Divine Child

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In a message dated 12/14/99 4:34:40 PM Central Standard Time,

IonaDove@... writes:

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Here are a few reflections on why we shld not confuse Div Child/puer

aeternus:

If u reflect, the Div Ch=is the result, the Wunderkind, of a Div Father n

mortal mother. the Baby Krishna, the Christ Child are two examples.

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Yes. : ) I was getting confused and waiting patiently for Alice's take on

this which I thought was what I thought too.

<<Psychol understood, it is symbolic of the wondrous result when the Div

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w/in n our center of consc[ego] unite - the ultimate fruit of individuation.

in Christian terms, Jesus puts it that unless we become as little children

we cannot enter the kingdom of heaven. tell that to all those of us knocking

our brains out to solve the riddles of being!:} >>

What I find sooooooooo exiting about the process of Wholness or re-lationship

with the Divine Child is that the INNOCENCE returned! YAY! I don't labor

under anymore under the delusion that I can MAKE things work! I CAN " T~!

HOOOORAY! Ohhhhhh, what a relief it is! : ) After the realization of this

intellectually, the LIVING of it day to day began for me a life filled with

even more wonder than I had as a child! : ) It's ALL a mystery and the

magnitude and glorius breadth and majesty of that mystery sometimes takes my

breath away! Every moment is filled with awe at the very prospect of being

alive! This is much, much more than being a Pollyanna! Finding language for

it is difficult! I find the hallmark of being in the world in this way is

that it's easy to love EVERYBODY! Bold statement...but a true one. Could I

have loved thus w/o the connection to the Divine One...absolutley not.

<<<So what are the characteristics of infants? utter trust, acceptance,

living

in the now n u fill in more. wonder, amazement, joy, realiz perhaps of our

utter dependency on something greater than we are, the certainty of promise n

growth. remember this is a Div child not a mortal baby.>>>

Yikes! This IS IT! YES~!!!!!!!!! YAY~!!!!!!

<<the archetype of the puer manifests in all sorts of men in diff ways, but

the

strongest characteristic is that they perpetually perceive of themselves as

SONS. sons of mothers or fathers or the Mother Church or the hierarchy of any

social structure. this means 1]a need to be taken care of rather than assume

resp 2]a passion to be free-to-be-me.>>

At last I understand my attraction to the puer! He is SO MUCH LIKE the Divine

Child in his enthusiasm in the " free-to-be-me " mode~! What I have at last

outgrown is the desire to be the mama! HA! SO! We can play until the play

party is over. : )

<<women are lucky bec their bodies tell them where they are at. we know when

we

bec mothers! men don't. puberty is about the best, n the rest is internal.

husband, father are roles conc undertaken. to quote my fr Bly - he

comforted a bunch of angry young women - he said if a puer loves n leaves u -

don't take it personally! good advice. n since we are a Cancer nation - mom n

applepie - ess mein Kind! - we have a lot of puers n 25 yrs ago, Bly descr

them as flower children, now being carpenters n playing the guitar!:} but,

oh, some of them are so enchanting - to this very day.>>

Yeah they ARE! : ) They are FUN~! Just not the kinda guy ya wanna give a

grocery list to ~!!! LOL~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<<on the pos side - they can be the most gifted, artistic, happy, generous,

celebratory souls who enrich civilizations over n over bec of their

enduringly youthful enthusiasm.so what's a little manipulation? is that too

much to ask? ha! or hee hee.>>

Ohhhhhhhhhh~!!!!!!!!!!!! Ya know what? A little manipulation never hurt

anybody as long as you know you're allowing it! LOL~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

tee-hee : )

Cheryl

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(Speaking of Blake:

http://www.pitt.edu/~ulin/Paradise/Blake1808.htm

What I love about the Net is the company of poets and naked souls, dead and

alive.)

Should say I steeped the extended version of Mutt's dream for a couple of

weeks. Some of it was churned up easily enough... the pointing I would

think is from things like the da Vinci paintings we mentioned here and there

in passing: The pointing to things ineffable, etc. All the passing mention

of Roslyn Chapel , etc. (and soemday Wee Mac, I WILL go there with you...and

with the poets to Bath, etc.) .

