan
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People Who Get Under Our Skin
Posted in Uncategorized on September 7, 2013| 2 Comments »
Fly Free
Posted in Uncategorized on September 5, 2013| 4 Comments »
Fly Free
Two Red Admiral butterflies have been visiting us on our balcony over the last few days.
They’ve brought much joy and pleasure to Zan and myself as we’ve quietly observed their paradoxical fragility and beauty.
Washing this evening’s dinner dishes I chanced to look out the kitchen window, only to see one struggling in an almost invisible spiders web on the side of the balcony.
The poor wee thing was flapping for all it’s worth trying to free itself, but all to no avail.
Immediately I ran out and pulled my new, little friend free from its web trap, yet some of the sticky strands remained attached and it still couldn’t yet fly properly.
Letting me hold it in the cup of my hand I broke the remaining adhesive web thread and off it flew, fluttering high above our home into the English evening sky.
Reminds me of the way Divine Love reached down and freed me from my religious codependency chains all those years ago.
I couldn’t have managed it on my own.
Dylan
Body Stuff
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Dr Peter Levine, Exorcism, Fight or Flight. Inner Healing, Gadarene Demoniac, psyche, The Body, Trauma, Yeshua on September 4, 2013| 1 Comment »
Body Stuff
In my last post I looked at the tri-partite nature of what seems to be us, viz. body, psyche-soul, and spirit.
Today I want to talk about the body, that much maligned part of us that gets such a hard time from some streams of religion thought. So let me turn the tables on such a misperception of the our physical manifestation.
I guess that St.Pauls use of the term ‘the flesh’ has got us into this anti-body thing within the subliminal systems of much Christian belief and practice. I reckon that he was referring to the dysfunctional ego or wounded psyche-soul, but the Egyptian Ascetics quickly became the Model for authentic spirituality as they attempted to find God through the subjugation of the body and its supposedly evil desires.
Followers of the Nazarene have been plagued with this pseudo-gnostic take on the body throughout the last two millennia, causing much self torment and pain along the Way.
I see our material form as a living tabernacle, a helper rather than a hindrance. When restored into the alignment of Spirit flow it becomes an invaluable part of our space-time experience, as much a part of Me as our psyche or spirit spark. It is here for a reason and not a mistake as some spiritual traditions would have us believe. Certainly it is limited and transitory but it is an invaluable friend as it carries our conscious Self through life.
One of the body’s greatest gifts to us is its early warning system. The central nervous system is an amazing phenomenon with its autonomic responses that kick in before conscious thought gets a chance to catch up. Such a wonderful early warning system can be a blessing and a curse, at least from our limited vantage point. This sublime sensory network of nerve endings serves a multifaceted purpose, one of the most important being the receptor and interpreter of outer and inner presence.
For those of us who have experienced an overwhelming sense of Other at certain times in our sojourn, the central nervous system has played an important role. The shivers or goosebumps that came out of nowhere, the changed breathing, have all been transmitted to our consciousness by our inner wiring. All our sensory feelings of Divine Love and Presence have flowed through our internal friend, conveying the safety of surrender to the Source of All.
However, the central nervous system is also vital for our survival and linked to our older animal instincts. Ultra sensitive to our outer world, our automatic responses to threat are triggered by our inner early warning system.
Here, I am indebted to the work of Dr Peter Levine and his studies on the parallels between animal and human responses to threat and subsequent trauma. Levine suggests that our autonomic reactions fall into one of five categories.
1) Arrest
When we stop what we’re doing and observe.
2) Flight
We get out of our threat filled environment ASAP.
3) Fight
Not being able to escape we decide that we have a fair chance of survival if we retaliate to the onslaught of our perceived threat.
4) Freeze
Our secondary body functions shut down, trapping our fight or flight energies in the central nervous system
5) Fold
Here we play dead, allowing the other to have their way with us in the hope of ultimate survival.
May I suggest that many of our supposed psychological or spiritual problems are in fact due to the experience of past trauma and one or more of the above autonomic responses. Simply put, the memory of trauma isn’t simply conceptual but a stored energy problem, one that cries out for release. Once the trapped bodily dynamic is released the memories, lying within the psyche lose their power.
Perhaps many cognitive based counselling and therapy techniques are cases of putting the conceptual horse before the bodily horse. I wonder.
When I look again at Yeshua’s exorcism of the Gadarene demoniac I see an amazing release of pent-up energy at work, metaphorically described as a nearby herd of pigs rushing to their deaths over a nearby cliff. The result? One now sitting, clothed, and in his right mind, wishing to join up with the Nazarene’s motley band of followers.
