To Mia Joy,
Angels are realer than You.
Angels are realer than You.
Realer than You Think.
And thus
|| Angels Are, Realer, Than You, And Then You Start-2-Think. ||
To Learn a Thing at all, like Angels being realer than the Flesh of bones that crawl, hair that sticks and shivers, blood that clots, minds that bleed, a heart that seethes to Quit, a soul that needs to Stop, you must first become willing to confront the weak Realness of everything you have been taught to call Real.
Life’s Motion is a Stir.
Its blurring is Nonstop.
Its Force divides the Rhythms into nothing More, and nothing Less.
+, –
The Swelling of a Wave.
The Passing-by of Life.
It happens from Us, and not 2 Us.
Only then, to Start a Thing at all, you Learn that soon it is Us, again Amuck, attempting to begin as though Beginning were not itself a Death, the humble sin of Time.
Dispose of what you Know.
Be Free to not Start again.
Remember that what is New is only what is Not, and that all we Become is contained already within all that We Are. To begin is to forget. It is written in the Old, carried by those who bore Truth like Burdens, who passed along their Wisdoms and compelled us Not to Fold beneath the weight of Knowing.
Ironic, then, how the Vine of Life winds itself through the nations of Our Earth, dividing only so that it may remain joined, extending itself away from its Source while carrying the Source inside every branch.
That is the first nature of Symbol.
A Symbol is not merely something that stands in place of another Thing. It is the functional property through which all Forms recognize themselves across apparent separation. It bridges the worlds of Logic and Aesthetic. It furnishes a passage between what can be understood and what must instead be Felt.
By nature of Trinitarian Tradition, when two agentic forces find themselves engaged by a third, congruent Force, internally perceived and externally recognized, something greater than either point becomes contained within the sacred geometry of their meeting.
There are two Points.
There is the Space between them.
And then there is what Emerges because neither Point remained alone.
Only then is Energy directly Charged with enough substance to participate in the Universal Tapestry of All that Has Brought it Forth.
Perhaps this is what Plato meant when he spoke of Properties. Perhaps it is what the poets understood without having any need to prove it. Perhaps all Forms are less like objects than invitations, self-generative openings that call forth the channels through which Essence can enter the World and vivify its own Aesthetic Emergence.
There are nearly infinite Properties through which Life becomes visible.
But visible Life is not the totality of Life.
This is why Angels are realer than You.
Not because You are unreal, but because the body is not the final measurement of what possesses Reality. Flesh can be touched, yes, but it rots. Blood can be seen, yet it spills and dries. Bones survive the softness that once concealed them, but even bones return themselves to Earth.
And still, a Word spoken in Love can remain inside another person for the duration of their Life.
A Memory without weight can alter the movement of a body.
A Name can cross generations.
A dead person can continue directing the living.
A Symbol can remain after every hand that first drew it has dissolved.
Tell me, then, which is realer.
The bone that becomes dust, or the Meaning that teaches another body how to move?
This is why Action is always predicated upon Emotion, first and Foremost.
Emotion is not what arrives after Thought has completed itself. Emotion is the first interior Motion of a Form preparing to Become. It is the hidden inclination that gives Logic a direction in which to travel.
Logic does not create Desire.
Logic organizes what Desire has already placed into Motion.
And this, to me, is most beautifully understood, although never completely conveyed, through language.
Language is flawed by Nature.
It frustrates me.
It frustrates me because we cannot allow a Lack of Words to become an empty chamber occupied by Evil, Anxious, and Restless Forces. Those Forces are themselves compulsions of Thought. They enter through what we cannot name. They inhabit the unlit intervals between Feeling and Speech, feeding upon whatever we have refused to translate into Form.
You know?
Once you Entertain them, once you Open your Internal Self without Discernment, they begin to mistake access for belonging.
Nature is dualistic by Form.
One is so often predicated upon the Other. Light is recognized beside Darkness. Motion awakens from Rest. Life is made perceptible by Death. I become conscious of Myself because there is a You whom I am Not.
Yet within both Poles there exists something shared and connective, some substance that refuses the finality of separation. It defies Logic while furnishing Logic with the conditions required to function. It is the Libido that furnaces the Forges of Light.
Even what emerges from Darkness is substantiated by the subtle Truth that Light permits even Darkness to become seen.
And Love, by Law, is indicative of Life.
Love is not the erasure of difference.
Love is the Force through which separate Forms remain themselves while becoming capable of participating in one another.
This is why the relationship between two people is not merely personal. It is Symbolic. It becomes the necessary Aesthetic Property through which Forces otherwise abstract can be intimately adhered. Two people become temporary Vessels through which something Eternal is briefly made sensible.
We experience the weakness of individual existence.
