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\t‘Today\nwe know nothing. We accept everything. The truths of yesterday are\ngone and we are too clever, too chic, too modern, to search for new\ntruths. Having a taste of freedom, we are slow to begin building new\ncages, which trap and enslave and then melt as castles on the beach\nin the face of implacable Time. We are slow to begin building new\nmagnificent bodies of thought…only to have them left torn,\nbleeding…incinerated…on the battlefield. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘In\nsuch a condition, can one be blamed for reverting to the pleasures of\nthe senses and the sensuality of the body as the only truths we can\nknow. Yet this base nature we can quickly know too well, if we\nplunge directly to its depths without preparation and care. For to\nsurrender to sensuality is to confirm the dark suspicion that long\nhas been lurking within, hulking over us …that in the end, we are\nbut animals. If we are but animals, then we are but dust. If we are\nbut dust, then…. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘In\nreality something has already been learned from this preoccupation\nwith the body. A hope has begun to emerge. First, as man and woman\nhave become preoccupied with their bodies, the myths from the past\nconcerning the body have been brushed aside. Factual information\nabout sex and the body has been gained which will be important to\nbuilding the future. Second, preoccupation with the body has induced\nman and woman tto search for the final proof they have required to\nconvince themselves that they are indeed animals. That definitive\nproof has not yet appeared…Yet there are five different things that\nbring the probability of their being animals to about 99 percent.\nJust to name one thing…the contortions a human embryo wiggles\nthrough as it passes through the various stages of development are\nvery much similar to the embryos of the animals that we find\nourselves related to by reason of evolution….Indeed, the\nprobability is so high…we may as well just assume the\nobvious….that humans are animals, and this information will be\nuseful in building a future. Finally, preoccupation with the body\nhas united man and woman in the flesh in a way that tools heretofore\nhave been unable to do. Worship of the flesh has resulted in the\nworship of oneself and worship of one’s brother and sister. We have\nstood naked before each other and the sky has not fallen in, as was\nthreatened by the fury of the medieval Church. And it is right that\nthis should be so. For are we not all one flesh, one throb, one\nfamily? \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Through\nthe corridors of glass and steel come the irrepressible pulses of the\njungle. The stomping of feet, the whirling of skirts. In the primal\nband is there the love, the true sharing of blood, which our flesh\ncraves. In the whirl of the skirt are we made one. We are made\nbrothers and sisters in the flesh. And this brotherhood and\nsisterhood of human beings, which we are fast gaining, will also be\nessential to the creation of our future.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSylvia\nheld the precious papers… Man and woman gained great brains…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and\nthe greatest result of having that impressive organ has been to\nrecognize that humans are mortal… that they will die… no other\nanimal worries about this in a thinking way…Other animals are\nalways acting in an instinctive way… in a reactive way…striving\nto preserve life…But the way humans worry…is different. And\nalong with the notion of mortality has come the sinking feeling that\nhe and she are merely dust… life is nothing more than a dream\nconjured by the dust… \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘A\nDream of dust\u201d…Are man and woman only this?…Scientists know\nmore about all this now…First, at the time of the writings on the\npapers before her.. the ninety-nine percent chance that man an dwoman\nare animals that resulted from the piling up of probabilites from\nknown facts…was a figure valid enough to pretty much confirm the\nhypothesis….Howver, with the delineation of the human genome…and\ncomparison of it with the genomes of the great apes…it is now known\nthat we are about 99 percent identical to chimpanzees…Most\nscientists had thought we might end up being something more\nrespectable… like being almost a gorilla…but no…now the 99\npercent figure is a proven one…and we know exactly which animal is\nour forebgearer…very impressive…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tHowever,\nequipment is still inadequate to investigate particles… and e must\ninvestigate particles to consider a hypothesis even more\nstartling…more potentially depressing….the only way to\ninvestigate atoms has been to blast them apart …and search through\nthe detritus…through the specks of whirling rubble…in which all\noperations, all dynamics, all relationships… are lost… \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAgain…from\nthe piling up of probabiliteis…we aer at eighty-fuve percent\nprobability that it is ture….We are almost certain that in each\nparticel…therefore in every atom…. there is an I<\/em> in\nthere… there is consciousness…in every atom!