Just over 151 months
I don’t know what happens next
Christmas and New Year are over. Apart from my music students, and learning songs for the upcoming summer season (I currently work as a musician), I have nothing in the diary until the end of May. It feels like this is the moment to start a journey of 1,000 miles.
The journey within.
It is, as I just wrote to a dear friend, a journey with no path and no map — a journey into the dark for which, it seems, I must be my own light. I knew, a couple of years ago, that I had done enough reading and watching videos, but I didn’t stop doing that. My latest book is “The Secret of the Golden Flower”, translated by Thomas Cleary. It’s the closest thing to a map as we are likely to find, but it still uses imprecise phrases like “turning the light around”. Which I take to mean focussing the attention inside, instead of out.
Inside on what?
A quote from Joseph Cambell caught my eye a few minutes ago. It is this: “The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”
I take this cave to be me. Of course, I fear to enter. I fear it in the same way that I fear having a psychic reading. I never know what they are going to say; what my higher self, my guide, ancestor or some other being, will want to reveal. Always, I come away feeling happy, supported, confident. So, it’s probably just the ego and its fear of death that makes me uneasy. We’ll see. (Ha! But only if we look.)
My intention with this blog — or, at least, the reinvention of this blog a few months ago — was/is to provide some kind of map for the journey within. I don’t know if that’s going to be possible — or even useful. We may all have to find our own way to the mouth of our own cave — and then make our own way through it.
If there is anything useful or interesting to be said after this, I will say it. In the meantime, I may be gone some time.