The Mutt likes to cook things up in his magic cauldron of Stone Soup fame,

always little hidden links jumping here and there from the things occult he

steeps in. Dream fodder. Spend time with adam's alchemy collection: Madly

colorful dreams! That's just the way the mind plays with symbols after the

uc has been activated and begins knitting. ( And play really is the way we

work and learn most things. ) The best symbols point half-way and fire you

on; they keep you moving. And the Mutt loves these sorts of games and

rambles.

The Dream Prophecy question is what I heard pretty clearly in all this,

Mutt. We just touched on prophecy and intuition. Gene asked if I thought

that (I think you were getting at this) the writings culled from waking

dreams -- Revelation for instance, or n of Norwich, St. of

Avila, Scotus, St Catheriine, Hildegarde of Bingen, etc., etc.,

couldn't be prophecy. Of course they are... It's all in the interpretation,

yea? We sieve our unconscious rantings and meanderings through our

conscious, and it's still just a drunken monkey:

" ...Regardless of our conscious convictions, we are all without exception,

in so far as we are particles in the mass, gnawed at and undermined by the

spirit that runs through the masses. Our freedom extends only as far as our

consciousness reaches. Beyond that, we succumb to the unconscious

influences of our environment. Though we may not be clear in a logical

sense about the deepest meanings of our words and actions, these meanings

nevertheless exist and they have a psychological effect. Whether we know it

or not, there remains in each of us the tremendous tension between the man

who *serves* God and the man who commands God to do our bidding.... "

~CGJUNG, Alchemical Studies, Paracelsus as a Spiritual Phenomenon, para 153

Ah-ha: Work with caution.

(So, Mutt... how was I?)

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This has Big Dream written all over it. And our big dreams can direct us

for years. What experience has taught me is to keep it steeping. Don't

settle for the obvious. Expect the unexpected as your buddy Heraclitus says.

I've had one dream that would have been disastrous if I'd fixed on my gut

reaction. But that dream stays with me and keeps telling me new things all

the time.

I liked what Greg said, and more than anything I think it is true: The

encounter with collective archetype, the bedrock, is a valuable experience

in itself. It is Divinity itself, the face of God(dess)and can't be

translated, can't be spoken. That is what has hold of you. I know it is

real, or rather, through the experience, it has become real to me. I have

held its hand.

The Divine Child:

She's got a smile that it seems to me

Reminds me of childhood memories

Where everything

Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when I see her face

She takes me away to that special place

And if I stared too long

I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies

As if they thought of rain

I hate to look into those eyes

And see an ounce of pain

Her hair reminds me

of a warm safe place

Where as a child I'd hide

And pray for the thunder

And the rain

To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine

Sweet love of mine

Where do we go

Where do we go now

Where do we go

Sweet child o' mine

(Guns'N'Roses)

By my soul,

Deborah Mattingly Conner

HGWells and things as they may well have been over dinner at Simpsons,

1896:

" ....Sometimes the images simply take over. Thought-forms self-generate,

slithering through one's brain like liquid light, and Art transmutes them

into form. I'm just the agent of putting things to paper. "

" Sounds a bit like divination. That's rather blasphemous for an atheist, "

Wells chided.

" I'm not an atheist. "

" No. You worship 's nature god. "

sighed. " Who ordains her poets to the vast and mystical realm of

misunderstanding. " He and Helena exchanged grins.

" Nothing's misunderstood, " said Elliott. " It's very simple. Art informs

the spirit. Its locus is Beauty, the eye of Eternity. "

" There. You see! " said Wells, " Beauty! The Pagan mandate. "

" Truth and Beauty, to be sure. And who's to say what's divinely inspired?

Why not , Keats, why not Blake? Did they not feel so? What greater

creation is there than the human imagination? As Wilde says, aesthetics is

the science of Beauty, the search for the mystery of life! Poetry is its

voice. It's the purest form of incantation. A pure essence, a

transmutation of the harmony of the foundation of existence. It's what we

long for: The longing that created us. "

Wells gave a chuckle. " Bravo! And I am predestined to be much more chemist

than alchemist. "