The demoniac, nicknamed Legion, had clearly suffered trauma in his past life, a trauma that debilitated him to such an extent that he took to living among the dead. My theologian friend, Dr Gary Burnett, of Union Theological College, Belfast suggests that the demoniac’s childhood observations of historical, mass crucifixions in the Gadara area, those carried out by a retaliating Roman Legion, may well have been the source of his painful psycho-spiritual predicament. An impressionable youngster who experiences the horrific sights and sounds of such barbaric killings can’t help but be traumatized.
But who knows? Gary’s ideas would certainly would tie in with Levine’s theory of trapped debilitating trauma; a trauma that was released by the demoniac coming into mimesis with the trauma free Nazarene.
The physical manifestations of the exorcism process are certainly compatible with the shaking, tremors and involuntary limb movements of recovering, traumatized animals. Perhaps we’re more animal than we’d like to acknowledge in our concept based world that we identify as reality.
In my next post I’ll look at how our stored traumas may give birth to the ego and its defensive postures.
Inner Thorns
Posted in Uncategorized on August 28, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Inner Thorns
It’s amazing how long along this path called life that it takes for us to begin to understand how and why we are what we are. Having spent over 18 formative years in organised evangelical religion I have to say that it didn’t help that much. It told me about a forgiving God, a sin cleansing Saviour and very little about me, the real me that is.
So here is my little effort to make things simpler for us all.
I believe that we comprise body, soul and spirit.
1) The Body
Bodies are truly amazing things! A living organism of compressed energy in which we appear to dwell. So closely are ‘we’ identified with it that it appears to some to be all there is. Yet I reckon that it’s only a home of sorts, albeit a highly complex and important one for our experience of soul and spirit during our space-time travels.
2) The Soul or Psyche
This mysterious ‘part’ of us is a psychic membrane of sorts, one that stores and absorbs all of our life-time experiences. It’s closely linked to the body’s central nervous system but isn’t identical to it. It is here that we feel the joys and pains of both our conscious and unconscious bumps with the energy of others. The collective memories and interpretations of our past mimetic encounters are packed away, determining our present position on the happiness spectrum of our present consciousness. Embedded here is our personal crown of thorns, the piercing wounds of word and action launched by other hurting souls
I reckon that if we were not in the body the soul would be obsolete. Perhaps our soul tapes are replayed at death for a final time before being wiped or stored away safely for future use! Who knows. Anyway it is here in this all singing dancing psyche-soul that our suffering does its thing. Here we feel the pain of rejection and non being, the results of the withdrawal of unconditional love. It is here that we have been stabbed in the back, it is here that we have hit back in reflex anger.
The soul is an extremely sensitive member of our triune-self. Indeed it is all about sensation and the interpretation of external data coming at us through the medium of the body and its myriad of sensors. The look of rejection, the furrowed brow, the smiling face; all are interpreted and stored away to enhance or destroy our inner sense of well-being.
Shockingly, most of us live here most of the time; this is to be ‘soulish’, to be a performing tight rope walker on the wire of human authentication; one who’s always up or down on the ever changing league table of Self acceptance.
3) The spirit.
This little Divine spark lies buried under the smothering canopy of psyche-soul. It’s always there, pulsating with the energy of Divine Love, the Source of Being from which we sprang pre-conception. It is our guide here in this sensory world of misinterpretation and illusion. The human spirit doesn’t have up or down days. It’s always constant in its ‘I Am’ nature, one filled with a non circumstantial joy.
The spirit waits patiently for Wisdom to lead us to our moment of enlightenment or awareness; the born from above experience of getting it for the first time in our earthly sojourn. The realisation that we’re more than our psyche-soul with all its inner recordings of outer experiences is a liberation indeed. To discover that we are more than this data-base of stored feeling is a life changer.
When we finally get a hold of this tripartite model of ourselves, it helps explain our inner and outer struggles.
It also explains the spirituality of Yeshua, the Nazarene, one sent to free us from the dominance of our wounded psyche-soul, the seared nerve centre of our daily life among the sons and daughters of Adam. The Galilean prophet-teacher taught about losing our psyche-soul’s dominance and finding it again under the liberating, healing flow of Spirit Breath.
“Whoever chooses to save his psyche shall lose it, and whoever will lose his psyche shall find it.”
Yeshua bar Yosef
Lots to talk about in future posts!
Wisdom
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged religion, Spirituality, Wisdom on August 20, 2013| 1 Comment »
Wisdom
Please let me start with a bold and somewhat shocking statement.
There isn’t a shortage of Wisdom in the Cosmos.
‘Well it sure doesn’t look like it!’, you understandably respond.
Good point, but do let me explain.
The Created order, as far as the Hubble Telescope can see, was birthed by Wisdom. Not the wisdom of man, but Divine Wisdom, the Essence of Divine Love.
The Source from which we’ve come isn’t a dull impersonal force as portrayed in the movie Star Wars, but a vibrant, boundless Wisdom with a purpose and a plan.
Wisdom isn’t stupid. The mess that we find ourselves in hasn’t taken it by surprise. It knew all along what the consequences of its creative endeavours could be.