….Eight different\ndiscilplines and areas of thoughts…l converge upon that truth… I\nmean…we scream out to the universe…for two\nreasons….First…There is no soul….but second….Matter is not\ndead!…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tYes,\nscientists have been scouring the universe searching for signs of\nlife…out there…But now there is the high probability…that there\nis existence… there are I’<\/em>s …everywhere.!.. in every\natom!…Which has several implications…One…it means we have an\neternal home… What kind of home that might be…we have little\nidea…I mean… there may be better places to be… better than\nothers… in the universe…so we don’t know exactly how well off we\nmight end up being….Btu it seems pretty certain now that we are\neternal… and we shall end up somewhere…forever…Two… knowing\nthat every atom possesses an I.<\/em>..well, we are now very certain\nthat the entire Cosmos was once one completely… one big I<\/em>…like\na god…And three…this is the first implication underscored….as I\nhave said… we know…that no I<\/em> …since everything is\ncomposed of energy…no I.<\/em>..is ever lost…our I…is\neternal!…this should come as great relief…to all… \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tIt\nis incredible that an I <\/em>exists… I mean how does that\nwork?… Each I<\/em> is the center of the universe… You cannot\nimagine how another person can be just like you… ‘looking out’…\nit is inconceivable… but it is just the beginning… beginning of\nthe miracles that fill this incredible Cosmos…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tIt\nwas Sunday morning, and Omicron was moving briskly about the cluster\npreparing for his day with Beta Firestar. There was actually little\nto do… however, his mind was alert during these hours while many in\nthe community slept…He kept busy so the dragging hours might pass\nmore quickly. He gathered his hiking clothes and equipment, dressed\nand filled his pack, leaving room for the food which would be\ndispensed automatically as he left. Then it was 11:45. He took the\nfood from the dispenser, filled the pack, swung it and his guitar on\nhis back and bid goodbye to Steve who was just coming from his study.\n \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Well,\nI’m off,’ he said, noting a serious look on his father’s face. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Yes,\nhave a good time. Be sure to be back in time for the Sunday tribal\nmeeting. I don’t want people to be worrying about you two, when they\nshould be having fun together.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Well,\nI don’t want anyone to worry about us, Dad. And I have no intention\nof being lost in the woods, with Beta Firestar… or anyone.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSteve\nsmiled, then fell back into serious thought as he turned away. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSoon\nOmicron and Beta were hiking along the Moonstar trail. The going was\neasy at first and the conversation was light and happy. Then the\ngoing got harder as they climbed five to six miles of trail. The\nlush grass was interspersed with areas of scrub oak. Large white\nclouds began to sail over the bright blue sky. At Sage Brush Meadows\nOmicron sat nervously beside Beta. He was aware of her eyes upon\nhim. She seemed to be very careful, almost anxious in her selection\nof words, and in the positioning of her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Omicron,\nyou write beautiful music. You must sing a song for me.’ \tOmicron\nwas regretful that he had brought his guitar, as he felt little\nmotivation to sing for her in this setting. Beta was slowly bending\nand unbending her legs such that enormous stretches of brown skin\nwere revealed at the lower edge of her tunic. Omicron felt surges,\nstill new, strange, and exhilarating to him, fill his torso. She took\nhis arm in hers and pressed her body near. Omicron desired to enjoy\nthe sky, the animals, the breeze. However, his attention was slowly\nand inexorably drawn to her legs, her thighs, now a glimpse of secret\nwhite. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tBeta\npulled him to herself and kissed his cheek, then lips met in his\nfirst kiss, his blood coursed through his body. His hand groped for\na soft, globular breast. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThen\nhe stopped. He pretended to be distracted by deer threading their\nway daintily, cautiously through brush nearby. Then he carefully\nattempted to extricate himself although Beta continued to hold his\nhand and periodically caress him with her body. It had all happened\nso quickly. And each action, reaction had occurred automatically in\nresponse to behavior embedded in his brain, either as a part of\nphysiology or as a result of years of inculcation. Omicron was\nstunned by the series of events, as a boxer recovering from a flurry\nof punches. However, soon a part of him marveled that he had\nstopped. Why had he stopped?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThen\nhe realized that he had stopped in response to his developing Will. \nHe had learned that the Will is the instrument the mind uses to\ncontrol the body. Without this control, a man or woman cannot rise\nabove other animals. His father had explained to him repeatedly\nhow this control could enable a man or woman to expand his or her\nmind to the limits of existing knowledge and beyond, and be able to\naccomplish any task which his or her mind is intent upon completing. \nWith this control, a man or woman can rise to rule the world, be in\ncommand in the face of any challenge and impose his or her desire\nupon all that lives and breathes. All of this was part of the\nCosmic theology his tribe ascribed to…it was directly mainly to\nmales…yet are not men and women a bit of both sexes?…Women\npossess testosterone, too. Women could benefit from the Arcana just\nas men could benefit from the female theology of Love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThey\nate and soon Beta was asleep in the warm spring sunlight. Omicron\nclimbed a nearby rise from where to the right he could survey the\npath which they had climbed to the meadow. Up to his left rose the\nmountain peak, which he was not yet prepared to climb. The meadow\nwas in the first of several levels of foothills which ascended one\nafter the other to the peak. Omicron knew from what his father had\ntold him that around and beyond the mount was the easy, more gentle\npath to the peace of the ocean shore. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSuddenly,\nOmicron was imbued with a strange, new feeling… suddenly, he\nperceived himself to be strong and pure. Before him appeared an\napparition. It was the image of a man clothed in white. Omicron’s\nbody throbbed as his body was bathed in golden rays of light. He\nfelt as if he was to commence upon a path which men had tread before,\nand which would be tread forever after. Pulses of energy wracked his\nbody and propelled his attention and concentration up to the very\npeak of the mountain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThen,\nslowly, his gaze moved down the path to the community and the world,\nto which he had to return, to where the battle ultimately would have\nto be won. The power he felt… encompassed all of his body. He\nbegan to feel a sense of mission. Before him now loomed a goal which\nwas as yet undefined in his consciousness;…however, a goal that he\nwas now convinced he must undertake. This goal, this path, this\nprogression, he now was beginning to see, was related to phenomena,\nto forces far greater than he… to impulses whose Source was the\nprimordial fire of the universe. The progression was related to that\nultimate pulse of the Cosmos which would command its true servants to\nbe warriors for Good and destroyers of evil. The path had been\nvividly charted for him by his father, both by word and by example. \nHowever, the actual attainment of the peak, should he be successful,\nwould have to be the result of his own effort, suffering, and\nvictory. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOmicron\nrecognized the man standing, glowing before him as ‘the Magus, the\ntype of the perfect man, in full possession of his physical and moral\nfaculties.’ \u2026 This was the symbol for Cosmic step number 1…\nWill… His father’s words rang in his mind. The man was ‘standing\nupright, in the attitude of Will proceeding to action. He wears a\nwhite robe, image of purity. His belt is a serpent biting its\ntail… the symbol of eternity. His forehead is enclosed in a cloth\nof gold, signifying Light, which expresses the continuum in which all\ncreated things revolve. The Magus holds in his right hand a golden\nscepter, image of command, raised towards the heavens in a gesture of\naspiration towards knowledge, wisdom, and power… the index finger\nof the left hand points to the ground, signifying that the mission of\nthe perfect man is to reign over the material world. This double\ngesture means that human Will ought to be the earthly reflection of\nthe divine Will… promoting Good and preventing evil.