Shiva's and Metta's Mother's Sutra

I am starting on Atlantis again. When I come back to it I am in wonder that I got this far. There are 80 pages and I need to make notes now. So over this week I am going to reread it and then put down on the people which I have accumulated to see if I still need them. The story line is still compelling... I still love it. But I must remember what the original intention for this book is. It is about the fall of Atlantis and the Atlantean diaspora. Plus all the wonderful myths about Atlantis and what Steiner said about it.  So instead of obsessing over the situation in Gaza, I can start reading what Steiner said about it and make notes. That is what I will be doing... So making notes in the evening before about what Steiner said and looking at the story I have written so far and putting up names. I'm going to keep it on the wall for now and then see if it falls off...

The Younger Drayas Why do things come to an end? How do they do that? On a microlevel, it seems obvious. A relationship runs out of fire, a machine begins to breakdown. A day comes to an end. someone gets ill and dies. Living in this linear space, it is obvious. Everything is temporary. Nothing stays the same. We'll be coming round again. It is the affliction, the terrible affliction of human kind, to have to deal with that hand of cards which we were given. We have never gotten used to it. In fact we have hated it so much that for as long as we have been able to, we have been telling ourselves stories of the forever - the eternal. Something inside us yearns, has yearned, will yearn to build monuments to immortality. Megaliths, cave art - stories. Our stories are sculpted in air, but they are no less the cravings of a mortal creature for immortality. So the why and how here - on this plane, our plane of existence, that is clear. We were fated to have things end. But as we turn our ...

I will start mindmapping Atlantis tomorrow. That will be my first thing. Today we are going to be working on the Halloween event. Man I am very tired.  I think i'll be fine in a bit.  I am trying to build up an aethetic for Atlantis and I don't want it to be corny. Who are the Atlanteans? Why race are they? This seems weird but they can be any race as far as i'm concerned. I do not see them as any race. I am inspired by indoensia where it does not matter how dark or light you are in terms of your ethnicity - you are Indonesians, much more so than Singaporeans who decided to institute that stupid four races policy. In Indonesia everyone speaks Bahasa and they don't have a bumi policy either. So language, the way I understood it was non-political. This is what we speak if we are Indonesians. That is my template for Atlantis. In indonesia you had people who were fair or dark, Melansian, or Indian, Chinese, whatever - and you were Indonesian. That is my template for Atlanti...

More progress made on the geography yesterday. A little goes a long way. Soon I will be making a mindmap - for the first time ever for my writing. I suppose that is the geography of the book. It will then be stitched together using words, beautiful words, words which weave and duck and disappear and reappear. So much has been written about Atlantis and yet really people have never been able to take it seriously - well society has never done that. What IS our serach for Atlantis? Atlantis, Lemuria and Shambala... three mythical Kingdoms in our imagination. Our names for the past and eternity. Hidden by the spaces of time... from our sight. The Land of Youth - that is definitely Atlantis. The Land of the Ever Young. Perhaps death was so prevalent we had to create a story which would give us comfort. Allow our brains to deal with the sorrow we felt. From our mortal prisons, we created the idea of forever. It is a simulacrum of love.

Yesterday I was thinking about Atlantis' geography and decided on something like Lake Toba in the middle of it. Basalt mostly.  Right... time to think more about its geography.

I think the thing about Atlantis I need to know it so well that I am there - I really believe that. Right now it is still through the glass darkly but I have always wanted to know it and the reason I am writing this if I write nothing else in my life is to know it and all its contours. It and Lemuria. So I will need to start giving it geography. It starts with time and then it goes with space. It is not a chicken nor egg question... it is clear - that is when it starts with in the beginning, not at this place. Atlantis is not the beginning, Lemuria is much older than that. The entire Earth as it is now is at least 4 billion years old. The Earth as it came into being in the cosmos is older than that. Atlantis is therefore young - the civilisation was young. The people of Atlantis and Lemuria were the original Earthlings who evolved with the Earth. They were not alien beings. Not like the Annunaki. They were created from the warmth of the Earth - they dreamt with the Earth, they suffered...

I have always been wedded to the sea. Wherever I have lived, I have never lived very far from the sea. Here, in Holywood, we can see Belfast Lough, we walk down to it in a matter of minutes. In Singapore, the sea surrounded us. In Oslo, we could saunter on the fjord. The river Exe took us to the south coast. And so yes, yes the sea has always been there. We live many lives - many lives - one way or the other. We all connected in time, in space. If we can return to a place, we can return to a time as well.  I have everyone here - all my characters and I have my shitty first draft to do - so...what am I waiting for? Here we go. =================================== Well I wrote another two pages despite having no idea where I am in the story anymore. Honestly I must write everyday. Once I start writing I can write. The terror of the blank page does not fill me with horror. It is the other way round - all the ideas are rushing to come out of me, screaming at me, trying to fit through a ...

