The journey of transformation enters a crucial new phase when we realize that the journey is, in fact, interior; that the places we seek out there, the dangers we fear out there, are only within us. Recognize, says the Tibetan Book of the Dead to the traveler in the bardo realms, that both the peaceful and the wrathful deities are within your own mind. The demon that you meet and battle with is the shadow of your own ego. The damsel in distress that you rescue is your own anima, the knight in shining armor for whom you long, your own animus. The stories of the wanderings of the hero contain many metaphors for the interior process of transformation. The experience of the individual on an actual journey in the real world of space and time may also become a highly significant catalyst of deep inner change…..Ralph Metzner
no techniques to learn…..no secrets to rediscover….simply an opening to perception…. to rise up and into the singleness, the unity, the experience of being human…..
I’ve come to the house of the Immortals:
In every corner, wildflowers bloom.
In the front garden, trees
Offer their branches for drying clothes;
Where I eat, a wine glass can float
In the springwater’s chill.
From the portico, a hidden path
Leads to the bamboo’s darkened groves.
Cool in a summer dress, I choose
From among the heaped piles of books.
Reciting poems in the moonlight, riding a painted boat…
Every place the wind carries me is home.
There is, apart from mere intellect, in the make-up of every superior human identity, a wondrous something that realizes without argument- an intuition of the absolute balance, in time and space, of the whole of this multifariousness, this revel of fools, and incredible make-believe and general unsettledness, we we call the world; a soul-sight of that divine clue and unseen thread which holds the whole congeries of things, all history and time, and all events, however trivial, however momentous, like a leashed dog in the hands of the hunter……Walt Whitman