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAt\nlast the day his father told him about had arrived. Steve had told\nOmicron that he could only give his sons the words; but the meaning,\nthe reality of the words would be made clear to them and become a\npart of them only as they lived the Truths of the universe and\nactually progressed from one level of consciousness and utilization\nof Will to the next. At this moment the ascent for Omicron had\nbegun. The presence of the Magus before him indicated that the first\nCosmic step towards the heavens had been taken. Omicron had\nwithstood the fire ordeal of sexual passion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t\n‘Before the Magus on a cubic stone are placed a goblet, a sword and a\nshekal… a golden coin with an engraved cross in the center. The\ngoblet signifies the mixture of passions contributing to happiness or\nmisfortune, according to whether we are their masters or their\nslaves. The sword symbolizes labor… the striving that overcomes\nobstacles and the tests that pain makes us undergo. The shekel is\nthe image of aspirations fulfilled, works accomplished, the apex of\npower attained by perseverance and will power. The cross, seal of\nthe infinite with which the shekel is engraved, announces the future\nascent of that power into the spheres of the future.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOmicron\nknew well the goal of the Cosmic man. It was to develop a\nconcentration and power of Will with which man could rise above the\nfluctuations of fortunes and flux of time, to a sphere where great\nTruths were known, and monumental achievements were possible. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOmicron\nknew of such Cosmic men and women. He had read of the great men and\nwomen of the world and his country, the recent Presidents of the\nUnited States, the leaders of his band, tribe and nation. However,\nhis closest association with a Cosmic man was with his father. \nSteven had achieved this coveted station shortly after the Change at\nwhich time the principles of the Theology of the Mind had been\nselected by Golden Sun Tribe and had been elucidated in detail. \nSteve had scoured the earth searching for a Cosmic theology that was\nthe best he could find. Once he found this theology, he began to\nlive its principles immediately. So by the time the Golden Sun tribe\nadopted it, Steve was far along the Cosmic path. He wore no medals,\npossessed no ‘golden shekel,’ nor other outward sign of his\nattainments. A Cosmic man is known by his works and by the quality\nof life which he lives. The powers of the Cosmic man and woman…are\nso great that his or her presence is immediately apparent to all\nabout him. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tHowever,\nthe ascent of the Will is not easily accomplished. One must strive\ncontinually over a period of years. Most strive all of their lives\nand never obtain the greatest powers. However, all benefit… from\nthe progress they are able to obtain. It requires labor and\nendurance of the pain from the sword of constant struggle. Above\nall, the first step which must be taken before any progress can be\nmade is the domination of the cup of sexual passions… otherwise the\npotential powers of the Will are dissipated in unproductive\nexpenditures of energy. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tIn\nthe physical world, step one is identified with ‘man, the highest of\nall living creatures, called upon to raise himself by a perpetual\nexpanse of his faculties into the concentric spheres of the\nAbsolute.’ In the intellectual world, it embraces ‘Unity, the\nprinciple and synthesis of numbers, and the Will, principle of\naction.’ In the Cosmic world, it expresses ‘the absolute Being who\ncontains and from whom flows the infinity of all possible things.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOmicron\nwalked uprightly, shoulders back, a significantly different person\nthan he had been before the climb. Omicron gently awakened Beta to\ncommence the journey back to the village.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThey\narrived at the tribal communal area that was located in an expanse in\nthe hills just north of where the Great Bridge had been…There was\nan amphitheater with an adjoining dance area…there was an extensive\nathletic diamond and field surrounded by a high fence on a large\nterrace below….all of which was located near a dense little forest\nof redwood trees…cratered all around…with empty nuclear missile\nsilos…It possessed an impressive view of land moving downward,\ndownward to the ocean…which since they were near the end of the\npeninsula…could be seen at the end of a long sloping hillside\nbelow….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOmicron\nand Beta arrived a half hour before the community meeting was\nscheduled to begin at four o’clock. Every weekend various games and\nsports were participated in by band members in the tribal compound on\nboth a formal as well as an informal basis. Every Sunday hundreds of\npeople from the bands gathered for a meeting. At the meeting the\nleader of the tribe spoke, and songs were sung by the tribal choir. \nThen, an entire evening’s slate of activities was scheduled,\nincluding musical groups composed of band members, plays, musical\ndramas, movies, and always tribal dancing all night to various kinds\nof music. On the work days of the week, physical and intellectual\ncreativity were paramount in the bands. On the weekends… rest,\nrecreation, and family and band activities were stressed…On Sunday\nCosmic creativity was celebrated by the tribe. On this day of the\nweek…all were together… One in flesh, one in blood. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSteve\nBlue saw the couple strolling across the meadow, smiled, and walked\nquickly towards them. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Well,\nI see you made it back on time. Sylvia and I are in the choir today.\n Omicron, I think it is time for you to write some music for this\ncommunity to sing. We will be in need of some meaningful songs to\nshare, especially,…’ His words died out. He seemed to be ever on\nthe move even when he paused to talk. A furrow was darkening above\nhis eyebrows. Omicron suddenly realized that this meeting might\nembody more than the usual importance. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘After\nthe meeting,’ Steve continued, ‘why don’t we all join in the dancing?\n There will be some exceptionally good music tonight and the food is\nspecially catered from New York. It was magged in, this morning. \nIt’s the tenth anniversary of the tribe, you know, and we’re pulling\nout all stops. See you at the dance later.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\ncouple muttered affirmative replies as Steve retreated, shaking hands\nand embracing loved ones, then they continued to walk until the\nweekly Sunday community meeting was convened. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\nleader of the tribe was silver-haired, Samuel Wolf, who was also on\nJupiter Nation’s board of manufactures that was responsible for\noverseeing the production of all goods by the nation’s City. He was\nalso general in the country’s armed forces. He had been in charge of\ntribal affairs for seven years. All public offices in the nations,\ntribes, and bands were elected save for the leaders, for which\nnominations for the post were made by the entities involved…\nhowever, actual selection was made by the country’s government on the\nbasis of international and American service as well as band, tribal\nand nation efforts. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSam\nstood nonchalantly at the microphone and warmly welcomed the tribe to\nthe meeting, and then began to speak brightly:…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘This\nis the tenth anniversary of the formation of Golden Sun Tribe. The\nscience that we conduct research in is a new one,…basically, we\nstudy everything. Consequently, it has been difficult to know what\nour work is and what people we would need to pursue it. The caliber\nof people who are in the tribe now is impressive and the work we have\ndone for the University speaks for itself,…it has been enormous.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t(Applause.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Our\ntribe has operated successfully during these ten years. We have\nearned sufficient energy units to live happy, fulfilled lives. We\nmarry early now and children are limited to one or none. Our\npopulation is the same as it was ten years ago, in spite of the fact\nthat many children who were here ten years ago have children now. \nThe generations are crushing down upon the next, yet our people are\nprosperous, happy and seem very content, concentrating on their work.\n‘ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThen\nSam’s tone darkened and he stuffed his hands deeply into the pockets\nof his robe: \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Our\ncountry is at present being threatened by those who would turn back\nthe clock. By those who would go back to the hard transition years\nwhen man and woman were among the machines. By those whose roots go\nback even further than those of the factory… back into the darkness\nof a medieval age. These wretched people know nothing of true Love\namong a primal band. They kill one another for the gold of the earth\nas readily as they would kill one of us. They are heartless and\nruthless beasts who know no higher principles or Laws… They possess\nonly the instincts of the mob which must be ruled by force. These\nenemies are now headed this way… towards our community, towards the\nland and life we have grown to love and which we have rightfully\nwon.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSam\nnow began to emphasize his words with thumps of his right fist upon\nthe lectern. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘The\nmuscle and courage of every man and woman assembled here will be\ncalled upon during this emergency. And I am certain that with\nsacrifice, hard work, and valor…. the battle will be won.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAt\nthis point, the tribe burst into vigorous applause again… although\nall faces were sullen with the impact of the message. Beta looked\nworriedly at Omicron as he looked grim-faced toward the podium. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘I\nthink it would be well,’ Sam continued, ‘for us to quickly review\nsome of the basic principles of our theologies. Each tribe has its\nown theologies, which it modifies regularly. It may even change\ntheologies if the tribe wishes. We have two theologies…one for\nmales…one for females…Our theology for males is based on the\nideas of ancient Egypt. In keeping with this, we wear clothes of\nclassical Greece and Rome and many of us have first names that are\nconsistent with this, many have family names related to the beauty of\nnature in which we now reside. Some scoff and say that no such\ntheology ever resided in ancient anywhere… Regardless… we find\nthe principles of this wondrous group of ideas… to be Cosmic… to\nbe stirring.. to be True… regardless of their origin… Thus do\nwe live them…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Fundamental\nprinciples from our theologies are mentioned at these Sunday\nmeetings. However, I would like to review the most fundamental\nconcepts in a brief yet comprehensive way and then briefly describe\nactions that will be taken in the face of this emergency during the\nnext few days. My loving wife, Petuna, will take a turn at the\nmicrophone in the midst of this…to review the principles of our\nfemale theology…for as brave as our men must be in these coming\ndays…it is the women…who are the embrace of Golden Sun\nTribe…who are the rock upon which Golden Sun Tribe is\nestablished…Yes, we men are so mighty and great, ‘ Sam orated\nsardonically…’Yes, we men are so mighty and great…But we men know\nwho we are fighting for,…We men know what we are fighting for…We\nmen know…how to put down our precious thoughts and work for a\nmoment…and fight for all our tribe stands for….Yes, it is for our\nwomen we fight…It is for our tribe we fight…In the end it is for\nLove and Connection and Family…for the great Family… of tribe,\nnation, country, world…that we fight …and Petuna exemplifies all\nthe Goodness the better half of our lives brings…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘First,\nthere is the Source of all things. There is the energy from which\nall matter is made, which produces all movement, which is the Source\nof Consciousness. Evidence of this energy is seen in the fire which\nhas been shattered into countless pieces and scattered across the\nheavens. For in the beginning…there was the Source…from which\nthe entire Cosmos was built…there is a piece of the Source in each\npiece of the Cosmos…there is a piece of the Source…in each one of\nus….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘But\nenergy does not just shower randomly throughout the universe. Energy\nconforms to patterns observed time and again. The Source is converted\ninto the entire spectrum of matter and is the author of all movement\nof matter in a manner which is regular and predictable. Thus, the\nSource conforms to regularities which are called Divine Law. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Now\nsince all that is in the universe is or has been transformed from\nenergy… from the Source… all things must conform to Divine Law. \nIn the variations of matter, the Law is observed to operate\ndifferently, yet a basic conformance to the Law must always exist. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘For\nman and woman, the Law is manifested on two levels of existence. \nThere is the Law which pertains to the body and there is the Law that\npertains to the mind. This duality comes from the Source… In the\nbeginning was Love… that is a creator which has invested all\nparticles with an I<\/em>… this is a miracle… there is no\nexplanation for it… it just is… it was given by the forces of\nLove… once there is an I, <\/em>there\nis Love…imbued from the Source…yet there is also Will…\nempowered by the Source…the I’<\/em> can perceive, think and\nact… Love and Will…in humans this duality is expressed by the\nphenomena of body and mind…of woman and man…of course, women are\nintelligent and are equal to men in every important way….yet women\noften are devoted to more important things….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘The\nCosmos is filled with Will and Love…there is fire…yet there is\nform….there is Law…An atom with electrons is in equilibrium, in\npeace and harmony and connection…in the realm of Love…when\nelectrons are stripped from it..there comes a Force, a Power… there\narises Will…whose ultimate aim is to restore the Beauty and Form of\nLove…which was lost…The interaction of Will and Love results in a\nhierarchy of atoms, molecules, and organisms which increase in\ncomplexity while minimizing expenditures of energy per unit of mass. \nThis interaction between Will and Love has resulted on earth…a\nstream of plant and animal species, performing the dance of\nevolution, which, in turn, has resulted in an array of forms… from\nsimple to complex at any period in time which changes over time to\nconform to a changing world environment. