A Path of Sunlight

The sun at its lowest point continually lights a path into the human heart. This is the meaning of the winter solstice event in Newgrange in Ireland, where the sun's rays on the shortest day of the year penetrate the narrow passageway into the chamber at the center. The path of the sun is a coming, an advent, into the center of the human being. And there are many other paths which prepare for this. The path of the angel into human consciousness, bearing a message. The path of a star across the sky. There are paths which are singular and subjective - for example, the path moonlight takes across the water to where you stand. No two people will see exactly the same path, because no two people stand in the same place. Likewise the path between you and a rainbow: a rainbow is not an optical illusion, it is a singular, subjective experience based on where you stand in relation to sun and rain. But you will never objectify it or make it the same for all people.

That the sun must light its path into your heart is the most significant thing of all. You may stand and gaze across the country, seeing its low rays catching the stubble in the fields, almost awakening a memory of the long stalks swaying in the summer sunshine. But the view is frozen: frost creates a floor for the fields which seems permanently white; sheets of ice evade the fingers of attempted thaw. There is something about the frozen world which will never change. At this point only the human heart is capable of making a wondrous birth, a new beginning. And this it does within the shrine at its center. The world lives again because of this leap in the human being, which the angel has foretold, which the path of the star has revealed in the sky.

All this may seem like anthropomorphizing, like unscientific clutching at straws. But science has lost sight of the individual path, of the singular, subjective event in human life. The path of the human being down through the stars onto earth is another such event, capturing, at the moment of birth, the exact brilliance of all the planets and constellations in a unique way. No two human beings have the same horoscope, even twins born ten minutes apart. For many people these things are just fanciful - but in their hearts, I believe, they are longing for a return to the deep truths of the subjective path. The mind can create objectivity and has to do so, but experience must be allowed. The path to the Guardian Angel is the one I would finish on. A childish notion? Let it be so. But a living being who has our unique, individual interests at heart in a way that only a child's eye for truth can properly comprehend.





Jay

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Rock-Crystals

The virtue of the sun going lower - being driven lower - is that its level rays strike deeper into narrow openings hidden in the earth. And in these openings lie caves which, at other times of the year, conceal their unspoken ornaments in perfect darkness. Even the names of rock-crystals tumble from the lips like precious imaginations: chrysoprase, heliotrope, rose-quartz, amethyst. But now, under the spell of the lowering sun, their angles and eminences, their curious colors and striking transparencies, flash into life and extend far beyond their normal, lowly domain.

My best counterpart for their metaphor is the human brain, or perhaps - better - the human skull. Ah! the number of thoughts which have been passed over or concealed because their true value was never allowed to shine! The number of thoughts which only need the glancing, angled light of the sun for a short space of time to reveal their radiance, their glorious-sounding names! And these are the thoughts which have been growing in us, in the manner of crystals, over long periods of time. How odd that they only need the corner of the year to flash up into brilliance!

Why? Because these are the thoughts which line the wall of the cave, which grow in us without our probing or stimulation. At their deepest level these are the thoughts which answer the call of the sun with their eternal light, stored for this moment - their precious names speaking only when our senses are lowest to the ground. Precious or semi-precious, these thoughts belong to the universe and grow in us.

The constellations of the zodiac, too, are like twelve sleeping figures around the inside of a cave - and are often described as such in fairy-tales. If you, as hero, bring the magic crystal - the sun-illumined light of thought - into the cave, the sleeping figures will rise and guide you - and rescue the kingdom in its time of need.

The time is now, the kingdom is in need, and the crystals must shine again at the lowest elevation of Helios, the sun.

Jay

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The Coming Age

The day is coming when soul and sound, when self and sight will be one. It will be the time when cosmos and consciousness will live inside each other. And at the heart of both there will be a birth, a newborn child. This is the meaning of Advent in the Christian year - a long, slow growth through all of time to the point at which the meaning of life, the perfect human being is born. And it's a laborsome process too, through all the realms of earth in which the very foundations of our life were laid down. Thus the shining minerals, the sleeping plants dreaming of sun, the rapt, attentive animals pursuing life and finally - finally - the human being conscious of rising through all these things. And all this in four weeks!

                                                  

It is the time when inner and outer experience each other in mutual interchange; when my consciousness seems to rhyme in the moisture coating the day; when the sun keeps every precious moment wrapped in faith; when the cosmic poetry of creation wakes with me in the morning.

The expansion of consciousness is a gift of nature but we only win back the cosmos through our own efforts. It is waiting to be won - not by storm or acquisition but by gentle birth. I believe this is true whether or not you are a Christian. But the Christian imagery leads up to this point. A process of labor culminating in the birth of what was always present, what was always waiting for us. A process which wins back the different kingdoms of life. It is the story of the world and of evolution, irrespective of faiths.