Wisdom still went ahead, knowing that we’d eventually get the message and return Home to its compassionate heart.
Wisdom manifests in many spiritual traditions although they foolishly attempt to domesticate and package it for the general masses.
Wisdom is free, crying out daily to the sons and daughters of men, runners in the rat race of acquisitive desire. Stuff doesn’t bring Wisdom; letting go usually does.
Wisdom loves to interact with its offspring, sitting them down and talking things through; revealing its priceless perspective on our earthly sojourn.
Wisdom usually hangs around the broken-hearted, those with an ear to hear, slowed down by the traumas of life. It’s words bind up the shattered psyches of despair and inner pain. Wisdom infuses Life, the Creative energy that set the stars in motion, into our shattered dreams of Being.
Wisdom takes us under its wing and frees us from the fool, the one within and the one without.
Wisdom sees the end game and not the quagmire that we’re presently drowning in. It’s confident that it can eventually set our feet on solid ground.
Wisdom is generally ignored in the affairs of man. It is more generally listened to by the daughters of Eve, those gifted with an inner hearing, those tuned into the Womb of Divine Love.
Wisdom is heard in Silence, that sacred space within that’s left when ego’s towers of Babel collapse and burn.
Wisdom never leaves us but doesn’t butt into our ego chatter, trying to compete with pain fuelled thoughts of danger and of woe.
Wisdom waits and waits and waits………until the time of hearing has come; that mystical moment when we hear the Voice of Source whisper in the caverns of our Soul.
Wisdom doesn’t gloat over the crash and burn of others, but reaches out its hand to still their inner storm.
Wisdom welcomes all to eat its Bread and Drink its wine; to fill ourselves with food of Soul, grown in the fields of Spirit Breath.
Wisdom or Ego? The Voice of choice is ours to choose.
Wisdom waits.
But more of that in my next Post!
x Dylan
Letting Go
Posted in Uncategorized on August 18, 2013| 1 Comment »
In this mini video-talk I examine the gulf between ego and Spirit Breath on our psycho-spiritual journey called life. Suggesting that we let go of ego-dependency, I intimate that we’ll be surprised to find ourselves wholeheartedly supported by Divine Love.
Contented?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Angst, Contentment, Divine Love, God, religion, Silence, Spirituality, transpersonal crisis on August 14, 2013| 6 Comments »
Contented?
Let’s face it.
Many of us who claim to be spiritual folk aren’t actually content!
Under the veneer of our religious or spiritual masks, we are, deep down, very unhappy people.
No matter how orthodox or wacky our belief system, an inner angst keeps churning away in the pit of our stomachs.
For many of us this is the hidden energy source of our relentless psycho-spiritual work out on our treadmill of choice.
Millions of dollars, words, argument and discussion are spent on getting this little feeling to subside but all to no avail.
In other words we play a restless ego game and we flit from one spirituality to the next trying to find an inner peace and solitude.
Therapists, preachers and gurus love this little gremlin within all of us.
Why?
Well, frankly it makes them a living in the metaphysical marketplace of peace serums.
The only thing that gets us off our sleepy trip for meaning and purpose is a great big transpersonal crisis.
For Paul of Taursus it was getting knocked off his Pharisaical donkey. For some of us its a sudden death, an unexpected divorce, a terminal diagnosis or a mental breakdown.
Such events well and truly knock the egotistical stuffing out of us – our brokenness is laid bare before our eyes in a way that ego didn’t previously encourage.
In our darkness Something or someone comes along to touch and heal our pain. The time for religious or spiritual games are past, our masks lying faceless on the desert ground of our crushed psyche-soul.
The ego’s search for God or Ultimate Reality is over; Divine Love has called its bluff and knocked it off its psycho-spiritual treadmill.
So what’s left after the dust of trauma and Divine invasion is over?
Only the contentment that comes from having ego painfully yanked off its inner throne.
After that we don’t need to look for or argue on behalf of anything; our God game days are over.
Silence takes over from our old metaphysical chat-lines.
The one who knows, knows; the one who doesn’t maintains the stressful search in the guise of piety or spiritual hunger.
Life is a lot simpler than we imagine!. Reality is our friend, not an enemy to subdue and overcome. Bump into it and Divine Love isn’t far away.
With our ego surrender comes contentment.
No longer any need to go to our psycho-spiritual gym to sweat away our inner angst.
Just be.
Fear And Religion
Posted in Uncategorized on August 9, 2013| 10 Comments »
Fear and Religion
When angelic visitors unexpectedly turned up within the Jewish Scriptural accounts of Divine visitation, it seems to have been a pretty terrifying experience.
Why?
Well, by all accounts they were big, fiery, and definitely not human! Enough for their human host to nearly pass out with fright. Their old fight or flight wiring hadn’t a chance; instead the traumatized soul just froze with fear and collapsed in a heap.
