Cryptesia

I learned a new word the other day. Cryptesia, The ability to receive messages in symbol or code and the ability to discern them.

This blog was begun due in large part over such a dream I had.

In the void place, a dream scape I find myself in from time to time, I saw the symbol. I was so excited. You see I knew what this symbol of O o meant. It was a gift, a sacred gift. Don't ask me how I knew that, I just did. It was like I had been expecting it my whole life without even being aware of it.

This was a Micro Macro dream. And as I said so, She answered, my heart sent voice. She stated my name like any acquaintance would, saying, "Yes, and what does YOUR micro tell you about THE Macro?"

Well, this was a riddle indeed. I put this question in the Hot file of my background burner, and just ingested everything I could about the concept. When I say ingested I mean that. Right out of the atmosphere, sometimes the zeitgeist just gets me. Inspired I search, and search and search. Bookstores, internet sites, libraries, magazines, newspapers. The TV is great for surfing and finding surprisingly random tidbits of information. I particularly like the Discovery, History, OLN, and Space channels for that. Music, is a treasure trove, and so is poetry.

This is what I have come up with so far.

The universe is made up of many intricate moving parts or organisms. We are such parts. Our bodies themselves are then made up of further intricate moving parts forming our organism, the body. I'm not even going to get started on all the microscopic organisms that live upon the planets of our bodies, that’s for another story development.

I'll only use the idea to illustrate how the planet Earth is also comprised of intricate moving parts and organisms, including us and ours.

When I step back from the human frame of reference and into eternity-the secret destination of all dreaming, I see it like a whole web spread out before me, these relations and connections.

Like heart beats, stars light up the galaxies, nurture and animate their satellites, their children really, who in turn in their own times either shelter inner satellites or brings forth the same pattern of evolution from themselves . Every where the same pattern, revolving, throbbing, birthing, dying, transforming and starting all over again.

The human life cycle is no different. The gnat's life cycle is no different. The planetary life cycle is no different. We are no different.

What happened to me and my sisters in our homes, is happening and has happened to millions of people world wide albeit in wildly different manners.

Oppression meets resistance. Violence meets violence. Hatred meets dehumanization. Dehumanization meets demonic dominion. Look at WTO. Really look.

(Demonic meaning the opposite of Harmonic! Not talking literally here. No matter what peoples, Don't Panic!)

What I have come to accept over these years of living, is that we are indivisible from the universe. The universe flows around and through us. We are partners. Each Micro, mine, yours, theirs is intricately linked with The Macro, the entirety of being, the universe, god whatever term needed to grasp the concept, is intimately affected. Carl Jung contended that as human beings root out their personal demons, they enable “god” to better know itself. As we become more enlightened by our personal efforts, so does the entirety. The whole hundred monkey theory.

What happened to me, the cracking open of my heart through the consistent application of force and terror, is happening to millions of people around the world.

When I was just a little girl, I was in a prison in all the ways that mattered. I got day passes to go to school, a saving grace passed to me by generations of people, who made educating people in this country mandatory. But make no mistake about it, I was locked down. I found the strength to walk out of a systematically abusive, oppressive dominating way of life. I just walked out!

I wouldn't have been able to do that had some message from the outside world not gotten in to me, some kind of assurance that there indeed WAS a world of difference to go to.

Pretty soon, I think the world is going to witness a sort of coming out like the one I experienced myself as a twelve year old. Millions of oppressed people, are just going to walk out of this system of civilization and create a new world.

I don't know how, but I believe the when has already begun.

My personal freedom was won without me lifting a finger in aggression, but I admit I fought like hell, I fought like a wild cat. It took dozens of hands to subdue my bucking body when the fight was on. I was fearsome, and I was tiny. I won my freedom, but it would be decades before I could begin to realize it. The prison of the mind is far more effective then ones made of cement and steel.

This past month, exactly one year after receiving this dream symbol, I received another one. You can see it in my art work Sunshowers one and two. Basically it’s two circles again only this time it is one, inside the other. The second was small dark maybe even a dot.

This new one has been a little more difficult for me to interpret. My first thought was it was a glyph of some sort. It was familiar so I thought perhaps celestial or astrological, I was sure I had seen it somewhere before. I firstly mistook it for the planetary symbol of the earth, I looked that up, found I was wrong. I "knew" it would only be a matter of time before I discovered what it represented, and so relaxed, did some journaling and kept my eyes open.

My intuition told me it had something to do with the movement of time, cycles of time and the syncing up of ...I don't know what... two things I guess, and something to do with the mind inside matter. To explain better would just take too long here.

I also felt it had something to do with the coming together of the Micro and Macro.

I’ve been exploring these concepts in Uta Tulu, and as you can tell my paintings.

Anyway synchronisticity strikes again. On another completely different avenue, I finally closed out a mystery that was bugging me for the past decade plus. Looking for info today I typed in a search term hoping to bring me to some new info when I came across a sight called WOC. It was a board discussion about an organization for Women of Colour. Happy days! I went to look for WOC and found this instead. Spooky.

Continuing on I found the symbol on this site a lexicon of symbols Whoo Hoo! A new favorite.
It is connected to water, and hydrogen. It is a symbol of Uta Tulu! Who's writing who? Me writing her or Uta Tulu writing me?

For now, I'm off to investigate.