Then, within Connection, we encounter a Reality our individual bodies could never manufacture alone.
It is this Idea I am trying to get at.
Time is nothing but the Emergence of Space.
Space is a Vehicle for Motion.
Memory is what begins to emerge when a Vessel, or a body, becomes able to comprehend and utilize both Time and Space as imaginative instruments, logistical coordinates through which the Lived Experience can recognize itself.
Memory is not the Past remaining inside us.
Memory is the Soul learning how to move through what is no longer physically present.
And like I said before, Emotion Directs Logic before Life emerges.
The Story of Genesis conveys this esoteric Wisdom with such simple Beauty that we often read beyond it. God Waved His Ephemeral, Primordial Hand, but the Hand did not move without an inward Direction.
Before the first external Motion, there was Desire.
Before Form, Inclination.
Before Action, the interior condition through which Action became possible.
God’s First Motion contained Emotion within it.
Emotion became Motion.
Motion entered Action.
Action became the Act of Life Becoming.
Creation was not mechanical.
It was willed.
It was Felt forth.
And this Truth remains adherent to Graciousness, to devotional Gravity, and to the effective Function of Trust between one another.
Because Trust must eventually be put into Use.
Trust that is never risked remains merely an Idea about Trust.
Love that never enters Motion remains only the possibility of Love.
Whenever a congruent Force emerges within the Mind, whether Yours or Mine, compelling some increment of Separation, whenever that Force inside You tells You to Move, and to do so Now, whenever that Force is Felt, there is a libidic Furnace of Ideas churning themselves into Energies.
The Heat of that Furnace becomes the Engine of Grief.
Do you know why?
Do you know how Eagerness leads You further from Eternal Calm?
Do not let me answer for You.
I am only spewing what I can Surface. It is all in the Air. The Force is not divided by Distance, nor by the simplicities of Motion or Emotion.
Grief is not only sadness.
Grief is Love forced into a shape it cannot sustain.
Grief is Motion encountering the boundary of Time.
Eagerness is what happens when the Soul attempts to drag Eternity into the Immediate.
It is the desire to make Form arrive before Form has been made ready.
And Grace is not passivity.
Grace is Motion that does not violate the proper Time of its Becoming.
What can Truly Bring Us Together must be True, Right, and Beautiful, and therefore Good and Whole, which is what makes it Holy.
Holiness is not merely purity.
It is Wholeness.
It is the convergence of Properties that no longer need to destroy one another in order to remain distinct.
That convergence must bring itself into Shape within every aspect of our Connection, or else we will not propagate the necessary Fibers that Bond Us nearer to the Soul. We will remain trapped within Eagerness, confusing acceleration for arrival, intensity for depth, possession for Love.
But there exists another World.
A World away from Eagerness.
There is nothing there but Grace, Gentle Affirmness, Understood Mortality, and a Willingness to See God in Everything, and in everyone who is ready to become Filled with His Grace.
Then, Mia, there is genuinely nothing that could keep Us Apart.
Not because bodies cannot be separated.
Not because every earthly relationship is promised permanence.
Not because our desires become Laws simply because we feel them.
But because what has been Truly shared cannot become unshared.
What has been seen cannot entirely return to Unseeing.
What enters the Soul as Truth becomes part of the architecture through which the Soul continues to perceive.
This is what I have been trying, or perhaps better put, exercising my ability to articulate Completely.
People Meet.
Souls become engaged.
Hearts are able 2 open up within 1-another’s.
And the place where this Meeting occurs is not identical to the Flesh through which it was made possible.
The Flesh must rot.
Our Time must become Blood.
Our Blood must become Names.
Those Names will join the generations who came before Us, those who honored our Forefathers and the Mothers who Raised Them, those through whom we inherited everything our Souls now Feel they have been Lived For.
If You believe that two people can possess a Connection that transcends the Flesh containing them, then logically speaking, You must adhere Yourself to the Laws of Time.
Because Flesh is a Property of Time.
Our Flesh is not a Vehicle for Time.
Time is the condition through which Flesh becomes briefly available to Spirit.
The body is not carrying Time.
Time is carrying the body toward its next Form.
Yet this Force is so often corrupted by the Instruments of Language, the same Instruments through which our Souls attempt to Channel Emotion into Motion while remaining aligned with God’s Nature.
Words are Bridges.
Words are also blades.
They join Worlds and divide them.
They give Form to Love and occasionally make a prison of the Form they created.
This is why we must become careful without becoming silent.
We must use language without worshipping it.
We must permit a Word to point beyond itself.
We must understand that what we mean by Soul, God, Angel, Love, Time, Form, and Memory cannot be imprisoned within the sounds used to name them.