So why the angel angle?
Well, more often than not the first utterance of the heavenly visitor was paradoxically, ‘Fear not !’
A bit late methinks but, I guess, somewhat reassuring to the wilted soul lying before them.
This has got me thinking.
God and His/Her sidekicks aren’t really into fear as a motivational emotion.
Fear stems from the perceived threat of annihilation and Divine Love doesn’t do that, having too much respect for the countless projections of its image in the sons and daughters of Adam, no matter how dysfunctional they are.
Yet, bizarrely we walk along our religio-spiritual path, subliminally motivated by this nagging fear of Divine rejection both here and in the reality beyond death.
Let’s face it, fear is more prevalent than trust in our day-to-day psycho-spiritual lives. It has been programmed into our central nervous system for survival but has gone into hyper-drive mode following our brushes with early life trauma, either real or illusory.
My premise is that much religio-spiritual belief and practice is conceived and birthed in the womb of fear. We believe in our heads that God has somehow forgiven us but deep within the darkness of our inner world we sure as hell don’t really believe it. Like an abusive parent we just don’t trust the Divine Father/Mother who might suddenly lash out at us after a session of normal family life.
Our early childhood experiences of parental rejection and overbearing physical and emotional power makes it difficult to take Divine Love at its word. We live in a somewhat schizophrenic world comprising moments of protective belief mixed with the angst of subconscious fear.
Unfortunately we don’t have to have been around religious circles for too long before this schizophrenic nature of our faith life is reinforced. Like all of us, those who appear to Model the love of the Divine Father/Mother often have a dark side that only pops up under extreme pressure. With one swipe of a Bible text the trusting child-like follower can be sent into the religious equivalent of the naughty chair, or, more insidiously, wounded by words claimed to be Divine in origin.
Is it any wonder that so many folk drop out of such a religious environment; one that promises much but more often than not, reopens and deepens the inner wounding of pre-birth and early childhood. Frankly put, many leave to maintain their sanity. The overlay of spiritual abuse on top of the psychic tears of childhood, is too much to bear. The average God follower can’t handle this extra parental abuse in the guise of spiritual discipline or righteous anger.
The disillusionment that often follows this dashing of our God dreams within religious community is our protective shell against further rejection and pain. ‘Enough is enough,’ the wounded child screams out. ‘Who needs this stuff?’
Who needs it indeed?
True faith or trust is birthed in the healing Presence of Divine Love and nowhere else. Only Other can get into our psychic nooks and crannies where we hide from our past and present abusers. When we set our hopes of psychic healing on religious salesmen and their business-like pseudo-communities we’re making a big and painful mistake. Like a quick acting pain-killer the effect of our involvement will dull the inner pain for a while, but only leave us with deeper wounds for future healing.
So back to our angel friends!
‘Fear not Beloved of God, you Child of Divine Love. Arise into the wholeness of Being that flows from Source, the One who birthed you before the wounds of man etched their deadening pain on your innocence of soul. Let my touch extract the torment of those slashes on your infant psyche, rejections fused in womb dark days, the piercings of a tender heart that came from the innermost Mind of God.’
Have we met our angel unawares?
I doubt it.
May the Messengers of Healing Love invade the psychic fortress of our hidden pain, pull out the thorn of parental threat and lift us to our Spirit feet, to walk again in Eden’s Peace.
Trust not Fear.
Chapterless Verse ~ The Poems Of Dylan Morrison
Posted in Uncategorized on August 8, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Chapterless Verse
Hi folks
Are you into poetry?
A while ago I started a wee page for my Irish poems.
Please do pop over and have a peep if you’ve got a few moments.
‘Likes’ would be gratefully received to keep our facebook masters happy!
x Dylan
http://www.facebook.com/ChapterlessVerseThePoemsOfDylanMorrison
Elephant In The Room
Posted in Uncategorized on August 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »
In this mini Video talk, I discuss the subliminal role and destructive effects of imitative desire within faith and spirituality based groups : the elephant in the room which very few of us see and even fewer of us wish to acknowledge until it’s too late.
The Terrible Twos
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged desire lines, God, human relationships, mimetic desire, mirror images, monstrous doubles, relational breakdown, religious groups, rivarly, Spirit Breath, Spirituality groups, the Nazarene, twins, warring doubles on July 31, 2013| Leave a Comment »
The Terrible Twos
Let me first make it clear that I love twins! My dad was one, although his brother died at childbirth. So I’ve a soft spot for them, these little reflections of creativity. In today’s post I wish to look at the rivalry that stalks us in our search for peace, attempting to shed a little more light on its origins.
Someone once said that we usually hate the folk who remind us of ourselves. Sounding ridiculous at first there may be a little more truth in the statement than first meets our eyes.
Let’s start with desire!