I see this in the blue of the sky, hiding behind a screen of righteous cloud. Within my skin the cosmos; within its shell the newborn self appears.

Wind

Listen! In the rattling of the wind

an angel comes with promise of new birth;

within the closed might of clouds

a sorrow which is joy declares itself.

Can I bring myself over the hill of pain

to see the tired world breathe in life?

Can I hear the touch of wings

where the seasoned wind grows most strong? Listen!

Jay

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Author: Jay Landar
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Ever Higher Into the Blue

I see that patch of blue through the mist in November and its quality is unattainable. Everything else dances attendance on it. The crooked, coiling branches of the oaks contain their dark dreaming - some leaves might fall if a gust of wind should summon itself from the centre of the earth. There are walls here confining nothing. Their shifting surfaces release thoughts into the air. Pathways, trees, superbly crafted branches - a tumbledown greenhouse, poets in circles going round and round. And crows, rising like black shades where the leaves have fallen. Their cacophony beclouds the sky.

Everything depends on that patch of blue. Its continuing light fills every thought - each hope, each confinement, each fallen shape - right down into the next gust of wind concealing itself in the centre of the earth.

Jay

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The New Romanticism

In the age of the Romantics poets, artists and musicians gazed out at the world and what they saw struck awe and wonder into their souls. With their hands, their brushes and their pens they conducted the orchestra of skies and restless seas. Inspired by their own restless natures they strode across the landscapes of Europe and made themselves a part of the imagery of the era. Today the world has changed. Artistic and thoughtful souls feel that the gaze has been reversed: nature is peering back into the human being and searching for a moral landscape it can write about, extol and travel. The axis of the world has changed.

The human being in turn creates either a shadow or a transparency. Only a solid form will generate a shadow and, in so far as the human soul has not received its share of wonder and awe, of light and color, it will remain solid. Those who lived their lives in the past with eyes firmly shut form only an opaque surface for nature today. For those who took in the truly luminous nature of the surrounding world a new field of vision opens up. They have the opportunity to learn transparency.

But there are at least three aspects of transparency. There is the luminosity on the side of nature; then there is the numinous world of the divine on the other side; and in the middle there is the self which, in its non-solid state, has to learn to see itself again. By shading its eyes it can find itself as after-thought or after-image. In a sense its own presence is no longer of such importance. The luminous world and the numinosity of the Divine are what matters. At one and the same time nature can look back through the human being and the heavenly can look down into the world. This, I believe, is the new Romanticism. Not that we are a reflecting sheet of glass - a mirror - but that we are a transparency that allows the divine and the natural to work through us equally.

These are the thoughts of one who is amazed that these things can happen and that they truly reflect the path of spiritual evolution. We can talk about saving the planet but our activism must also become so soft that we ourselves almost disappear. In what way we are painted into the picture as individuals, or as representatives of our time, is something the future can decide.

Jay

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Picture: Woman Before the Setting Sun by Caspar David Friedrich

A Home to The Unknown

We are all such small, unmodelled things - but at the same time we are equal to the millenia. We feel so minute and powerless in the face of world changes and yet the great cycles of time bow to us in the course of their turning. This is what it means to be human. How does this happen? It comes about because the spirit is homeless. It blows as the wind blows. No one can say precisely where the wind springs from or where it goes to. However, for the length of time that a cloud stands in the sky, that body of vapor gives a shape and face to the wind. It gives a home to the unknown. The human being is like that body of vapor. And yet the cloud has its own properties, its inner consistencies. It has the imagination and intelligence to create great shapes from its mass.

Of course the cloud is not a conscious thing. I am not talking here merely about conscious intelligence. I am talking about the part of the human being which becomes shaper and former - not just as manipulator of the world but as shaper and former of its own spiritual being. Traditionally we play the passive part in religion: we are the created and God is the Creator; we are the supplicants through prayer and right-living, and God bestows his Grace. It's right to think this way. But at the same time we are spiritual beings and the spirit wants to form itself just as the cloud - if it were conscious - would want to take possession of its imaginative shapes, its cathedrals in the sky.

In this sense we are equal to the millenia; the cycles of time bow to us. The spirit is a being which captures its past and exalts its future - while at the same time, in the quietness of its heart, dwelling with the Being which comes and goes as it pleases. I am shaper and shaped and give, for a time, a home to the unknown.

As a poet and author I give shape to these thoughts. They allude to the high and to the eternal; but they are also small and mortal, as a man is before his Maker.

Jay

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