The Leaving and What Remains After
Joan Lansberry
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March 14, 1997
This picture was taken by Tim Schroder in Scotland
The house addition is all finished. The wooden stairs and deck still need the staining, but that's all that remains. They truly did an excellent job. The deck is beautifully done, with a real art to it. All through the place, there are extra special touches that show the work of a true master. We are really happy with it all. The minor annoyance of a leaking sink can be easily fixed.
Last night, the weariness of a hard day was well rewarded when Laura called us all into the giant tub for a bath. Four can fit into it at one time. We three froliced and soaked away our aches, relaxing minds as well as bodies.
Interesting visitors have found our web site. One couple from a rural place in Massachusetts have a farm there called Cauldron Farm. One is M-F and the other is F-M. They are doing Goddess honoring things with their lands. It is exciting to see others follow their unique path to this destination. Another visitor is a 26 year old musician who wants to start a band whose music will be Goddess inspired. Andriaen was especially moved by our site, and said:
I rejoice to have met these special people, and pray that their days will be filled with many blessings.I love this page, and when I came across it a couple of months ago, I must confess it changed my life, how I saw myself, and how I saw the world. A wonderful synthesis occurred in me, a sense of finally honoring who and what I am; a wonderful, beautiful expression of the Goddess.
I woke up early, shivering. I shivered myself awake, and so got up. All sorts of thoughts were filling my head, after the last few days in which my mind felt clouded over.
I like to play a mental game in which the scenario is that you must leave your house for some reason. You can only take what possessions you can carry. What possessions will you take? If such an emergency ever happens, I may be well prepared mentally. I grab a bag, and go first to my crystals on the window shelf in the sewing room. After putting those in, I grab my jewelry and the few coins I have. Then I rush to the bedroom and get the crystals and the brass Snake Goddess statue beside the bed. I grab my book of spiritual musings called a "Book of Shadows" by some. I go find Laura's and my writings and put them in the bag, including the hard copy of the journal. Next, I put in the small round brass chinese decorative plate, one of the steel pie plates we use for renaissance feasts and my steel drinking mug, and a set of silverware. If there is room and time, I then select out what CDs will fit in the bag. Perhaps ten will fit. No more than that, for then the bag will break. I grab my Celtic favorites, the Cris Williamson best of, Holly Near's Singer in the Storm, the classical violinist Sophie Anne Mutter's Carmen Fantasy....Best to get going, the flood waters are rising, the forest fire is getting closer....
That's one example of this mental game. Another version of "The Leaving, and What Remains After", is the speculation on what happens after you are dead. I was discussing this with Adriaen, who hopes to avoid "enchainment to another round of this conditional existence". I don't know if there is reincarnation. I hope there is, for I like to fantasize on what my future life will be like. I will be this beautiful male to female transsexual, Laura will play a transgendered role as female to male. Julia will perhaps be a regular female. It can be the grist for much delightful meanderings. If there is reincarnation, I must be a new soul, for I don't have "memories" of being here in ancient times. Perhaps I was here once before, born 1870 or so, coming to the flowering of my youthful adulthood during the "Art Nouveau" period and living to somewhere in the 1930's. I've always been drawn to art from that period. I had a dream in which I was a young blonde woman in the 1890's. Laura was transsexual as she is now, young and slender, but with no breasts, for the means to take estrogen hadn't been invented yet. For some reason, we could not fulfill our union in that dream. Perhaps the karmic path with Mary, her ex, hadn't ended yet.
Julia has a whole host of such "memories". She identifies with the Roman queen Julia Domna, and "remembers" other such lives. Even Laura, when she is not indulging the rational, skeptical mind, has such shared "remembrances" with Julia. In one, they feel as though they were the gallae of the ancient path, remembering a temple and other details.
Who can know the ultimate truth of it all? At best we can get only hazy glimpses. It could be that all this is only wistful yearning that there is more than just this life. And so that is what inspired my poem "If". If this NOW is all we get, what then? The yearning that there is more won't make it so. The best investment we can make is to do the most we can with what we know we have. Perhaps we can make something lasting, something immortal out of this life. There's a secure castle. I'll rest my dreams there. Fantasize about the other, but build the foundation on the firmament which is sure.
It was such a harbinger of good fortune that a group of thirty
nine men and women thought their key to heaven's gate was behind
it. One astronomer believed a UFO was hidden there, for a
strange blur showed in his pictures. The thirty nine people,
wanting to evolve into higher beings, became certain this UFO was
an alien spacecraft waiting for them. All they had to do to board
this vehicle was to leave the vehicles they were in. Convinced
their souls were separate from the body, they believed that
leaving the earthen containers would allow their souls to join
the superior aliens. They thought that this was a life-saving
gesture, for those of us remaining on earth would be "recycled
and spaded" over.
What led the head of the group and his followers to this
conclusion? What caused them to become so disillusioned with this
present world? Investigative journalists are now digging the
facts out. Through the internet, their words remained after they
left. Their main page promised the hope that while the comet was
near, you, too, could join them.