Desire is the psycho-spiritual fuel that propels us towards having something or someone. Where does it come from? Most of us reckon that it is generated in the human heart, born in the inner core of our being. I believe not. let me explain.
Desire is, I believe, a virus of sorts that we are infected by, a bug that is transmitted from another. If we had eyes to see beyond the appearances of human relationships we could perceive the desire lines that permanently flow between individuals; a complex network of pushes and pulls that never switch off but constantly operate under the radar of the conscious mind.
I desire an object because someone else is desiring it; I do not desire it in a social vacuum. All desire is hence triangular at its most basic. Out of the corner of my eye I have absorbed the desire of the other, the opposite base corner of the desire triangle. as I attempt to reach the desired apex object common to us both. The race is on with one eye on the prize and the other on our new opponent in the dash for acquisition.
As we both push toward the desired goal, the race becomes all, the object rapidly disappearing into the mists of illusory happiness. At this stage both sets of eyes are firmly set on one another, the desire for victory having become the new race prize.
It’s at this stage that we have become the terrible twos, mirror images of one another, twins determined to kill of the mutual challenge of our psychic sibling. Such an engagement with our brother or sister is a function of our skewed or warped ego, that desire transmitter-receiver that scans the psycho-spiritual airways for the latest ‘must-have’ object and the one chasing it down.
This human dynamic was widely understood in many ancient cultures where twins were taboo and symbols of a potential violent struggle within the tribe or social grouping. Some societies even exiled one of the twins to defuse any future outbreaks of violent contagion.
Throughout the Judaeo Scriptures we regularly come across this warring brother syndrome, one included for our warning and enlightenment. Cain and Abel, Esau and Jacob, Joseph and his brothers, the two house sharing prostitutes who brought their baby for Solomon’s ownership judgement, are brutally honest exposés of familial rivalry, ones that result in violence, whether potential or actual. We are being shown how those in close relationship often end up fighting each other for metaphysical dominance.; the victor somehow absorbing the being of the vanquished when the fight is over; a conflict initially triggered by a mutual desire transfer.
When such a dynamic occurs within a faith or spirituality community it is extra specially tragic. The initial object is usually a desire to know God, or to be close to someome who claims to. Such a desire can easily morph into the subliminal driving force of a hidden struggle for victory over a fellow believer or devotee. May I suggest that under the charade of brotherly or sisterly love that the terrible twos is endemic within most metaphysical groups. Ego finds it extremely easy to justify its armed struggle stance regarding an other within the sacred setting, with God or Scriptures often press-ganged onto the side of the righteous.
Warring twin relationships often start out well with a level of mutual respect but often transform themselves as the level of desire is increased by either or both parties. The spiral of relational breakdown often takes folk by surprise. How can two who were once so close, now be at each others spiritual throats, a battle for Divine authentication and approval. Is it any wonder that so many so-called expressions of faith or spirituality exist within the psycho-spiritual marketplace? Is it any wonder that many defeated twins or shattered mirror images have walked away from the hidden but intense desire battles that pervade many religious or New Age groups. Of course not. Survival is a great motivator.
As we engage with others, either face to face, or dare I say it on social media sites, let us be aware of the desire dangers lurking within our fractured psyche-souls. Being mindful of our tendency to absorb the passion of another is half the battle; the other half being our own connection to the One outside Desire. The Spirit of the Nazarene, knows nothing of desire except that all-pervasive energy known as the Will or Passion of God. Now that’s what we need to absorb, a liberating infection that will help us fly high over the battlefields of the Terrible Twos.
Where Do My Thoughts Come From?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged conscious mind, consciousness, Divine Love, Higher Self, lower subconscious, Presence, psyche, rational mind, soul, spirit, sub-personalities, thoughts on July 25, 2013| 11 Comments »
Where Do My Thoughts Come From?
Our conscious mind is a membrane linking two worlds
1) The Lower subconscious, the hidden psychic cellar where our wounded sub-personalities rule and dominate.
2) The Higher spirit Self, our portal into the Mystery of Divine Love
Every conscious thought comes from either ‘above’ or ‘below’.
Dylan Morrison
This conscious mind of ours is truly a weird and yet wonderful phenomenon. Most of the time it presents itself as our sole reality, the place where we think and store up thoughts, interpreting our place in the material world around us.
It lies.
As I’ve expressed above, I reckon instead that it’s an amazing membrane of sorts, one that doubles up as a virtual screen for the projections of our hidden selves. Please let me explain.
The rational man sees the conscious mind as a translator and transmitter of our the messages picked up from our solid, material world of form. Once this belief is accepted he boldly walks his way through the highs and lows of life, hoping that somehow he’ll make it through. A little more effort here a little more manipulation there and the odds may fall in his favor regarding success and indeed survival. Let’s be honest that’s where most of us began as human beings, programmed by those who’d been there and done that.
