The Swoon of Delirium

The Tools of Mysticism Series : IIX

A scratch on a child is healed very easily with an elastoplast.  Other injuries may take longer … especially if the nature of the scratch is hard to determine. There are of course many but our study of the human condition selects as the scratch … the sunstroke of the butterfly. Its quite daunting.

 

The sun's rays shines on everything. In its light the human is born again into his second life as the man who was once a star. In his recovery he brings the star quality to play in the sun. It is a special quality of love and poets everywhere have referred to the love they found on a summer's day as the raison d'etre of their lives.

 

It is a love between a man and a woman but it intimates of situations greater. Its also the love of the sky for the earth, of a man for another man and mostly of a man for himself. It doesn't stop there though. It reaches for something higher … it doesn't know what it is yet … but figures it'll know when it gets there.

 

It seeks itself in the quality of adoration … in the sound of emptiness … quite often in the perfectly ordinary. Its in the breath, on the chest and rests in the thighs. Indic studies named the quality they seek as Arpa, the phonetic sound*. In translation that may mean … what? or Father … and in variations of its phonetical pronunciation … meaning, purpose, fire or cognition. Like the formerly mystic syllable ' Om ' its the new mantra.

 

Its almost as if … if we reduced every sound, every vision, every touch and sensation to just one thing … it'll be Arpa. It rests in a special part of our being, undivided, invisible and unknown. But it lends itself to all that we do both as an individual and as a social member. It seeks to bring our many attributes, wants and qualities to it so that we know everything we do in life has a meaning and purpose.

 

Man has never stopped to search for it and its mystery has grown to extraordinary lengths in recent years. To-date our view of the achievement refers to the final leap we make into faith … its my impression that that is no longer true. At the threshold to its gate, the mind goes into a swoon and then we regain attention to find that we are in it. Always were. In retrospect we realize that we may have had too much sun.

 

 

 

* Arpa �" pronounced ' Up ' + ' pa '