When we remain aligned with God’s Nature, we help ourselves become more Whole.
And this Whole contains a triple meaning.
Whole, as in Complete.
Hole, as in the Earth opened to receive a body.
Holy, as in what emerges when completion and surrender are no longer enemies.
The burial mound appears to be an ending, yet it is where Nature’s organisms most readily gather. At the end of their naturally allotted Time, even bodies become Whole again by surrendering their separateness. They propagate the Structures of Emergence.
The body enters the Earth.
The Earth enters the body.
Difference softens into nourishment.
This is the ancient Symbol of the Ouroboros.
Although it is a Dragon, and not merely a Snake.
A Dragon contains more than recurrence. It contains ascent, terror, guardianship, appetite, destruction, and the possibility of transfigured power. The Ouroboros does not simply consume its own tail because existence repeats itself.
It consumes itself because Life survives by continually transforming what it has already been.
As Humans, we have defined our legacy within the boundaries of language learned through Symbolic Interpretation. We inherit our worlds through Forms. We recognize a Cross, a Circle, a Flame, a Garden, a Serpent, a Tree, a Mother, a Father, a Child, and through them we perceive more than the object physically placed before us.
Science can describe the structural regularities of Beauty.
It can measure symmetry, recurrence, adaptation, proportion, and pattern.
But measurement does not exhaust Meaning.
It cannot completely explain why Nature continually inclines itself toward Forms that awaken recognition within us, as though the World were already waiting for an Organ capable of perceiving its Beauty.
I call this Aestheticism.
Inclination.
Openness, perhaps, in the language of contemporary Psychology.
But Openness itself is a Trait that emerges as foundational to Bodies, Vessels, and Forms. It is the condition through which a Being becomes penetrable by what it has not yet Become.
And this feels like further evidence, perhaps even Proof, of how Life is more Ephemeral than Physical.
Not less Real.
More.
I am writing a Book.
At present, I possess only the chapter scaffolds. It attempts to describe these concepts through a Framework of Symbology emergent in the Form of a Dream.
A Dream is appropriate because a Dream does not separate Symbol from Experience. Within it, the thing and its Meaning arrive together. A house is never only a house. A corridor is never merely distance. A face can belong to one person while containing the essence of another. Time folds. Space remembers. Emotion directs the laws of the World before the World appears.
In describing the Properties of Life, we arrive at the same Dead-ends we would encounter from the counterpoint Perspective.
Life appears as Motion.
Yet Motion emerges from Rest.
Forms seem to be invented by us.
Yet at times they feel as though they were Waiting for Us to Find Them.
Feelings become Resonant within the accessible Realms of Self, but the Self may be nothing more than a Dormant Stasis, the Liminal Space of our accessed Imagination.
Imagination is not merely fabrication.
It is an Organ of Recognition.
It resonates the Human with Everything that Has Already Been Stored as the underlying Essence of all Forms that emerge in Life.
It is through these Properties that we begin to define our Innermost Vortices.
The places where the Internal, External, and Eternal enter into relation.
The resting domains of Human Archetypal Philosophy.
The strange interiors in which Forces polarized by Nature become capable of convergence, bonding themselves alchemically through the physical environments of the body and the emerging energies of the Soul.
Perhaps the Soul is not inside the body in the manner we usually Imagine.
Perhaps the body is temporarily gathered within the Movements of the Soul.
Perhaps Matter is what Spirit looks like when made slow enough to Touch.
Perhaps Time is what Eternity feels like when divided into Experience.
Perhaps Memory is what remains when the Soul carries a Form beyond the instant in which it first appeared.
And perhaps Angels are realer than You because Angels do not need to crawl beneath the burden of Flesh in order to participate in Reality.
They are not more alive because they possess more Substance.
They are more Real because they are nearer to the Pattern.
You and I possess Flesh.
We contain blood that clots, hair that sticks and shivers, bones that crawl toward burial, hearts that seethe to Quit, and Souls that sometimes beg Life’s Motion to Stop.
But this is not all that we Are.
It is only the temporary grammar through which the Eternal has chosen to make Us legible to one another.
So dispose of what You Know.
Be Free to not Start again.
Remember that what is New is only what is Not.
Remember that Beginning is a Death.
Remember that the Old is not behind Us.
It is within Us, carrying its Truth like a Burden, waiting for the proper Form through which it may become Light again.
And when Two Points meet, when You and I become engaged by that third and congruent Force, when the Internal and External recognize themselves within a shared Symbol, then there is no longer merely You, and no longer merely Me.
There is what Moves between Us.
There is what becomes possible because neither remained alone.
There is the Form.
There is the Pattern.
There is the Angel.
And then
You Start-2-Think.