Thankfully something is usually sent along in life that makes us doubt our dearly beloved Linus blanket paradigm. The transpersonal crisis that eventually kicks in, sends us spinning, desperately looking for a lifeboat to save us from the sinking of our long-held mindset.
I believe such an experience to be sent or at least allowed by Divine Love in conjunction with our true Self; an opportunity to wake up to deeper realities that script our daily lives.
Through the shocking turmoil of our personal catastrophe we awaken to two new psychic kids on the block.
1) Our lower subconscious
This dark realm of our inner world has, unknown to us, been pulling the strings of our sense of being since early childhood, if not before. Here, the fragmented little selves, born of early trauma and rejection hang out in little warring gangs or clusters, each attempting to protect us from further pain and abandonment. ‘Nobody loves you except us!’ is their subliminal message of dependency, the hook that keeps us under their control whilst walking in our illusion of freedom. This inner community, collectively known as ego, dominates our waking hours, constantly releasing their take on our outer reality into the welcoming membrane of consciousness.
However once the Cruise Missile of our transpersonal crisis strikes hits, all hell breaks loose, or rather our sub-personality defenders crawl out of the wreckage to make a public appearance in the light of day. They bubble up in full war paint to challenge our new reality, the wreckage of our devastated belief system. Here we let it all hang out, at least temporarily; such a popping out of our subconscious woodwork is a valuable opportunity for our little aspects of me to meet the Unconditional Love that waits patiently on the other side of my consciousness membrane.
2) The Higher Self or spirit.
Above our normal state of consciousness lies a Divine spark from the Eternal Fire, a mirrored presence of the One in whom we live and move and have our Being. Known in religious parlance as the human spirit, it is altogether other from the realm of our fragmented psyche-soul, the me that has taken refuge in the safety of the lower subconscious. In Mind, Body, Circles this ‘I Am’ essence is commonly referred to as the Higher Self, the part of me that is somehow connected to the Unity of Cosmic Consciousness. For me it is the Divine Image as suggested by the author of the Genesis myth, that which operates like God, a reflector of Divine Love, one without rivalry. During our ego dominated stage of life, Divine Love sometimes trickles down through our spirit to imprint itself on our conscious membrane. This occasional little flash of enlightenment and awareness is, I believe, a precursor to a realigned life that often lies up ahead on the other side of our personal hell or transpersonal crisis, the catalyst for psycho-spiritual change.
I believe that our journey through this space-time reality was designed to be a two-way flow of Life. The constant knowing of Divine Presence as channelled by spirit into the realm of our unified psyche-soul, the interpreter and director of our flood of sensory body linked experiences. The psyche soul would in turn offer back its sense of earthly Self to the worship of Divine Dance. The ebb and flow of the spirit-psyche tide on the shores of consciousness were to birth the greatest of experiences – an eternal Sense of Wonder.
As we pass through the storms of life let’s realise where they are leading. To the increasing awareness of this psycho-spiritual partnership. As ego screams from the darkness of pain, may spirit embrace and welcome it home to the Light of Divine Love. May the continuing restoration of our sub-personalites into the accepting Presence of Spirit Source be an everlasting celebration, a party fit for both men and angels.
Prophet Seers
Posted in Uncategorized on May 15, 2013| 18 Comments »
Prophet Seers
What exactly is a prophet seer?
Is it some weird guy or gal who dresses strangely and appears to have lost his metaphysical marbles?
Is it a sharp suited spiritual salesman who prays or prophesies over a willing victim at the drop of a religious hat?
Thankfully, I believe the prophet seer to be neither.
Authentic prophet seers are, in my experience, fairly well-balanced individuals, gracious, unassuming messengers of Divine Love.
Most usually walk with a psycho-spiritual limp, the evidence of their ego struggles with Spirit Breath. Something harsh has been removed from their natural buoyancy and replaced with a drop of Heaven’s Essence.
Strangers in the world and yet grounded men and women with a compassion for all, the prophet seers are often walking paradoxes that can’t be easily understood by the trained dogmatic mind.
‘But prophets are no longer among us’, cries the religious dispensationalist, hurriedly turning to the Big Black book for argumentative back up.
I’d have to humbly disagree, having personally been helped by such prophetic embodiments along the Way.
The prophet seer is, I believe, a manifestation of grace, of Divine Love itself, for they pop up on the Journey Home when we need to see things as they really are. A dispenser of Transcendent Reality, if only for a few seconds, the prophet seer is a Divine paratrooper, one dropped into our illusory world to break us free from our painful psycho-spiritual attachments.
The prophet seer is one who passes on a message from the Love without bounds, the Source of the created order in which we find ourselves afloat, like a ship lost out on the ocean. Such a message bubbles up from somewhere deep within the prophet seer’s inner connection with the world of Spirit. Surprisingly authentic prophet seers are as much in the dark regarding the inner dynamics of psycho-spiritual revelation as the next man.
