Procreation & Co-Creation ~ An Adult Conversation…

sperm_egg_250

There are many positions from which to explore the relationship of sexual ecstasy and spiritual ecstasy; though, for this tryst, I’d like to expand upon just one angle ~  how the act of procreation gives us insight into the act of co-creation.

The impulse that gives rise to this intimate discourse is the coupling of two subjects from my recent posts:  “Peace to the 3rd Power” and the climax from the article that I reblogged, “The World is like a Divine language.”

In my post, I told of my serendipitous encounters with three peace signs, each one bringing peace to a deeper level of my being.   In the other  post, the conclusion reached is that:   ” … if the world is the result of the Divine Word offered at the beginning of time, then nature in its entirety can be taken as a symbol of supernatural reality.”

Looking at these two thoughts together, perhaps it is no accident that many incantations and invocations are done in repetitions of three. Likewise, perhaps it is no accident that we say “the third time’s a charm”. For these both mirror the thrice-fold nature of procreation.

In procreation there are three instances of penetration, and three corresponding instances of enfoldment, that take place: the phallus penetrates the vagina, the semen penetrates the cervix, and the sperm penetrates the egg.   In this final phenomenon there is a consummate merging that results in the miracle of conception.

Looking at this aspect of nature as “a symbol of supernatural reality”, for us to bring our intentions to fruition, the same must occur.  Our awareness must penetrate 3 layers of being, to that place where there is a consummate merging of our Individual Soul and the Absolute Soul.  Of the many intentions that we carry with us, for those to which we have given the greatest energy there will a final phenomenon in which there is a merging or our seminal desire and the Creatrix that results in the miracle of inception.

 

 

Peace to the 3rd Power

IMG_1884

When the mind is troubled, how does one successfully shift to a place of peace?   Perhaps the magical number 3 offers a hint.

On my walk this morning I was brooding over angry thoughts.  I’d push them away, turn my attention to the world around me, and very quickly the thoughts would return.  There was nothing that could be done in the moment to address the issue that was causing the anger, so it was a matter of dealing with the emotions and not the situation.

Since I was so uninspired I decided to make it a short walk and returned to my door.  But, second-thoughts stalled me in the entryway.  I was giving up too soon, I realized; a longer walk, not shorter one, was what I needed.

Not much changed in my mood, as I stared at my feet walking down the sidewalk, lost in my thoughts.  But, as frequently happens, I lifted my head just in time; the sight I found before me was this wonderful peace sign embedded in someone’s lawn:

IMG_1884

Struck by its beauty and the intention of those who created it, I was immediately uplifted.  With my mood lightened, my head no long bowed in thought, and my pace quickened, I turned the corner.   A few houses down that block I encountered – another peace sign…

IMG_1885

So, now I’m laughing.  I love how the universe works.

But, I say to myself, “the third time’s a charm – let’s see if I encounter a third peace sign” – rather playfully challenging the universe to bring me another one.

A bit further down the street  I stopped to admire this bit of landscaping.   As I gazed upon it I realized that, intentional or not, the plantings within the brick circle took the form of the peace sign. The picture doesn’t capture it, (and I didn’t want to step into their yard to get a better shot) but the tall plants to the left form the top spoke and the feathery plants to the right fanned out like the bottom spokes of the peace sign, encircled by the bricks:

IMG_1892

Now, I’m no longer laughing, but feeling a reverent gratitude, and a deep sense of peace.

The three peace signs caused me to consider the three layers of the mind, the conscious, the subconscious, and the unconscious.  Briefly defined, these are 1) one’s awareness at the present moment, 2) stored memories that are readily accessible, and 3) instinctual drives, buried memories, psychological conditioning, and emotional wounds that can drive our behaviors.

To intentionally quell a turbulent mind and attain a state of equanimity requires more than just working on the first level.  If necessary, we can push away or replace thoughts to stay present with other matters, but we are essentially suppressing what’s churning underneath. And as long as it’s still churning, it can repeatedly bubble up into to our thoughts, no matter how many times we try to put them on the back burner.

Through one technique or another, one can bring peace to each of these levels, until it resonates at the core of one’s being.

Shanti, Shanti, Shanti

Blackbird, Red-Winged

This post from Barb is quite wonderful. Her lovely verse reminds me so much of the lines from Peter Mayer’s song, “Holy Now”
“This morning outside I stood
saw a little red-winged bird
shining like a burning bush
singing like a scripture verse…”

Barb’s post inspires me to share Mayer’s song, and Sunday is the perfect day for it, so I’ll try to add a link to it. His words express so well the shift in perspective that “Everything is Holy Now”.

Re-assembling Osiris

x 20
Continuing with the Egyptian theme from yesterday’s post, the story of Isis searching the land of Egypt for the dismembered parts of her slain husband, Osiris, gives form to some thoughts that I’ve been having about my experience since I began my Sunrise Sadhana.

Through the experiences that I’ve written about, and other encounters that I haven’t, I have often felt that I was in the process of re-collecting parts of myself that I had for various reasons left behind or neglected or forgotten.  My experience yesterday with the sun and moon and the resulting re-animation of my past experiences with Horus brought that sensation into exceptionally high relief, again, appropriate relative to the myth of Osiris.

