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Yang moves by expanding and contracting; just like the way our heart beats. In its extreme form, its pulsating power is explosive and destructive. It expands by pulsating lives within its vicinity. It does not network; it conquers.
Yin moves by crystallizing entities of similar quality. In its extreme form, it freezes everything within its vicinity. It expands by resonating with natural frequencies of similar range. Networking is its specialty.
I took a spiritual tour around your spiritual vicinity. It is moving, but everything is in slow motion; yin and yang elements. And Qian 15 is about the resonance power of a natural state.
Natural state is your body vibrating at its natural frequency. Natural frequency of a body is frequency at which the body will start to resonate freely. It can be found experimentally by testing it at various frequencies. But the easiest way to experience it is by inducing a free falling sensation and spiritual descending through layers of bodily states. I had to go through quite a number of layers of emotional impurities when I simulate a free fall through your energy states.
But the real techniques are in whatever you have been experiencing so far; as outlined in my previous post. In fact, the most difficult part of overcoming the inertia of learning is already over. It is an ideal time to get back into the learning process; but placing more emphasis on appreciating the powers, skills and applications of each of the yin qualities.
Yin announces its presence with its calming effect. If your presence can calm down your conflicting environment in your work place, that day will be your graduation day.
Yin networks. If you are actively networking; then yin is at work. If your network expands and helps keep streaming in, it is time to celebrate.
Yi accommodates. If you are actively giving and accepting helps, yin is at work. Most importantly, if you can accommodate spiritual helps, it is time to fly. You have to return the favor once you accept His help; but then again, it is not as if you have a choice.
Yin heals. If your physical pains suddenly disappear, yin is at work. Your present immobility is spiritually imposed; to stop you from making any yang moves and turn your full attention on your yin lessons. In fact, your degree of mobility is a good gauge of your spiritual progress; and it also a sign that you are moving in the right direction.
The qualities of yin will always remain the same. But their manifestations are very specific to individual needs. Your manifestations are to crystallize you into Princess Arabella in a feminine form.
Energy is formless. It is the power center of I Ching. It can turn a whole to a naught; and a naught to a whole; that is 1-to-0 and 0-to-1.
A formless I Ching means you are one with everything; dissolving yourself into nothing. Just as easily, you can be anything; by regrouping into any form that underlines the essence of the predominant energy state. And this is the only first step into the magical realm of I Ching world.
Yes, formless I Ching has been my dream and driving force all these struggling years. I was and still am being forced to learn about I Ching in its formless state; just like the way you have been forced to learn about yin. Worst, the teacher is invisible and the book is wordless. Wordless means making sense out of senseless words. There is no one else to turn to for clarifications and answers. HE is the only source.
I can say with a huge sigh: I understand your pains.
To know that by Yin networking you are referring to a spiritual level is the most helpful thing you could say. That makes ultimate sense and i can see better how to proceed. On the connection with Nature I would suppose there is no clear way through, except that maybe for me Nature has something more to do with music than trees ands flowers because that is my natural element.
rock-faces are windows to the spirit world
that's something I've felt too . . :bows:
I never underestimate the role women will play in what I think is a transitional point in human / earth changes.There's something particular I've found in the relationship to the Earth that goes way beyond the cliche of "Mother Earth" which humanity I think has outgrown. By that I mean humanity is not a child anymore but we have the potential to be co-creators - we are reaching puberty as it were in our understanding of the ecology of the mind and landscape - at least, a significant proportion of people. The receptacle of the woman as a vessel and receiver in this sense is quite important, in my view. The birthing of child has always been a symbolic potential for birthing worlds...
Arabella, your formless state is perfect for being where you need to be when the time is right for you to flow into that form - so to speak lol.
One story that stands out for me from the months on the mountain and struggling up and down -- something rather magical that has suddenly come to mean a lot more -- I will write out later today and share with you, but that will take a little time and for the moment it's time to do my job before i get fired! Feels weird being here on the "flat land" in normal clothes without the trekking boots after so long in my lumberjack outfit. I feel quite the dainty human being really.