After I searched Cayce yesterday I was led to this series of lectures about Atlantis which links them to the megaliths whose construction is still a mystery.  So I had a deep dive into that and briefly this guy's hypothesis is that according to Cayce, there was a cataclysm around the 10,000 BC and during that time, the Atlanteans migrated to the Americas and to Egypt - traces of the knowledge transfer took place and then was lost. I mean something was DEFINITELY lost. He then says that the Atlanteans were most probably giants and had 6 fingers on one hand and six toes on one foot - and they were the so called gods. There were other notes which I had made... it was interesting. The other thing which we said was that they were androgynous. That they had the ability to procreate by themselves. The split took place according to Greek myth, which I already knew, because Zeus thought that this made human beings too powerful. Our splitting was us becoming human. Interestingly he mentions ...

I have cut and paste the entire story sans notes and now I am starting to write new material. It is terrifying and exciting. But I am also taking it off line. So i'm not doing it here anymore because it will be too difficult to keep track of, as I have discovered.  But I am now entering the present time, which means that for now it is going to be multi-time lined... and this will bring us up to date with the world which we have and know now. These crazy times... I must remember that the best writing comes as we write though the pain, as we write through the doubt. As we write through the shaky horrible failed prose. And just keep on writing.

After compiling all the writings, I have discovered I have around 80 pages, 1.5 spaced writing, of material. The next step is reading the entire thing through to refamiliarse myself with it more and then get started again. It feels good and strong and excellent. I think that maybe Ma's printer will get a workout this year if it is still working that is... God the rain!!! How miraculous. It is supposed to rain daily and then start to shine again. The last time I was here there was no rain for more than a month. It was strange and unsettling. I remember this because when I went walking in MacRitchie which I did A LOT OF I would ask for rain and once there was a smattering. In fact there was one rainstorm at the start of the holidays and thereafter it was bone dry. There is nothing more unsettling than no rain. The Earth is in perfect balance I don't know why human beings feel the need to 'improve' nature... there is no improvement. The planet has been here for 4 billion y...

WEll I am now uptodate with all the writing on Atlantis. It has taken me only 3 days! I know where I am now. I am amazed that I wrote all that. Towards the end the story just came... I saw things... it was so clear... the whole point in know now is just to finish the first draft and I will do that over the next six weeks.  I am sleepy now.  I will go upstairs after lunch, do some sketching and writing and then think about where I am going with this. But yes, Atlantis... the whole Sirius thing threw me... but I just cannot let too much fact get in the way of a good story. I know that there was a faction in the Annunaki which comes over to the side of the Atlanteans. Inanna, Enki and 

I have been systematically going back through the work I have done on Atlantis and have discovered how I got to where I have and it now feels like it has come together. Tomorrow will be more going through the rest of the writing and making more painstaking notes. This hasn't been so much of a holiday as a retreat. I joke about it but that is EXACTLY what it has been. Well... It is good. The ideas are good. They are there. The building blocks are there. I am quite pleased with it.  I will just continue then, one foot in front of the other. And take a very workmanlike attitude to it. Exactly the same attitude I have towards my job as a teacher. Discipline is everything.

I am revisiting what I have written. What I have written with Sangita - that is not awful. In fact I am happy to continue with it and I also rediscovered the directory of incredible objects - something like Jorge Luis Borges Mythological Beings. Which is a cool writing exercise anyway. I will continue with the story of Sangita and Darshan which now reads like a YA novel. Do I want it to be a YA thing? I don't know. How does one make a work about Atlantis not a YA thing huh? Do I want to write about not Atlantis and try to make it something more serious or do I need to get Atlantis out of my system? I think I know the answer to that one. I think I'm just gonna have to write what I know the heart wants and needs and that has to be Atlantis. So, here we go. A year and a half after I began this journey...  Here we go. I think I have enough now to continue... I am now trying to start the quill flowing.  To write with no inhibitions - to allow the words to fall as they once did. The...

I see a city of glass and light with greenery and abundance. It is the Garden of Eden. The city of humanity before we fell. I do wonder if the individuals are not human as such but the consciousness of humans - humans before we had bodies... but still human nonetheless.  There is pure harmony and the fall - that brings about another stage... but we still have had to fight for it.  ======================= I see the city.  It will soon be gone. Shattered into impossible fragments to become the world. The people of Atlantis they are able to move in and out of the spiritual and physical state. One day they will stop changing and be unable to return to the spiritual state. People who have moved to Lemuria have gone there to die physically. It is what we do to vivify the Earth. It is like a detective story really - piecing the pieces together.  We see the futuristic city because it was our past. We carry this inside us. We move towards it, it is not the future, it is our m...

