Month: March 2017

The New Questions Series–Good or Evil

Greetings, here is a simple question to ponder for this Spring Day.  The concept of good and evil, or good versus evil, continues to occupy the minds of men and women.  Today, we are not going to discuss the nature of evil, how it arose, and so on, which I have discussed before, but a question which actually can be answered if we change our wording slightly.  Rather than good, we shall use the word ‘wholesome’ and rather than evil ‘unwholesome.’

Question:  Generally, can one state, “Regardless of the severity of an unwholesome action or world event, something wholesome can always be found?”

The New Questions Series–Cosmic Mind

Hello, Friends.  Have a new question for you to ponder upon.

Background:  For the purpose of this question, we will presume that the Universe possesses living and mental energies which come in a form similar to physical quanta, (quarks, leptons, and neutrinos).  Such energies comprising the aphysical realms of mental experience (Astral).

The Astral world is equivalent to Carl Jung’s collective unconsciousness, or objective psyche.  I prefer the latter term when called, the ‘global objective psyche,’ the Universal Mind, or Cosmic Mind.  I use Objective as this Psyche is not perceived as a subjective self as our psyches are personally experience.

Moreover, the Astral world contains many different, living, beings, as noted by all explorers.

So here is the question.

Question:  Was the Global Objective Psyche present at the beginning of the physical universe and are the imago, or astral, forms, we call angels, demons, djinn, demiurgus, and so on, as pre-existent astral beings before the appearance of self-reflexive creatures such as man?  Or was the Global Mind essentially chaotic and unformed and absent of any conscious astral denizens at the being and mankind and other conscious creatures in the universe created the astral beings by organizing the energies of the Global Mind and giving them life?  Did man create the objectified God or did God the Being create man?

Notes From The Rose-Croix

Hello, dear friends, hope everyone is having a profitable time on this site.  I apologize for my lack of astral travelogues, but really busy with civil rights litigation.  I do have something for all of you to ponder, actually two observations.

First, I have noticed that the more intellectually demanding a post is, the less comments and viewers.  This is understandable based upon our human natures, but not good in the long run.

Second, more feeling based posts, or posts dealing with perceived spirituality are quite popular.

Together both are consistent with the postulate that one must integrate the heart before the intellect, as taught by the doctrine of the Noble Organ.

So the question for this day is the following:

Why do students naturally look to the heavens for answers, when a correspondent answer exists within the physical or psychological worlds?  After all, the universe is a self sufficient Monad which requires that the Laws of Creation and World Maintenance must reflect each other. So why start at the unknown when we can observe the known.

Be Wishes, so sayeth Michael


Today, I am interrupting the IRC Series for a story I recently came across. I share it with you for it demonstrates a man whose attunement with the Divine Heart of the Noble Organ is very well developed. I realize that I am far inferior to this fine fellow and it is not a pleasant feeling. I intuit that most of you are in the same category as I am and so will benefit from the actions of a Righteous Man. The concept of human existence being supported by a number of incarnating individuals is common in Kabbalah and several other religions. Without such souls, humanity would perish as they compensate for the evils of our shadow side.

The Lesson:

Carl was a quiet man. He didn’t talk much. He would always greet you with a big smile and a firm handshake.

Even after living in our neighborhood for over 50 years, No one could really say they knew him very well. Before his retirement, he took the bus to work each morning. The lone sight of him walking down the street often worried us.

He had a slight limp from a bullet wound received in WWII.

Watching him, we worried that although, he had survived WWII, he may not make it through our changing uptown neighborhood with its ever-increasing random violence, gangs, and drug activity.

When he saw the flyer at our local church asking for volunteers for caring for the gardens behind the minister’s residence, he responded in his characteristically unassuming manner.

Without fanfare, he just signed up.

He was well into his 87th year when the very thing we had always feared finally happened.

He was just finishing his watering for the day when three gang members approached
him. Ignoring their attempt to intimidate him, he simply asked, “Would you like a drink from the hose?”