The prophet seer is probably not found on the religious shows that claim their presence. More than likely the one with spiritual insight is far from the crowd, yet deeply in touch with hurting humanity as its pain bombards the seer soul.
Prophet seers generally don’t hang around for long; they’re the spiritual pollinators within the Divine Garden, landing on the fragile flower of our lives to pass on little pockets of Unconditional Love. When we attempt to set up the authentic prophet seer as our resident guru, they usually run back into the desert places, to breathe in, once more, the gentle but tangible stillness of Divine Presence. The prophet seer’s psyche knows its Source and refuses to play the religious games of ministry with their hierarchical ladder climbing.
Bona fide prophet seers have something about them that folk can’t quite put their finger on; a presence that paradoxically appears somewhat distant whilst deeply intimate. Carriers of a genuineness that can’t be explained away by religious discussion or dogmatic declarations. God sent prophet seers just ARE.
I believe that Divine Love often sends its prophet seers to us in disguise, as we travel along the Way. When we fall under the relentless pressures of life, the Divine messenger will appear to come out of nowhere. Spirit Breath has no problems in sending along the right prophet seer at the right time. We’re only asked to tune out from ego chatter and listen for the transmitted Divine Resonance that wishes to heal our wounded psyche-soul.
When we search for a prophet seer we will not find one; Divine Love makes sure of that. When we seek Divine Love, the prophet seer will surely come at exactly the right time, usually when we least expect it. We cannot choose the messenger sent along, but we can choose whether to hear them or not. The legitimate prophet seer often deconstructs our psyche-soul prison in order to release us into a new level of freedom, yet always with the sensitivity and graciousness of Divine Love itself.
The intuitive prophet seer can be likened to a skilled surgeon whose razor-sharp, spirit scalpel cuts through the stubborn tumors of our ego defenses, often releasing a stream of healing tears, a sign that the Divine Touch has been delivered. Contrary to this, religious butchery is the tell-tale sign of the false prophet, the wolf in sheep’s clothing whose only desire is to get his teeth well and truly into the psycho-spiritual pockets of the unsuspecting seeker. Best to remember that charismatic vampires who suck the remnants of life out of a wounded soul are not the prophets seers of Divine Love, but often the slaves of their own insecurities and fears.
Those who easily dismiss prophet seers tend to lose the prophet seer’s reward, viz. a sensation of the Divine, the momentarily breaking in of Divine favor and reassurance that All is well. That is their choice. May the rest of us be open to the unexpected messenger, the one who comes and goes, carried away on the wind of Spirit Breath.
The Prophet of all prophets sends his servants to those in need. May Divine Love grant us the eyes to see and the ears to hear when they cross our path.
The Pearl
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Divine Spark, Pearl of Great Price, Self, spirit on May 8, 2013| 5 Comments »
The Pearl
‘A pearl of great price lies deep within.
The result of the Divine Dance that birthed our Being.
Life has polished it so that it may shine through into the darkness of our conscious mind.’
Dylan Morrison
Let me be frank!
Somewhere within the mundane mess of life there lies something very precious indeed; something hidden to our fragmented psyche-soul, commonly referred to as the ego; something hidden to our imposter persona, the mask with which we face the world and, more often or not, often ourselves.
In our youth we regularly rode off like the delusional Don Quixote to conquer our much desired windmills, the manifestations of our utopian dreams, our victories in the one- upmanship battles of life. Winning some and losing some was the name of our passionate game, our sense of reality in this space-time sea of opportunity.
And yet, even in the intoxicating elation and depression of such a psychic game, there sometimes appeared, totally without warning, a little glimmer of something other, something totally other. Unknown to ego, this teasing treasure was the goal of our frantic search all along, this little deposit of Divine essence.
By its very Nature, Divine Love cannot help but share itself, creating something of itself in all that it births; rumours of glory or reflected Presence if you like. The One Way overflow of such a giving Other is somewhat hilarious if it wasn’t so profoundly awe-inspiring. A God with no concern for the security of uniqueness, the illusionary jealousy that fuels our own survival egos.
Partnering itself in the Divine Dance, the Source of All flings the essence of its Being into the Void of Nothingness, the seed bed of our beginning, the womb of the Transcendent Morning. A fire is lit in the tinderbox of compressed energy, one that will burn into Being, the Being of Self, the reflected I AM.
And so we enter this Mystery, this darkness disguised as light, with an insatiable hunger in our hearts for reconnection and knowing. In the Nighttime of our Journey we bump into the obstacles set up by ego, those stumbling blocks that shout their message of despair and hope. ‘Not here,’ they call out in their skewed integrity, ‘The One you search for lies beyond.’ Like a seemingly endless game of Cosmic pin-ball we bump from one dark friend to another until the time has come.
