In the Name of the Goddess, I Say to You . . .

All saints revile her, and all sober men Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean - In scorn of which I sailed to find her In distant regions likeliest to hold her Whom I desired above all things to know, Sister of the mirage and echo.It was a virtue not to stay, To go my headstrong and heroic way Seeking her out at the volcano's head, Among pack ice, or where the track had faded Beyond the cavern of the seven sleepers: Whose broad high brow was white as any leper's, Whose eyes were … [Read more...]

On My Love for Sophia, Our Lady of Wisdom and Mercy

It is common to suppose that knowledge is not wisdom, but just what is the difference between them? Mapping knowledge is easy enough: mathematics, science, humanities, social studies (they should be scholarly, but they are not sciences), then dividing them into categories, subcategories, and so on, down to a subncategory small enough that one can know everything relevant to that tiny slice of reality. That is the ambition of almost every academic researcher. But as a result, said researcher … [Read more...]

How I Learned to Be Psychic

 In order to explain my theories about the nature of consciousness, I need to first relate how I became convinced that our minds have talents that cannot be explained in the Newtonian universe that most of us live in in our daily lives. I have no natural talent for being psychically sensitive. Instead, like most chronic depressives, I early on learned to ignore all my feelings in order to get on with each day’s business, and those feelings included any intuitive impulses.In 1959, I and my fi … [Read more...]

The Man Who Falls in Love with Goddesses

He never wants to fall in love; it's justThat every once in a while She walksInto his life, grows wings, burstsInto flame, and then he knowsIt's Her, and he must loveAs long as She decides to stay,Whether a year, or just today. Sometimes she doesn't even know,And there is no way to tell her; soHe works, and waits for the pain to end,Knowing She'll be back again.But when she hears and can assent —Yes she said Yes I will Yes! —Flesh wit … [Read more...]

Rodin and Claudel

                        And God will pardon Paul Claudel                         Although he sent Camille to hell.   Artists sleep with their models and paint Their lovers, fall in love and fall again. Women are always in their lives. Art needs love, as life needs rain.   When he ascends to that white-hot space Where the Gods control his hands, Prudence (that rich, ugly old maid) Does not exist in his universe. Painting after painting flows through his fingers When he turns from his … [Read more...]

A Dialogue of Angels

What existed before the beginning? “Before” and “beginning” are irrelevant.Time is not primordial, nor is space or matter or energy.Then why is there something rather than nothing? If nothing existed, we would not exist to know that nothing.Yet nothing exists if it is unknown. Therefore nothing, being unknown, cannot exist; therefore something exists.You’re playing with words. That is how it all began, by playing with words. In the beginning, there is … [Read more...]

“History” — Part III

Canon   15. Innocence: The Sorceress Blake told you and told you: you never heard.There's only the single speechless word.It verberates your wordy skies,It multiplies your bawdy ground.As sound is unified with word,The Lord is unified with sound. I am She who dances on the faceOf the waters, ignorant of light.Over, ever, harrowing your rock,I dance the clothless customs of the air.I swing my heels in demption's tree,I toss you d … [Read more...]

“History” — Part II

[For an overview of this poem and its complete title, please see the previous blog.]Second Theme 7. Sunlight When the whirled is all inhuman Flower, what can I say To the angel flaming Flower-spectrumed in Eden? Shall I ask this angel Who's got my mind in hock, Who burns my eyeballs green, Who strips the gears of my soul Naked, for wisdom? No, It's the always instant Of knowing nakedness That makes us men. When self Begins to speak again, the leaf Will mean again, and … [Read more...]

“History” — Part I

In December 1963 I had a spontaneous series of altered states that lasted for about three weeks. In the center of it was an ecstatic conversion experience much like what had happened to me at age 14. Most people have no idea that such an experience is even possible. Those who do know about it think that it is always a conversion from one set of beliefs or faith community to another. In my case, and I think in many historical cases, it was a conversion from ignorance to knowledge. Belief became … [Read more...]

Of Infinity, Divinity, and the Big Bang

My poem Five Canticles of Wisdom begins  0 In the beginning there is no beginning.There is only the Goddess and her nameIs Everything-All-the-Same and Fullness.IWhen Her name is Wandering Wide,She danced on the waters.Before She turned upon the wind,The stars are Her daughters. She turns upon the elementsA dance of celebrationThat to watery nothing givesA name and habitation. Her dancing turned upon the wind;The wind snake … [Read more...]


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