Monday, 31 July 2017

10 Foredawn (Dark Night, Dark House, In the House)

The subtle, almost indefinable presence of the soul is ubiquitous.

The subject becomes object as you become conscious of the atmosphere. The environment you walk in is an environment of consciousness. The physical world is not solid. A good day to walk through walls.

The manifestation of the dreamlike space between the worlds.

The Cosmos and the atom are mainly space, but space is an emptiness that is full.

[Extra text from Laurence, posted on 20 November 2011: ]
The picture above is of Real De Catorce, Mexico, a place I visited in 1997 with no money and rather unexpectedly. After a few days of enforced semi-fasting, I had a vision of 2012 whilst sitting here at dawn, overlooking the mountains.

The town is slightly haunted. It is an ex-silver-mining town with crumbling walls and buildings and is gateway to the peyote desert. It is melancholic and beautiful; the land is wistful and so are the people.

The atmosphere of Real De Catorce at that time for me was wholly permeable and it was where I stayed at the end of a six-month trip that yielded the harvest of the Mayan experience.

Click here to read Laurence's poem of his vision, experienced while in the Foredawn space, of a city he came to believe was in China, and later – after we had held shamanic workshops there – felt sure was a vision of Guangzhou. 

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