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

Sunday

Taos Pueblo, 4-3-2017

 “ Lord, I call to thee from the depths of mine iniquity.

I have not delivered myself sufficiently unto thee. 

I know not how.”

Water under the . . .

So that’s where the ducks go in the cold: 

Under the bridge

     I missed an opportunity to do a good deed today, and I am kicking myself in the pants for it, or in Work terms, I am feeling remorse of conscience. I feel like those urges and opportunities are tasks brought by angels for me to do.  But I fail, not infrequently, and can offer no excuses for my failures, only prayers that more will come which I will not miss them.  For the times I answer those calls to kindness, I am grateful.

     I was in the pharmacy, paying for a very expensive prescription, and the man next to me could not pay for his. I wanted to offer to pay for it, but kept quiet for what seemed like sensible reasons, like not invading his privacy and not knowing the price.  He left. Then I got into a detailed conversation with the pharmacy clerk an about mutual funds and saving money, not because of the man’s situation, but because of the expensiveness of my own prescription.  The young man seemed genuinely grateful for the information I was offering,  but it wasn’t the good deed I would have preferred, especially since i thought, hope he nor possible eavesdroppers were scoping out old ladies to rob. I was judging him: he had a black eye and tattoos and was very thin. So there’s another good intention spoiled by internal considering. God forgive me. Lord have mercy. IJN

     

     Lord bless those whom I wrong misjudge.  Lord bless those I love. Lord bless this country. Lord help this world.  Lord keep green the memories of my parents and ancestors and in-laws. IJN