I'm using this to try and recall the background which I left off months ago.  The main reason I am doing this is because I need to - Atlantis, especially Steiner's version of it and the research I have done on it - needs to emerge. There is an entire story which is inside here that needs out. Also the rich mythology which I have seen and followed over the years - well, that is also running a parallel - I want it to come forth too. Finally, the characters - I fruitlessly look for them in the world and they are not there. I want these characters to be real. And that is why I write about Atlantis. The background to this is the disappearance of Atlantis and how even though we are still so entranced by it, we cannot leave it. For centuries we have discussed this lost world. All myth talks about it, a world which was lost in a deluge which then gave rise to all the different mythologies. Human beings can only remember as far back as 10,000, maybe 20,000 years - evidence only takes us...

I like staying in. I was not as productive as I hoped I would be. But i did restart Atlantis, I did do the big hill run and cleaned the house and did the laundry. And I also made sure I ate well. It was watching some X-files - so interesting that the issues they raised waaay back when are issues which we are now grappling with. It seems prescient. I also did a lot of Irish. A full hour and a bit. So I think it is ok - a good Saturday. The full moon is also driving me a bit bats. PLUS i think my period is either coming or the hormones are up. However, the good news of course is that I'm still on track with the no wine and the fast. To be honest I'm not very hungry. I looked in the fridge, felt perfectly ill and then had a fennel bulb salad with fish. I think the Christian Community service is tomorrow. Honestly I can't be bothered to go, but I guess I will. I'm only down for every six weeks anyway. So I can't complain. It is strange to think how alcohol was a part of...

I did try printing it out but the printer did not work.  But last night I understood that nothing in the world, the thing I am seeking will be as amazing as the world I inhabit when I write about Atlantis. More importantly, nothing is more satisfying than when I am writing about it, when I occupy this writing space. I am pure light when I do this. So, I return to Atlantis, I go back there because nothing is better than when I am I here. Everything else in contemporary culture is trite, corrupt and compromised. Everything. And I am bored with it. ==================================== The coming of the Annuaki was a disaster for Atlantis. Being the few inhabited places on Earth, the Annunaki soon understood that if they were to survive at all, they had to befriend us. They understood that our abilities, or knowledge, were crucial for their survival. But they did not just want to survive. They wanted to rule. Their constant wanderings had filled them with an unquenchable greed which wa...

I have spent the last few weeks - months now - watching TV shows about Gods and Devils... they are alright. I have of course continued to read about them. And I now feel ready to return to Atlantis which I left two months ago in January. I remember that. The watery world beneath the waves. Unseen. Except it is not unseen, it is hidden, in plain sight. I once had this deep experience of seeing Lemuria in Singapore. Lianne and I were drumming on the beach at the East Coast and as we did that I suddenly saw the veils shifting and sensed Mu being there. That we existed in the different dimension entirely from this place. But it was not a different dimension - in that moment I saw that all of time existed at the same time. Layers upon layers upon layers. The future can arrive to us just as we can arrive to the past. All of time exists in the same way. I have long worried about this weird bone on my fourth finger, now I see it is where I rest my cup when I carry it. Mystery solved. My third ...

Our skies covered by a constant mist means that we cannot see the stars. To do this we must venture far out, beyond the lands of grass and mountains, to the places of seas of sand. There the heat makes it impossible for anyone to stay above the ground during the day but night reports come back of the banks of light which make it seem like there are a multitude of inhabitants in the skies.  Who knows what lives there? The vimanas only fly to a certain height, the level just below the clouds. We must be able to see the landmarks which our pilots are familiar with so they can plot their courses. There are people who navigate using the stars but again, they are not from Atlantis. They are from these lands - and they do not have vimanas. They have Sand Skimmers that take them over the vast tracts of featureless terrain.  It is to these people we turn to discover more about the skies and the certainty that it is inhabited. How could they not be? How could we be alone? There is even ...

What is Atlantis like? It is physically located in the Atlantic Ocean. It is the land between North America and Europe. For me, Ireland as Steiner says, is part of it. A remnant. It is into this mythical Ireland which I will disappear. I no longer want this Ireland which I now currently live in. It has betrayed what was possible - and that is entirely its prerogative of course. Good for it. But it is not unique. Many places have done precisely this for whatever reasons. I have my own theories, but this fragment, remnant of Atlantis is what will remain ever after. And I like to think of it this way because it connects me to hope. It connects me to the future by connecting me with the past. I have given up ever in my lifetime making the difference here - on this planet actually, but I will not give up, I will not allow the world around me to make me give up on this dimension of Ireland. I shapeshift and sidestep into it. I slightly squeeze my eyes, narrow them, to see the space between t...