Dear Who-ever-is-out-there,
I’m sequestered here in the massive Arctic blast, trying to find the pieces of my mind to address the last blog of the year 2010.  Suddenly, I find myself compelled to do something I had never planned, which is to relay the substance of a visitation I had from Mother Meera, some year-and-a-half ago.  The essence of Her message is all you really need to know; it confirms what is accepted knowledge to many in present day, while seeming a remote or fanatical rumor to others.  Here it is:

2012

She did convey some details, but I don’t feel it necessary to express them – the portent of the date speaks for itself.    I don’t see my role, whatever that is, as a soap-box speaker, or a town crier – it’s not anywhere in my DNA – so when I received the vision, confirming definitively what I had always known full well, it was not my first thought to pick up a megaphone, literally or figuratively.  The imponderable weight of the time on earth, whether or not you are tune with apocalyptic prophecy, is crushing us all anyway.  I wondered, how can I possibly lay one more straw on the back of the collapsing human race – the one I love so desperately, regardless of having been driven into exile  over the decades, by its various members?
Then I contemplated again about the bloody trail of my own life, about the real purpose and message written out in The Bardo; I remembered,once more, that the whole point was that I had, in my individual, separate existence, faced in advance the very configuration of catastrophe now rising in a tidal wave before the collective.  I had created the identical no-exit-no-way-out dynamic through indulging in the same tragic human flaws we are, as a whole, mired in today: arrogance, impatience, adolescent immaturity, and obstanance, to name a few.  My one saving grace was some deeply ingrained capacity for ruthless, cutting-to-the-bone inquiry – part of a Scorpio influence, maybe.
As the landscape of this incarnation truly dawned on my consciousness, with all its implications and necessary outcomes, I knew the only resolution was in the turning to face the adversaries of my invention – lock them dead in my sights – and hurl myself into a battle to the death.  There was no room for the courtesies and elegance of cheerful, ‘positive thinking’, avoiding negative feelings, ‘staying in the light’, in the way these concepts have come to be thrown around indiscriminantly. You must first create – from your own hard work, and victories on the field - the conditions where the Light can exist within you, before you can ‘stay’ in it.
Here’s my point, then. We are in the time of lead..the last hours of the Piscean Age are of this quality of impermeable opacity and darkness. The only way to reach gold is not through painting with thicker coats of gilt over what is fundamental shadow and unredeemed consciousness..we can’t lie our way out of it this time.  With terror and trembling, we must see the truth as it is, and try our best to stand with each other, and hold each other up as we prepare for the fight.
With this in mind, I say in this last blog of  2010: 2012. It is on the approach. We better stand up, or die trying.
See you on January 1.
Junipur, over and out

What famous philosopher/poet wrote the immortal lines? Was it Ralph Waldo Emerson? or Thoreau? Maybe Shakespeare? or John Keats??..”Truth is beauty; beauty, truth.  That is all ye know, and all ye need to know…” or words to that effect.  Pardon my bad memory, I may not recall the author, but the lines have always stayed with me since youth, as expressions of some mystic reality beyond the apparent, the obvious meaning.
Volume 1 of Mother of Light: The Book of Fire, The Bardo is the tale of a life that covers vast expanses of human consciousness and experience - the distances traversed, driven by an insatiable hunger; ” hard-fought”, is what I would call it.  One of the many themes explored is of a life-and-death struggle against a state of demonic possession: I can’t delve into this aspect in a brief forum such as a blog, but I will say that the experience was an education – one without an endpoint – in the depths and inflections of human suffering, not only in the body, the personality, but of the soul, itself.  I was locked in hand-to-hand combat with the powers of doom, the loss of which battle would not only be catastrophic in the moment, but for the future, as well.
When I reflect back on the siege, cycle upon cycle, I am contemplating the thread that pulled me onward throught impenetrable darkness; it was a chord that seemed wrapped around my being, unbreakable by any force.  I realize this rope was bound to beauty; in fact, The Bardo is nothing, if not an examination of the power of living, spiritual truth, in its manifestation as beauty, and the cultivation and intensification of this luminosity to vanquish the shadow.  As the years crawled, one on the heels of another, and my endurance flagged, I pulled ever deeper from the universal wellsprings to create focal points of the gorgeous that would keep open those pathways to Transcendent Truth: perfumes, incense, music, anything and everything that would resonate the higher octaves of Light.
Because this is the thing…” the beauty, truth.”  If I had to make a single, pivotal statement about the reason (if one needs a reason) to pursue the spirit, it is because that ineffable is the birthplace, the cause, and the essence of all beauty.  And the dark, at its root and in all manifestations, is ugly.  There is no more certain highway to the Divine than to follow the spiral stairways leading you from beauty, on to ever greater beatitude.  Just remember not to be satisfied with the mirror-reflections of the glory in the physical; they are there in service, to lead you on to their source, no to stand in for it.  You have to remember to be reminded of. And to set out in hot pursuit.
That’s all for now, folks….Junipur, over and out