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Mysterium Tremens

Postby holley on Sun Dec 06, 2009 11:02 pm

Frequently camp at HO'Okena Beach and stride to Place of Refuge/Two Step and back (@9mi).
The physical exertion and surrounding beauty open transcendent realms, similar to the effects of bodywork.
On a recent visit to New York City, vaulted into similar space on a visit to St. John The Divine, the world's largest cathedral. These disparate encounters with sacred space prompt me to ask; where and how do you enter into the Myterium Tremens?
'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
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Re: Mysterium Tremens

Postby GreenDragonfly on Wed Dec 09, 2009 6:41 am

I've heard that it happens in certain special places in Arizona. Can't remember what that place is called though. For me personally, it is when I am in a forest - pretty much any forest.
Laughter is the best medicine :) It's good for the soul and great for the abs!
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Re: Mysterium Tremens

Postby pueppi on Wed Dec 09, 2009 11:35 am

I think that I am not fascinated and afraid in too many instances... it's usually one or the other (I kind of categorized Mysterium Tremens in that line). But, I think from this thread what you are suggesting is looking deeper into a fascinating mystery and finding an aware and calm point all rolled up into one. I tried to find a definition of these words, but I couldn't, so I am not so sure. :oops:

For what I think you are asking: I lay on a small outcropping of stone, somewhere in the desert, below a cliff, but above the ground. While I lay there, looking above at the eagles soaring effortlessly into the sun, sending out a vocalization to the other in the air pocket above, I also hear the water moving past me, down-aways and to the right. Here, I am at peace. Here I appreciate on a higher plane the world around me. Big Bend is where I am at home.
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Re: Mysterium Tremens

Postby holley on Mon Apr 30, 2012 6:35 am

http://atomsofthought.wordpress.com/201 ... n-excerpt/

Nice plunge into the mysterium tremens
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Re: Mysterium Tremens

Postby EgoMagickian on Thu May 03, 2012 6:49 pm

holley wrote:http://atomsofthought.wordpress.com/2011/07/11/why-words-matter-in-the-words-of-diane-ackerman-an-excerpt/

Nice plunge into the mysterium tremens


That was lovely... appreciated her conclusion about the magic of language.
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Re: Mysterium Tremens

Postby holley on Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:55 am

'Every Day is a god, each day a goddess and holiness pours forth in time."
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Mysterium Tremens

Postby holley on Wed Aug 29, 2012 10:49 pm

Autopsies evoke fear and trembling within me, reminds me of our mortality and the wonder of life. GRAPHIC autopsy


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlPGuq5V ... ure=relmfu
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On your table ?

Postby holley on Sat Apr 18, 2015 9:33 am

"Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine.
When the wild god arrives at the door,
You will probably fear him.
He reminds you of something dark
That you might have dreamt,
Or the secret you do not wish to be shared.

He will not ring the doorbell;
Instead he scrapes with his fingers
Leaving blood on the paintwork,
Though primroses grow
In circles round his feet.

You do not want to let him in.
You are very busy.
It is late, or early, and besides…
You cannot look at him straight
Because he makes you want to cry.

The dog barks.
The wild god smiles,
Holds out his hand.
The dog licks his wounds
And leads him inside.

The wild god stands in your kitchen.
Ivy is taking over your sideboard;
Mistletoe has moved into the lampshades
And wrens have begun to sing
An old song in the mouth of your kettle.

‘I haven’t much,’ you say
And give him the worst of your food.
He sits at the table, bleeding.
He coughs up foxes.
There are otters in his eyes.

When your wife calls down,
You close the door and
Tell her it’s fine.
You will not let her see
The strange guest at your table.

The wild god asks for whiskey
And you pour a glass for him,
Then a glass for yourself.
Three snakes are beginning to nest
In your voicebox. You cough.

Oh, limitless space.
Oh, eternal mystery.
Oh, endless cycles of death and birth.
Oh, miracle of life.
Oh, the wondrous dance of it all.

You cough again,
Expectorate the snakes and
Water down the whiskey,
Wondering how you got so old
And where your passion went.

The wild god reaches into a bag
Made of moles and nightingale-skin.
He pulls out a two-reeded pipe,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the birds begin to sing.

The fox leaps into your eyes.
Otters rush from the darkness.
The snakes pour through your body.
Your dog howls and upstairs
Your wife both exults and weeps at once.

The wild god dances with your dog.
You dance with the sparrows.
A white stag pulls up a stool
And bellows hymns to enchantments.
A pelican leaps from chair to chair.

In the distance, warriors pour from their tombs.
Ancient gold grows like grass in the fields.
Everyone dreams the words to long-forgotten songs.
The hills echo and the grey stones ring
With laughter and madness and pain.

In the middle of the dance,
The house takes off from the ground.
Clouds climb through the windows;
Lightning pounds its fists on the table.
The moon leans in through the window.

The wild god points to your side.
You are bleeding heavily.
You have been bleeding for a long time,
Possibly since you were born.
There is a bear in the wound.

‘Why did you leave me to die?’
Asks the wild god and you say:
‘I was busy surviving.
The shops were all closed;
I didn’t know how. I’m sorry.’

Listen to them:

The fox in your neck and
The snakes in your arms and
The wren and the sparrow and the deer…
The great un-nameable beasts
In your liver and your kidneys and your heart…

There is a symphony of howling.
A cacophony of dissent.
The wild god nods his head and
You wake on the floor holding a knife,
A bottle and a handful of black fur.

Your dog is asleep on the table.
Your wife is stirring, far above.
Your cheeks are wet with tears;
Your mouth aches from laughter or shouting.
A black bear is sitting by the fire.

Sometimes a wild god comes to the table.
He is awkward and does not know the ways
Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver.
His voice makes vinegar from wine
And brings the dead to life."
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