I like when Michael pokes his shen in to shed some taoist light.
It struck me today how the brain really is like an empty sky or a sponge that is filled with whatever shines or spills all over it.
I never gave much thought to the “curious” organs, as the translation seemed so odd. How could the brain be strange? But the brain, the uterus, the blood vessels all are containers and don’t radiate in and of themselves. The spine is the channel but not the source.Gall bladder I am not so sure of.
It is taking me a while to recognize and communicate, without a snicker, to the personal shen as connections to an eternal stream of consciousness that is universal.
Also,I hadn’t fully accepted that I could really comunicate with the beings who are these eternal shen or the Tao Immortals who are reflected in the eight channels and the bagua. It seemed fanciful and attractive but something of substance has been missing.
I am beginning to see that those beings who have “integrated” their personal shen may truly want to help. I certainly want to help others on the path, why not them? And why not with me?
That the universal shen have a specialized consciousness that can be communicated with…that they want to communicate…or is it just plain natural for them to communicate…with little ole me…well, why not? Maybe I am making this all too hard on myself, the american pluck and individuality. Maybe I am wired to receive help…not via a suspicious and skeptical brain perhaps, that reflects cultural fears of the occult, but through the matrix of my inner selves.