The tallest and toughest-looking of the three said, “Yeah, sure,” with a malevolent little smile.

As Carl offered the hose to him, the other two grabbed Carl’s arm, throwing him down. As the hose snaked crazily over the ground, dousing everything in its way, Carl’s assailants stole his retirement watch and his wallet, and then fled.

Carl tried to get himself up, but he had been thrown down on his bad leg. He lay there trying to gather himself as the minister came running to help him.

Although the minister had witnessed the attack from his window, he couldn’t get
there fast enough to stop it.

“Carl, are you okay? Are you hurt?” the minister kept asking as he helped Carl to his

Carl just passed a hand over his brow and sighed, shaking his head. “Just some punk
kids. I hope they’ll wise-up someday.”

His wet clothes clung to his slight frame as he bent to pick up the hose. He adjusted the nozzle again and started to water.

Confused and a little concerned, the minister asked, “Carl, what are you doing?”

“I’ve got to finish my watering. It’s been very dry lately,” came the calm reply.

Satisfying himself that Carl really was all right, the minister could only marvel. Carl was a man from a different time and place.

A few weeks later the three returned. Just as before their threat was unchallenged. Carl again offered them a drink from his hose.

This time they didn’t rob him. They wrenched the hose from his hand and drenched him head to foot in the icy water.

When they had finished their humiliation of him, they sauntered off down the street, throwing catcalls and curses, falling over one another laughing at the hilarity of what they had just done.

Carl just watched them. Then he turned toward the warmth giving sun, picked up his hose, and went on with his watering.

The summer was quickly fading into fall Carl was doing some tilling when he was startled by the sudden approach of someone behind him. He stumbled and fell into some evergreen branches.

As he struggled to regain his footing, he turned to see the tall leader of his summer
tormentors reaching down for him. He braced himself for the expected attack.

“Don’t worry old man, I’m not gonna hurt you this time.”

The young man spoke softly, still offering the tattooed and scarred hand to Carl. As he helped Carl get up, the man pulled a crumpled bag from his pocket and handed it to Carl.

“What’s this?” Carl asked.

“It’s your stuff,” the man explained. “It’s your stuff back. Even the money in your wallet”

“I don’t understand,” Carl said. “Why would you help me now?”

The man shifted his feet, seeming embarrassed and ill at ease. “I learned something from you,” he said. “I ran with that gang and hurt people like you we picked you because you were old and we knew we could do it But every time we came and did something to you, instead of yelling and fighting back, you tried to give us a drink. You didn’t hate us for
hating you. You kept showing love against our hate.”

He stopped for a moment. “I couldn’t sleep after we stole your stuff, so here it is back.”
He paused for another awkward moment, not knowing what more there was to say. “That bag’s my way of saying thanks for straightening me out, I guess.” And with that, he walked off down the street.

Carl looked down at the sack in his hands and gingerly opened it. He took out his retirement watch and put it back on his wrist. Opening his wallet, he checked for his wedding photo. He gazed for a moment at the young bride that still smiled back at him from all those years ago.

He died one cold day after Christmas that winter. Many people attended his funeral in
spite of the weather. In particular the minister noticed a tall young man that he didn’t know sitting quietly in a distant corner of the church.

The minister spoke of Carl’s garden as a lesson in life. In a voice made thick with unshed tears, he said, “Do your best and make your garden as beautiful as you can. We will never forget Carl and his garden.”

The following spring another flyer went up. It read: “Person needed to care for Carl’s
garden.” The flyer went unnoticed by the busy parishioners until one day when a knock was heard at the minister’s office door.

Opening the door, the minister saw a pair of scarred and tattooed hands holding the flyer. “I believe this is my job, if you’ll have me,” the young man said.