The UFO proved to be a smudge on the camera lens. An article
about the leader, Marshall Applewhite, showed it was his initial
crisis over his homosexuality that was the origin of his strange
evolution. He had tried to be a good Christian. But he was
fired from a position as music director at a university when it
was discovered he had had an affair with a male student. Deep
shame filled him so intensely that he ended up in the psych ward.
He met a nurse there, Bonnie Lu Trusdale Nettles, who befriended
him. Together, they developed a UFO cult. She convinced him he
had a special mission. He could help humankind evolve into a
higher species.
This is the cornerstone of most New Age beliefs. But it
developed into something quite different. Marshall, needing to
have a VERY special mission, became convinced he was Christ come
again. The first coming of Christ was also an alien taking over
a human body. And so, he, like Christ, could lead a remnant of
humanity through the gate of heaven. Through the aid of aliens,
humans could overcome their base "mammalian" sexual desires.
Many of the males in the group were castrated to help them do
this.
I grieve so for the loss of these thirty-nine people. I think of
another leader, Troy Perry, and how his life paralleled
Applewhite's. Like Applewhite, Troy Perry was also homosexual,
and was fired from a preaching position because of it.
It caused him a great crisis as well. But healing came to him.
The pain of being rejected by Christian officials was great. But
in him, this pain became a catalyst which led him to truly help
people. Research convinced him of the error of the Church
officials. Homosexuality, per se, was NOT sin, not
evil.
And so he began a haven of spirituality for a people long
despised and rejected. It began with one church in 1968 in Los
Angeles. The Metropolitan Community Church is now a worldwide
organization, with more than two hundred affiliated churches.
These churches give thousands of gay people a spiritual home to
come to. One served for me as just such a home.
I cry to think of this one lost angel. I wish that the beauty of
sexuality had been revealed to him. But he was never to learn
that. And now thirty nine people are dead.
Desperately Seeking Meaning
By Figarro
Sorry I can't buy that as this man's thoughts or repressions.
This guy was on his way out from liver cancer. He was not an
angel, but
messenger of doom and confusion. I see him as more evil, from
satan,
bringing with him nothing but mistruths, confusion and
misguidance
for the weak to find and follow. He was more like a mistletoe or
leech,
hooking on to a weak victim, and taking him with him to death,
for he
wasn't even strong enough to do that alone. He found a way to
take those
of weak minds with him. If one leads mentally incompetent people
to
do acts that harm them and they die, he's a murderer, not a lost
angel.
Or maybe you're right, he was the angel of death, the death not
only of
their bodies, but some of their souls. And I would bet his was
first
in line. Well at death plus five days, they are now finding the
next
higher level for them... a heap of compost... and the
worms are having
a party.
Devil or misguided lost angel? Was Applewhite a devil who did
that which he consciously knew to be evil? Or was he a man
driven nuts? When he was fired from the university, did his
life lose its meaning? And in a form of insanity, did he create
a meaning for his life? Did he sincerely believe in what he
taught? And were his followers desperately seeking meaning in
their own lives, at any cost? I have now read their
various papers. They say they are against religion, but their
beliefs take on the worst aspects of some extreme religious
sects. The leader has an undeniable power over the followers.
Applewhite, consciously or unconsciously had to be aware of that
power. Perhaps cults are an odd symbiotic relationship of those
who "need" to lead and those who "need" to follow. The following
quote from a disciple known only as `Srrody' gives a view of
their world:
Thousands may have recognized the opportunity, but
ultimately only a few dozen endured the practical application of
weaning from the human family (kingdom), fended off the
attacks/allures of alien outcasts and other external influences,
and
ultimately received adoption by the true Caretakers of the garden
-
members of a non-mammalian family. This transition goes beyond
just
dropping all human vices (coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, drugs,
etc.),
mammalian behavior (sexuality, socializing, etc.), even to how
one
thinks - learning to relinquish self-trust and working instead as
an
active part of the whole. All through the transition, Ti and Do
worked harder than we did, made sacrifices, put up with
indignities,
suffered mental anguish, solely out of their compassion and
understanding of what we children were up against. No mother's
travail could have been worse. They didn't have to do that, but
they
chose to because of who they are.
And the music I ordered arrived today! Capercaillie's
To The Moon is another stellar top-notch album. The
Celtic group Open House are a refreshing folk group. Mark
Graham's song "Oedipus Rex" is the Greek classic condensed and
updated with a wry sense of humor.
Stardate March 30, 1997
March 31, 1997
He certainly has a way of earthing the whole thing!
Myth suddenly became reality in the
Fall of '75. After 2 to 3 years of slowly losing its motivation
to
succeed in the world, wanting something more and finding no
satisfaction even in offbeat circles, the vehicle (body) that had
been
prepped for my use heard "mere" words over a radio - words that
would
change its existence forever...
Such are the words of one dead disciple. April 2, 1997
Oedipus Rex, Oedipus Rex
Another sad story of death and sex
You killed your pa and you married your ma:
They don't even do that in Arkansas!
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