School Manual

If you have found your way to these words, and you have the desire to understand them, then you have already begun!

Open the pages of this book That they may become for you. Their power rests in the imagination Their Truth in your ability to become them…

The Tokening

To write the book that teaches you
How to wake to the dream,
You must become a wanderer.
Slow and deliberate,
Your life must become the story
That is the truth within the myth.
There are no words on a page here,
But a book holding the logos of you Life.

I

These words are not meant
To bring sense to the intellect
But an echo of imagining
To the wings of the heart.

For the mind has sinews
That twist and wind about these words,
Turning everything in to a tangled mess of vines
That wrap tightly about your arms and legs.

Like a sticky spiders web,
Memory secures one hand up and one foot down
With a complete loop about the ankle and wrist,
So that thoughts calcify in to crusty deposits.

The strength of these ropes holds proportion to the spider’s thread,
Their value transforming experience in to understanding
And their threat binding you to rigid structures.

To free yourself from this riddle
You must step beyond the comfort of your knowing;
You must be willing to release the security of false certainty
And find your own answer to The Question.

How do you find your freedom?
Through the hacking away of the warrior
Or the dissolution of the magician?…

There are many paths through to the truth of these words.
The king studies and the shepherd loves;
The wise one works and the fool plays;
And all the words beckon you to find yourself
Here in the echo of imaginings
That are the wings of the heart.

Have you arrived?…

     (If you have not, I beg of you,
     go back to the beginning
     and walk with more trust in your heart.
     Find the Inspiration of Love
     And the Divine Wisdom that is You
     Will speak)

…Now I can speak to you,
For your heart opens to mine and we are one.
If you are listening I will hear you:

The wings of the heart fan the flames of Truth
Creating space between carbon filled matter.
In this space between there is expansion such that
The lungs can breath, the head truly think and the hands serve.

The words are sulfurous sparks,
Quickening the mercurious silver of the dream
And bringing the wakefulness of imagination.
Each new image of understanding
Lights up an explosive expansion
That transforms matter to spirit…
And for one brief moment they are felt as one
And are known within the carbon weight of being.

Here now you must be awake!
Do not choke this feeling with your mind
But release it as a sacrificial gift to the Divine…
And then return back here
To listening.