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When I first walked upon the path in search of the Holy Grail, my teachers told me their gods were superior, that all other god’s were dead or false. In addition, the path they were on was the only path to face that god.
Then I heard the clamor of voices telling me that the god I sought was not there where I thought to look. Some even said god couldn’t be found anywhere, or that god didn’t exist.
Well, I have found that the gods do exist, and they are worthy teachers in the classroom of life. There is One Eternal God who is the origin of all, and all is Xer body. Xe exists everywhere and every when, and to her, it is all here, all now. There are virtual beings of various complexities of consciousness. They may be as gloriously self-determined as gods or angels, or as instinctual as sylphs and undies. Each will act according to what nature has allowed them to evolve into. Some of these may even be the virtual remains of biological beings, such as trees and tigers. Some were of such value to humanity for their heroic virtue and the benefits they bestowed on humanity, they were elevated to the status of gods by subsequent generations. Let us not forget the most divine truth, that all of this, from the most noble of Galactic clusters to the oddest Quark, are all emanations of the One Nameless Eternal. So you see, it isn’t that there is a little of the divine within us, we are each a part of the divine. The trouble is some of us have forgotten that. Worst, though, are those who only account themselves divine.
The Shaman, Witch, or Magus who wishes to stimulate or manipulate the forces of nature to her or his will may form an image, gesture, or an obvious and punctuated omission of anything rational to express what is otherwise inexpressible. Personally, mine is like the quest for the Holy Grail.
The Holy Grail is the symbol of the deity within oneself. The stories of the great pursuit of her are parables of the search for that deity. These essays are my survey of the common veils people use to explain the inexplicable. The spirit speaks in images, the body in mathematical vibrations. The communication between the two is the activity of the mind. Often, there is little translation available between the two. Yet, from time to time, the spirit tries to imagine the abstracts of Heaven, and the body tries to define the Concretes of Earth. When this happens, communication becomes difficult. As body and spirit strive to live in close contact, however, compromises in descriptions happen, resulting in illustrated and spoken veils. These shrouds are real, but not the thing trying to be communicated. Thus we give names to deities and principalities that have no names we can speak. We place borders and definitions on a planet that they have said that is smoother than a cue-ball.
Where is the Ancestor, the Composer of all that is older than the sun or sky? Who is the originator of Heaven and Earth? Is there an Initiator, who is greater that all the flow of non-being and being? Does this Ancestor has no name that we can speak? Is there an image that we can see? Is there an ear to hear the unhearable?