Wow !
ditto!
gosh, Arabella, that alone could be your 55.4 . . :bows:
In the months I've spent up here I've become very adept at talking to myself. Out loud. I read to myself out loud, sing, just to be sure I can still make noise, and some sense, if I have to. And in this case I swore a blue streak, including giving God a right telling-off. I wanted to know what was the point of this. Why come so far in life to end up falling in a waterfall and freezing to death? Why scare living hell out of somebody who is only trying to live for pete's sake and, anyway, if life is a learning experience, would God, or somebody, mind letting me know the name of THIS lesson? And I was just angry, fed up, cold. And when I rolled back toward the road to find a clearing where I might stand I realised I'd broken a rib or two. Then I was angry -- and in pain -- and just plain exhausted and scared. So I shouted out at God, "Are you ever going to tell me what this is all about?" And since there wasn't any response I set about muttering and finding the pole that had flown into a snow drift and trying to figure out how I would support myself for the remaining climb with my right side out of commission.
I'd never realised before what it felt like to breathe in ice crystals, how much it stings. My clothing, built for the weather supposedly, was already so damp and frozen it crackled. And I started to climb again gasping, OOh, OOh, with every step. I'd moved several hundred yards in fifeen or twenty minutes when it occurred to me I might not make it. I looked back downhill. My tracks were already filling where I'd just been and I knew the snow covered sheer ice. Another fall and I could be off the cliff and into far worse trouble. I gazed back uphill. In another twenty minutes I could make it to the silos and shelter a moment under one of them temporarily. But the pain in my side throbbed and breathing was a nightmare. What to do?
I headed uphill again, now exhaling after each breath: DAMN DAMN, DAMN. And worse. Peering into the blizzard for some idea of my progress, some landmark, I saw a grey figure standing at the head of the track. A man. And a dog? About the size and shape of my father, when he was alive. About the size and shape of my dog, when he was alive. Great, I thought, I'm dead. This is something to do with the afterlife. I died. Maybe I fell off the cliff and died. And now this is some illusion. And something said, "Well then why am i still so bloody cold?" Nevermind, keep walking.
I was about ten paces from this figure and still not sure of his identity when he rushed forward, grabbed my backpack, my trekking poles, and me. "I'm taking you home," he said. Well, then I am dead for sure, I thought. This is the wagon. And he put me into some kind of strange green jalopy that stood on enormous tires, high off the track. And he loaded in my stuff. When I looked around the dog, a border collie, had jumped into the back and was laughing at me.
We roared uphill, past the silos, through the farmland, over cattle guard, bridge and straight up the mountain. "Where am I taking you?" the man asked. Which surprised me, because I thought this was a done-deal and he was the one who knew the destination, not me. But I gave him the name of my cottage and he just nodded and in moments, we were there. And he reversed the procedure he'd gone through before, lifting out my stuff, then me and saying, "I'll put all of this in the house. Can you make it in yourself?" And I hobbled in. He looked around and said, "What's the purpose of struggling to come to a place you don't want to be? Anyway, it isn't even warm in here!" Somewhat enigmatic statement since he couldn't know if I wanted to be there -- or not! And it occurred to me he had known I was hurt -- but couldn't have seen me fall.
I said I'd make my own fire when he offered, and asked him why he happened to be standing along the track. He said, "Today I knew you would need help. So I waited." And all the other questions I should have asked like why he knew I might need help, and how he knew, I didn't ask, because he left.
There was just one chance to shout out the door, "Who are you?" And he said, "Gordon." And that's the last of him because I've never seen him again and the neighbors never heard of him. I've looked up the name Gordon and in Gaelic it means "the beloved." I've been thinking ever since what to make of it.
So, guys, I have met the Barbarian chief, probably. His name is Gordon, the Beloved. And I definitely saw stars on that occasion, if only as a result of broken ribs, whether the Big Dipper or not, I can't say.
Joking aside, this is rather hefty stuff -- no? Does anybody know what was the difference between the traditional and Mawangdui texts? Perhaps, therein, lies my answer in regard to who/what Gordon represents. Something between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea?
All day I've had this song from Squirrel Nut Zipper going through my head: "Who's kissed the Devil, who's kissed his tongue? Who has kissed the Devil on his tongue?" Not an image that usually comes to mind, but my kids have this CD and it popped out of nowhere. Maybe more like, who's faced the Devil, his own Devil, and told the story? In which case, coming to the edge of that crevass and almost rolling in with broken ribs is about as close to hell as I want to go this year. Living through it and writing down the story is something of a triumph, something auspicious I would say. But I think 55.4 is also about having to go on a while longer with no clear answer, if I've understood what others have written about that line on Clarity in the past.
Just found this in an archive note from none less than the Spar Hawk himself:
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:bows:
I wonder if you will ever meet Gordon again
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