Prescient?

 

No end in sight this morning

     A said yesterday that he thought I was prescient about the immanence of our war with Iran because I stated I thought it might start this weekend, before he left for the post office. He phoned me five minutes afterward, telling me indeed it had already begun. No magic insight on my part, I replied; just paying attention to recent Fox News, “reading” the President and Cabinet pronouncements there for the past fortnight . Then M’s worry last night about Iran during our meditation session reinforced my own sense the coming of war.

     I dread most the political backlash to Trump in this event.  I am sick to death of holier-than-thou  protesters and the Democratic bloc in Congress.  They are all too blind to look before their TDS at policies and events of the past several decades. Nor do they see reason toprotect their own interests and those of this nation. 

        Marc Levin stated my opinion and wish rationally, as he often does:  drop the “off-ramp” foolishness; press the military success to actual victory with surrender.  For nearly fifty years this Iranian threat has hung like the Sword of Damocles

Active war coming?

Factory reflecting sunlight yesterday

     Thank you, Lord, for this day and this life.  And for what peace we have.

   A last night mentioned that M, his mom, was picturing Iran, pleasant places; it’s on her mind a lot lately. I never asked where they immigrated from, could be from there.  He looks totally American, is totally caring of his mother . She’s a very quiet and pretty elder who speaks with some kind of accent, which I guessed might be Cuban when I wondered at all about their country of origin years ago.  But  his reference to Iran surprised me in that “astral traveling” setting at PSC last night,  because l’m worried about a war with US, too. It seems inevitable, maybe necessary, with US promises to defend the anti-regime protesters.  That’s a promise I think should be kept, with too many executed Iranians already. But who wants war? 

    

    I don’t think you dabble in wars, but I must pray, God help us, Lord have mercy. 

     An hour after I wrote this, A told turn on the TV, the war has started. 

Awake or asleep

 

Daylight moon yesterday 2:28 pm

     Orage psychological essay number eight asks, “Are We Awake?” as presented today in Lee’s substack, Journal of Gurdjieff studies. It’s a major premise of GIG and, as O explains, many religions, especially Christianity. “Ye must be born again.”   It prompted me to ask, Am I afraid to awaken?  I hate to admit, but probably yes, at least most of the time.

      And now to pray, Lord have mercy, lift my fear.  I believe; help thou my unbelief. IJN

Borrowed words

 

My shadow and my joy, 2-16

“If you want to find Joy, you must first of all be generous towards it. And second, you should do everything you can to help it sneak up on you, because if you demand its presence or look for it yourself, you will never find it anywhere.”                                                                                        Z,Y,G: Lee’s Gurdjieff Newsletter Substack, 2-24-26

     I use other people’s words because they comfort me and because some people are more certain than I am. 

      Lord help us all IJN

Dullard

 

St Hyacinth, across the river

    That’s me today and lately.  I dread even the idea of doing anything.  My tank is empty this morning, Lord help me. 

   Good webinar tonight, wiping out my dread.  RB maintains “Let your left hand know what your right hand is doing” refers strictly to personality and essence, not impartiality, as I queried. I’m still attached to impartiality.

     Love me some Jesus tonight.

     Don’t know what’s up in Cols, out of the loop and their lives are no longer my business. But Lord bless and protect and prosper all of them, especially C and L on her birthday.  Bless the memories of M and C. IJN

     

     

Robin posts

 

An Image of Christ

Christ and the Compression of Time

by Robin Bloor | Feb 23, 2026 | Readings, The Lost Herald

Perceive how Christ reversed time.

The Body.

Man falls through time, slowly at first, each minute, each day, each month brimming with change: then faster and faster, till the years flash by indistinguishable, empty of all experience.

The Spirit.

Thirty years Jesus grew, studied, learned, foresaw.

Three years Christ ministered—what teachings, healings, miracles, communion with the multitude, preparation of his disciples!

Three months from the going up to Jerusalem until the end—faster, faster matter is stirred, tighter, tighter is time compressed.

Three days of his passion: each minute, each second intent with agony and creation.

Three hours upon the cross—“And behold, the veil of the temple was split in twain”.

Time split. Past, present, above and below were fused. A

nd in those hours a whole great age of man’s development was formed.

This is regeneration. The reversal of time.

From slow to faster, more potent, dazzling, vertiginous, unbearable. Crack!

Ecstasy. God.

 I did not ask to use this. I will take it down if Robin objects.  If anyone ever reads it besides me here, Which I wish would happen .  

This is issue 48 oh The Lost Herald, and he opens with a description of a rare “conjunction of conjunctions,” i.e. 2-20-26, 11:52 am, astrological conjunction of Neptune and Saturn at 0° in Aries,”the very beginning of the zodiac.” Last one 1989 (fall of Berlin wall), previous 1702 and 7000 bce.

Add in February 17 Chinese new year of the Fire horse, February 18 Lent started, and Ramadan, February 17 June 19 starts depending on location. 

 

Well, that  explains a lot!

Also in February, we published a new book by Rodney Collin, a collection of his writings entitled The Mirror of Light and Other 

Nor’easter

 

3:30 PM yesterday

 

18 hours later

11 am, mostly horizontal snow, close to white out

     So we will all sit it out, listening to the wind howl and hoping we don’t lose power.  Snowfall is picking up, hiding the neighbors in a veil of fine white particles.  Good time is thus provided to do our inner work.  Calm.

    Lord protect us all from this weather, especially the exposed animals and people; shelter them I pray. And thank you for the stillness it brings us.  IJN

    Exasperation, I suppose, prompted me to break into what sounded to me like webinar cacophony with, “I’m not on the essence train tonight. We talk about essence and personality all the time.”  I asked, maybe demanded, subject change. 

     On pondering, I sense that too many words attempt to dissect and thereby kill essence. lt would serve us better to open quietly to this precious substance than to analyze and compare it.  Sense it together, then simply say amen. Repeat as needed to approach comprehension, lest we beat it to death with words intended to display our own wisdom .

   "When I have true joy, when neither pain nor sorrow can take it from me, then I am installed in the divine essence where sorrow has no place. 

     For we see that in God there is no anger or sadness, but only love and joy. Though he seems sometimes to be wrathful with sinners, it is not really wrath. It is love, for it comes from the great divine love. Those he loves he chastens, for he is love, which is the Holy Ghost.”

  Meister Eckhart, sermon 7, Quoted by Lee van Lear, Substack, Inner Christianity 2-20-26