Ego lies exhausted at the feet of Presence. The Divine process has done its thing. Something catches our desperate I, an inner glimpse of Light, a constant and persistent luminescence that will not yield to the death wails of our fractured psyche-soul. The Time of Unveiling has come; the fiery Pearl within takes its place in the darkened throne room of our conscious mind. The lights have finally come on in the reason filled corners of our thought filled understanding.
The days for chasing religious, spiritual and philosophical windmills have come to an end. We have come Home.
The Nazarene smiles.
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Speaking In Tongues
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Breath, christianity, Divine Communion, Meditation, Prayer, speaking in tongues, spirit, Spiritual Intimacy, Yeshua on May 1, 2013| 29 Comments »
Speaking In Tongues
Nothing divides the religious world as much as the slightly spooky practice of speaking in tongues. Most Jesus followers of the Reformed tradition believe it to be totally obsolete for those on the spiritual path. If you’ve got the Bible that’s all one needs, apart that is from a trained pastor-teacher to feed you its gems! Meanwhile, Pentecostal and Charismatic Christians are only too willing to burst into tongues at the drop of an ecstatic hat, before trying to sell you their beatific experience! No wonder the non-Christian world shies away from such opposing camps, dismissively declaring ‘Thanks, but no thanks!’
Now, many books have been written for and against the modern psycho-spiritual phenomenon known as tongues speaking, or to give it its more respectable Greek name glossolalia. In this little article I’ve no intention of arguing my way through the theological minefield of trying to prove either the validity or spurious nature of this religious utterance, for like a well-loved security blanket, the proponents of either side of the argument are highly unlikely to change their minds. Instead, I wish to briefly examine the psycho-spiritual practice from a slightly different perspective.
First, let me come clean! I am still a tongues speaker even after all my painful experiences within the somewhat whacky world of Charismatic Christianity. My disillusionment with the vision and often dysfunctional, hierarchical practices of faith groups within that particular religious stream have surprisingly not shifted this most unusual of verbal curiosities. Many of my fellow ex-Charismatics dumped their tongue many moons ago, as they ran back into the security of conservative Christianity or into the freeing wilderness of non-belief.
Let’s face it – speaking in tongues doesn’t have a particularly good press. Wide-eyed fanatics dancing wildly in little wooden churches while belting out their glossolalic gushings to all and sundry, do tend to make the casual onlooker more than a little nervous. Send for the ‘Ghostbusters’ or the men in white coats is one’s instinctive reaction! Yet, the experience of being in a crowd of well-behaved tongues singers is a most uplifting spiritual high; one similar to tuning into the most sublime Gregorian chants. There is definitely something to this strange but comforting occurence, but what?
Let me come at this question from the angle of mimetic desire and the freedom of the Queendom/Kingdom of God. In our day-to-day consciousness, ego or fragmented psyche is never far away. When pressure situations unexpectedly confront us our little ego warrior is always there ready to protect us, albeit by demonizing the other, the one blamed for our fast-approaching catastrophe. The pre-wired fight or flight tendency within the neural programming of our magnificent central nervous system, is all too willing to work hand in hand with our edgy ego advocate. Sadly, it looks like we’re stuck with such an automatic reflex response to perceived, if often illusory, dangers. Or are we?
Saul of Taurus, aka St. Paul, who claimed to be the most prolific of tongues speakers within the early Yeshua movement, has a somewhat interesting take on things. He claims that glossolalia is a verbal expression of the human spirit; a psycho-spiritual link joining our inner Divine Spark to the transcendent Divine Fire without. In previous articles I’ve suggested that experiential salvation has less to do with escaping a fearful fiery hell and more to do with our release from our internal psychic prison, viz. our skewed desire center and its ego ally.
So may I respectfully suggest that tongues speaking is a psychic switch of sorts, a tool to unhook us, albeit temporarily, from the dominance of our conscious mind and its default desire settings. In other words, the voluntary act of speaking in an unlearned language is a form of desire detachment, a realignment with our spirit I AM, and subsequently, an experiential connection with the energising flow of Divine Presence. The tongue in question is somehow tuning our inner receiver into the Divine channel, while defusing our psychological tendency for desire conflict.
Without having to enter into an uncontrollable, frenzied state of nihilistic abandonment, the tongues speaker has consciously moved into an altered state of consciousness, one where they retain full control but have a therapeutic, detached space in which to breathe – a mini ‘holy of holies’ if you like, one free from the constant chatter of their restless, love-starved sub-personalities.
So where does that leave us? Well, for me, the gift of tongues is an authentic psycho-spiritual ability for the purpose of disengagement and connection. To disengage from the swirling desire Matrix in which we all swim – to connect to our core Self and its Mother Ship, Divine Love. Though best done in private I reckon, far from the showbiz settings of white-suited TV evangelists and their somewhat hypnotised followers.
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Writer Dylan Morrison 