This application for the Parallel Perception Scholarship was submitted by Russell Stamets. If you would like to offer your support for Russell please leave a comment at the end of this blog post.
Whisperings is with me. Its essence percolates, simmering somewhere deep -behind my heart?
I partook of Lujan’s apple by way of peripheral intent, originally. On a conscious level, Shadows met the requirements for a narration project – well-written, existing audience, and intriguing enough to spend many hours with comfortably.
But then a vital chord was plucked.
As I read, voiced, edited, and listened again to Shadows, Awakenings, and Whisperings, a resonance became evident – the volume dialed up, or remembered?
If the clarity and contrast provided by having started so far away, where my path looped and circled at the whim of my unbridled internal dialogue – if the understanding of the staggering distance between my port of embarkation and the nearest intersection with my heart path toward seeing is a strength, then I am strong.
Before absorbing the remembrance Lujan’s words offer of the design of our universe, I lamented the lack of a Rosetta stone. Certainly, some truth lay shrouded in the trappings of many religions, especially eastern, and my training in astrophysics always felt true, as far as it goes, but the power and purpose of our organic human element is so blatantly omitted.
Traversing the eight gates, breathing through my bones, I feel the fit. The once-apparent gaps between scattered religious and scientific truths resolve, a connected structure appears across myriad layers and dimensions. And lo and behold, I’m here, in the center of it.
Of course, these are mere glimpses through intervening clouds of galactic dust. Most of the time, I still babble, internally and aloud, interfering with my beloved on her heart path, not seeing others and constantly, constantly self-validating – so annoying.
Besides the spiritual imperative of this pathfinding, I’m compelled to honor my physical vessel. Fifty years of toxic intake damaged my pancreas – the word diabetes still makes me cringe. A rarer, irreversible (from a western view) type.
I rejected lifetime insulin shots and looked east, and inside. In addition to the obvious greening and leaning and de-toxification required, I attempted self-surgery on my mind – anger and stress are inflammatory, requiring removal. While poking around in there, I discovered The Victim. He seemed consoling and comfortable, but I had to kick him out.
That was before finding Lujan. My prior stumblings in the dark make more sense now. I will continue. I will gaze. I will traverse the eight gates.
If I am fortunate enough to have the opportunity to study with Lujan and learn to practice Lo Ban Pai – will I manage to weave and condense the cosmic flow? Can I heal and strengthen?
Can I change from the one stomping blindly down A path to an observer lightly discerning and treading THE path?
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