The minister recognized him as the same young man who had returned the stolen watch and wallet to Carl. He knew that Carl’s kindness had turned this man’s life around. As the minister handed him the keys to the garden shed, he said, “Yes, go take care of Carl’s garden and honor him.”

The man went to work and, over the next several years, he tended the flowers and vegetables just as Carl had done.

During that time, he went to college, got married, and became a prominent member of the
community. But he never forgot his promise to Carl’s memory and kept the garden as beautiful as he thought Carl would have kept it.

One day he approached the new minister and told him that he couldn’t care for the garden
any longer. He explained with a shy and happy smile, “My wife just had a baby boy last night, and she’s bringing him home on Saturday.”

“Well, congratulations!” said the minister, as he was handed the garden shed keys.

“That’s wonderful! What’s the baby’s name?”

“Carl,” he replied.

That’s the whole message of the New Testament and the Quran, simply stated. The only Way to find the Divine is consciously exercising your inner heart so to travel upon El Camino-the Eternal Road built by the Heart of Creation.


Greetings, today’s IRC discourse is on mental illness which chronically affects 20% of our population and likely most everyone for short periods of time.  I define mental illness as any biological condition or nervous system malfunction which manifests in a significantly decreased level of life function and abnormal distress. There are other ways to define such.


EsoBites: The Necessity of the Physical Realm

Awhile back, I believe, I asked a question as to “Why is there a physical realm, if our centers of awareness and experiences are actually realized in the astral realm via the sensitive body, astral body, or kesdjan bodies composed of atonic, or live energies?  Where energy needs to be seen as the ‘capacity to accomplish Work in the system being considered.  What is the purpose of the material world?”

The wording may differ as I do not remember when I asked this question to y’all.  I am hoping it was not a parallel remembrance.  No matter, it is a good question.

First, I am sure many of you spent time with the first question “why . . .” as this appears logical.  Actually, the first question is a ‘red-herring’ given for you to grade yourself as to higher understanding.  If you were able to answer the question, give yourself a ‘C.’  If you tried and gave up without forcing a solution, give yourself a ‘B.’  If you realized quickly that the question cannot be answered for there is no way to verify the solution, give yourself an ‘A.”

“Why, cannot I answer really big why questions.” you might enquire.

The reason being that Big Why Questions require access to information outside of our Universe which is normally impossible as the Universe appears closed to any kind of physical energy–photons or other–as this is how information is transmitted within the universe.  And mental information concerns thoughts and feelings which arise from physical processes, or at least physical processes are involved.

However, not being able to arrive at a final answer does not mean that rational speculation and testing should stop, be such from the psychoisitic or the physical.  These questions are ‘how and what’ questions and are open to scientific  investigation.  When I use the word ‘purpose’ I refer to the inherent functioning of the physical world and its resultant.

Here are my tentative answers as to what Exists, be it physical, aphysical, or something else.

Without explaining the details, it is my opinion that the physical and aphysical worlds coexist and always have–which does not mean the universes are permanent, for they are not.

The point that must be understood is the objects and creatures in the physical give form to the objects and creatures of the aphysical, astral.  I discussed this a long time ago when I introduced the ‘Imago Operators’ of the central nervous system which create the virtual, mental world we are present within.  In other words, dear ones, living creatures organize the atonic, living energies by creating forms which duplicate themselves and their surroundings. This is the source of our sensitive bodies, or astral bodies, arise.  The central nervous systems of creatures forms the sensitive bodies of the astral as an image of themselves, though only humans are aware of this.

The energies and matter of the physical universe are the food source for the creatures to create the astral world which is why sensitive bodies do not exist forever after transition on the astral as they have no way to use energy to maintain form.

So the Work of the physical is to generate the Astral using the atonic energies.  The Work of the Astral is to bring life and feeling to the mental bodies created in the astral by conscious (plus or minus) creatures be reforming the ptahonic energies of mind.  The overall goal being to create a permanent higher being body, or Living, Rational Soul.

Have fun, so sayeth Michael