a Circle Teaching



Jane Mansfield by Ralph Crane in 1958.

Mariska Hargitay and her mother Jayne Mansfield.

Legacy is a natural occurrence, an event without end beginning somewhere beyond our individual births. How it ascends or descends is the parent's gift to child, and on a larger scale legacy moves through culture and history as a series of stories building a creative, or destructive momentum into lives. Legacy is complex as well as revelatory. The life you lead leads somewhere, came from somewhere and goes somewhere influencing, telling, objectifying, clarifying and mystifying us all.

This human experience. With its built-in résistance to change, to evolve coveting for the beyond experience of heaven brings hope to the heart and at the same time retards the life flow from the beyond in the present where we need to be to fully understand the fluidity of life-death-resurrection. This is the problem of belief in religion. It is the living within someone else's experiences with God!

How you live the experiences with Creation in relationship to the great mysteries, the unfolding of belief into knowledge, how the Creator and you talk with each other in the silences is the Mystery. This is the Beyond in the present. This legacy is the event without beginning somewhere beyond our individual births ascending and descending from soul to soul, Earth to formlessness, from one to the other. Within us all is the capacity to hold the universe. 

It is a lot to think about if you want to not feel it all. If you want to think about it Murray Gell-Mann said, "What is especially striking and remarkable is that in fundamental physics a beautiful, or elegant theory is more likely to be right than a theory that is inelegant." 

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
Jan. 6, 2016

Jayne Mansfield and daughter Mariska Hargitay dancing together !!!!

 

a sacred story of hell

a Ugandan child soldier

The contrast between worlds.

Ugandan and American perceptions are as wide and deep as the ocean between them. The level of need in one is lost in the swift passing of news, sound bites, and amply placed outside of the moment, the momentum of changing technology, luxury, and our comfort levels that need to feed on their lost for our sustenance. Such a world of privilege I live in the United States of America. We cuddle in fear of invisible germs, and jump at the sound of warnings about terrorist we are fond of telling ourselves hate us because of our life style, and its attendant luxuries. We enjoy misunderstanding, and purposely using the word freedom incorrectly. We love the lies, and employ a host of people, and machines to tell us the lies that comfort us, and block out the raw needs, and terror of others in war torn and poverty stricken countries like Uganda.

Shit does stink, and roosters do come home to roost. What goes up must come down, and what is sown is reaped. This are some of the tenets of Natural Law, and if my citizenship as an American is questioned because I understand this and place it into the discussions around 9/11, white supremacy, healing, the economy, spiritual and personal responsibility, and other pertinent national issues then something has sickened within the fabric of this great nation, and we are dying as a people, a concept, and a corporation. The souls of our leaders, and the citizens, the regular people are sick. There is brokenness in need of mending, of healing. How do we open the ears to hear, the eyes to see, the bodies to receive its healing, and the soul its revitalization?

-Gregory E. Woods

Keeper of Stories

Mariska Hargitay