One good example of the chaotic but ordered nature of experience–chaotic on the surface, with deep, clear underlying themes within–is dreaming. I have had lucid dreams on many occasions, but I cannot induce them at will.
Several themes for today, one old and one new. Some time ago I went into a very old temple in a dream. Within the temple was a very large–perhaps 10′ tall–jade pyramid, onto which water was poured from a jug. There were grooves on the side, such that the water moved slowly, majestically, and symbolically. This was the entry of God into the world, into life. Water taken from the bottom was symbolically returned.
I think this temple exists. This is purely an intuition. And I think people use it, initiates, who no longer remember what it is for. They have lost their way, and need to find it. All sects decay. It is a commonplace that the third generation ruins the family business. Perhaps no religious order should last past its third leader. Had Islam faded with Ali, I think that would have been a good thing. Had Christianity never reached Constantine, that, too, may have been a good thing. It’s quite hard to say, but I think I can say with some confidence that what mystics call “baraka” (yes, same root), or darshana, does not last long in this world.
In any event, this pyramid uses the All-Seeing Eye. The very top is cut off, you see, as the pyramid is the world, but the top exists in the Godhead. Water symbolizes the movement of spirit on earth. The entire thing is intended to be very contemplative, and if possible you are to feel the entry of God into your own being as the flow that it is.
I do not understand the meaning of jade, if any, but will point out that our money is green.
At times-really, often, but I am rarely answered–ask for insight into things. This morning, I input the pyramid, and got Baseball. The following I offer as an exercise in cognitive flexibility only, with no evidence of any sort other than the possibility I propose.
If you read the history (linked on the word above), it is clouded in uncertainty. It’s not clear who came up with the thing. What I saw, though, was that Home Base is the Eye. It is the source and the completion. It is the beginning and the end. To see this, you have to imaginatively draw a line from second base to home, and imagine that you are seeing two sides of the pyramid only. Home Base is the apex. When you round the bases, you are traveling from God and back to Him again. That this is difficult is the point. If once you put out sufficient effort and send the ball–your nemesis of doubt, confusion, weakness and vanity–soaring into the skies far enough, your journey is made easy.
You have nine innings, and each inning consists in two sets of three threes. Each team gets three threes. In some cultures 9 is considered a divine number, since in a Base Ten system it is the highest you can go without starting over.
As I Google it, others have come to roughly the same conclusion, albeit not staring from a pyramid.
I will readily admit I am a strange man, but I am never bored.
To any reading this who have personal knowledge of whereof I speak, I will add that in my view you are decadent, and need to either destroy the thing and start over, or resurrect yourselves. Nothing good is coming of what you are doing now.