My experience also brings to mind the short story by Margret Atwood, “Isis in Darkness”,  in which an aging poetry professor who has lost his way makes it his life’s purpose to search out and assemble the life and works of one of his former students, Selena, whose poetry he admired.  Selena lived her life as a poet but became disillusioned, succumbs to alcoholism, and dies before her time.

While the story movingly reverses the male-female roles of the myth, it is also clear that in reconstructing Selena’s life, he is also redeeming, and reconnecting with, his own soul.  This student’s paper puts it very well:

http://uwf.edu/bookclub/Wilderness%20Tips%20Student%20Article%201.html

By undertaking this project, he accomplishes two things: First, he takes on the role of Isis, transforming Selena into an immortal author by bringing together the pieces of her life, and second, he transforms himself into an author in his own right. Just as Isis reconstructs herself while she reconstructs Osiris, Richard builds himself into the author he has always wanted to be as he pieces together the note cards that contain the facts he has learned about Selena.

Both the original myth and Atwood’s story hint at this profound process that we are all capable of doing for ourselves.  While the process is always poignant, whether one’s story ends in tragedy or beatitude depends upon the undertaking.

 

 

 

Left Eye Moon ~ Right Eye Sun

Sun-Moon

For the third month in a row, as part of my Sunrise Sadhana, I made a brief sojourn to an undisclosed hilltop location this morning to watch the full moon set in the west as the sun rose in the east. I did not at all expect that this morning’s observance would revivify my past experiences with the Egyptian God Horus…

The sun and moon are frequently in the sky together, but it is only for a moment each month that the full moon (from our earthly perspective)  is in the sky with the sun.  For only a moment each month our two orbs balance each other, poised in opposite directions, one rising in the east as the other sets in the west.

Yesterday evening I was sharing this at a small gathering and as I described this celestial event I was going to observe in the morning, I unconsciously outstretched my arms, palms facing upward, to gesture their antipodal positions.  To which someone quipped, “And you’ll be holding one in each hand.”  I responded with an unabashed “Yes!” and we all shared a good-natured laugh at the prospect.

So this morning, standing on my hilltop as a fulcrum between the two orbs, I decided to do just as my friend had teased.  Without thinking, I turned toward the north, and stretched my right hand out to the sun and my left hand out to the moon.  As I imagined holding these two heavenly spheres, a couple of things happened. On the one hand (pun intended), I was flooded with a wonderful sensation of these two energies flowing into me, converging within me, uplifting me.

On the other hand (pun also intended), I was flooded with memories that brought a deeper meaning to the experience…which requires briefly recounting a couple of stories…

First ~ Years ago, when I was still a relative newcomer to the spiritual quest, I was asked to help lead a meditation service at the interfaith church I was attending.  Just before the service the main facilitator and I closed our eyes in silent prayer, asking for some divine assistance with the information we were about to deliver. When I opened my eyes –  and I want to stress that, with my eyes open, what I next saw was not something I saw in my imagination, it was something I saw with my  eyes –  there was an apparition of the Egyptian God Horus across the room from me.  At the time, I had no idea who he was –  a muscular male figure with the head of a falcon, wearing a loin cloth that was clearly Egyptian.  Once I described what I had seen to others, they quickly surmised that it was Horus, and subsequent research and experience proved this to be so.

Second ~ Some months later, while sitting in the sanctuary of that same church, this time with eyes closed in meditation, another completely unbidden image came to me.   In my mind’s eye I saw an Eagle swoop out of the sky and land on my right shoulder while at the same time an Owl swooped out of the sky and landed on my left shoulder.   They both perched for but a moment and then simultaneously reached over and plucked out my eyes, the Eagle taking the right eye and the Owl taking the left.   I remember my body tensing in shock as this unsettling image played out. Without pausing however, the two birds then replaced my old eyes with new ones – the eye of the Eagle in the right and the eye of Owl in the left.

Once again, I could write at length some explanatory and interpretive notes, but, for the moment, I will just provide a few details and allow the reader’s mind to flesh out the significance…

Those familiar with Egyptian lore know that the right eye of Horus is associated with the sun and his left eye is associated with the moon.   For those not familiar with Horus, his story is well worth researching – you’ll find a fuller account quite fascinating.

As for the Owl and the Eagle, the Owl is of course a lunar animal and the Eagle is its solar counterpart.

So in my unconscious gesture last night, which elicited an intuitive response from a friend, and in my following that leading through assuming an unconscious posture (turning north rather than south) this morning, holding the sun in my right hand and holding the moon in my left, quite a profound event was activated.  It is striking how there is a perfect congruency between these three experiences of the sun and moon, the yang and yin, the masculine and feminine, the intellect and intuition, of Horus, and of the Eagle and the Owl.

 

 

Paths of Light

IMG_1768

One hundred searching souls
lined the hallowed shore.
As the waking sun glimpsed
through the parting clouds,
like divinity’s own eye,
to each a path of light
appeared upon the water.
From the sacred ground
where each soul stood
a personal path beckoned
as though drawn by cord to chord.
All paths emanating
from the same light,
all paths leading back
to the same source.