Originally published on July 3, 2018, as “A Commentary on Ken Wilber’s “Anamnesis, Part 10”.
The Calendar of Myself
On the other side of Enlightenment, there came a Golden Egg, uncracked and precious. It came into my keeping for many years as I have walked upon the Earth, following the trail of Eros.
The trail of Eros led to Error that was not Error, Earnings that could not be kept, and Early rising on a night I had not slept.
Many pleasures, many treasures, many luxuries have I sought in this precious man-body while I have it. I have tasted Eden in a fashion show and the gardens of Tuileries. I have Eaten in integral cuisines, I have imaged the Apocalypse and how it could be put off for as long as humanly possible. I have consulted Elders and practiced my Zhaulian.
On the other side of Safety, a frog-leap over the desert to the residence of my love Shikhaina, the Abyss (??⚌).
On the other side of Extinction at the deep end of the O Ocean of Spirit, a jump backwards, the Abyss.
Below the inception of Faith in Icicles where I danced in Thunderstorms with Thor, the Abyss.
Orthagonal to the Daze of the mind in a tranced state where I recited and was emanating from Torah in a Tornado, the Abyss.
Orthagonal to the Maze of the meta-mind in an avataric state where I peered at Night from Nur and vice versa, the Abyss.
Above the Way of the Tao-loving mind, where I spoke and listened from a Whirlwind and encountered Uchujin in a Whirlpool, the Abyss.
Orthagonal to the Razor of the mind in a Realizing state, where I played the game of Lila, the Abyss.
Orthagonal to the Bible at the Base of Being itself, where I once passed through a Void, the Abyss.
I was once a Black Stone, I remember that, and big bang boom bust burst bash break bat Babel Baptism Body Bondage. There were beasts and plants and viaducts. I remember that, and it was Beautiful.
I was once a Red Jewel, I remember that. My face shown with an inner ruby-like light, reflecting upon faith fate festivity feces fun functioning phobia focus fear family and freedom, and it was the work of a Thespian.
I was once a Brown Sword, I remember that, and I did my duty, found direction, and danced with deities and devils, delights and disasters, down down down in what I could only call a dream, and it was Zany.
I was once a Golden Egg, I remember that. I saw my self now, examined my own psychology. I saw my society now, examined my own sociology. I saw my soul and ethos, sin and salvation, suchness and samsara. And it made me Shiver in Shame and Shuck the way forward until I tasted Shunyataa.
But Shunyataa was not the Abyss; it was one step before the Shock and two steps before my Education in Embodiment. Emptied into Empathy. Enfolding, encluding, and enacting.
The Abyss is the air around me now, standing at the center-top of a hill in an Emerald City. The Abyss recalls the ‘Biss at my big beginning, the yin master of the inner zone to the yang of my biding-basin in my first exterior zone.
I mount the White Horse at my side and ride down the hill, in view to the Green Bowl like the Puget Sound in the southwest, the Blue Castle rising like a skyscraper in the west, the Violet Heart rising like a Home in the northwest, and the Silver Stars like twinkling argent soldiers in the northern night sky.
Recalling the friendship of Archangel Gabriel (????⚋), Ranger of the Abyss (??⚌), I seek to maneuver beyond my sensual immanence, Gate (??) on the Abyss.
And still yet I carry the Golden Egg, I feel its weight in my own, and feel its fragility too. One day I will adventure forth from these Turquoise shores with white sands. I will take my companion to Yaren on Nauru where we will seek out the Golden Goose herself.
It is not for me to say what I remember or don’t remember about these places. I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprises or erase my capacity to evolve.
All this is sorta remembering, in the calendar of myself.