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\nAll matter and the forces which move matter were initially One. \nIndividual particles in their configurations and interactions…\nappeared as the universe expanded and cooled. It is natural for\nindividuals to exalt in self… express Will which is inclined to\nPower matter into conflict and separation… But with True\nprinciples, Love can be obtained which Connects…reunites bodies,\nmatter, and energies into combinations…into Cosmic entities…\nreflections of that initial One. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘On\nearth there are two spheres…the plant\/animal world that is arrayed\nabout us…and the Cosmic sphere wherefrom we have all come… In the\nplant\/animal sphere, the processes of reproduction are fundamental\nand crucial to the perpetuation of species. Because of this,\nreproduction is given high priority in the observance of the Law. \nBecause reproduction is important, the rewards for successful acts\nare great. As a result of physical creativity… that is, successful\nreproduction… man and woman receive the joy and happiness which is\nreaped from Love between male and female, Love among members of a\nprimal community, and from offspring themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Our\ninstruction regarding the Law of the Body comes from the example and\nteachings of Jesus Christ whose life was devoted to the Love among\nbrothers and sisters. However, way before Jesus Christ there arose\nin the desolate frozen wilderness of the arctic…there arose the\nshamanic Earth Mother… The Law of Body forms the basis for the\nelaborate Theology of Love, which is handed down from mother to\ndaughter and which is the heartbeat, the embrace of the Golden Sun\nTribe. My wife Petuna will give a few words concerning our theology\nfor females…although each one of us, of course, is not one, but\ntwo…We all possess testosterone…we all possess estrogen…we all\ncan benefit from both theologies. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘We\nimagine that The Law of the Mind was discovered by the ancients. The\nLaw of the Mind was sequestered by the few in power to guarantee\ntheir supremacy over the masses. Today the Law of the Mind is\navailable to all and when possessed by men and women physically and\nmorally worthy of its possession, it renders unto each of them an\nindividual and aggregate Will which cannot be defied. The Law of the\nMind gives to man and woman access to knowledge, wisdom, and power. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘The\nLaw of the Mind is implemented by the Will. The Will imposes the\nenergy of the mind upon the inertia of matter. The Will may evolve\nand progress such that a given amount of energy of the mind is able\nto impact matter in greater and greater ways. In this augmentation\nof the power of the Will, the mind is encouraged to create tools,\nmental and physical, of greater and greater complexity and power, in\nan upward evolution which parallels the evolution of the body. By\nmeans of tools the Will is able to impact the external world in ever\nmore powerful ways. The Will must move, soar upwards to higher and\nhigher planes if it is to gain full control over matter. At the\nhighest spheres of ascendance, the Will is able to tap the ultimate\nenergies of the universe and is able to perform feats which can\nresult in an eternal expression of that Will. The use of the mind is\nso important to man and woman’s survival that biologically they reap\ngreat joy and happiness from the exercise of the Will in creating\ntools… intellectual creativity… and from the progression of the\nWill to the highest Cosmic spheres…impacting the world…with\nCosmic creativity. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘In\norder for the Will to evolve, it must adhere to the four basic\nprinciples of the Mind. These principles are symbolize by the parts\nof the Sphinx, which stands in front of the Great Pyramids and which\nwe believe was a part of the theology of the ancient Egyptians. The\nfirst principle, symbolized by the head of a woman, is that \u201chuman\nintelligence must consider the aim of its aspirations, its means of\nattaining them, the obstacles to be avoided and the barriers to be\nbroken.\u201d The second principle, symbolized by the body of an ox, is\nthat \u201cman, armed with science, goaded by a tireless Will and\nbearing the yoke of each trial with ox-like patience, must slowly\ntravel by his own road toward success or failure.\u201d The third\nprinciple, symbolized by the paws of a lion, is that \u201cin order to\nattain the aim set by his intelligence, man must not only desire, he\nmust also venture; it is not enough merely to work, it is necessary\nsometimes also to fight and to make a place for oneself by force.\u201d \nAnd the last principle, symbolized by the wings of an eagle folded\nover the Sphinx’s massive body, is that \u201cman must hide his plans\nbeneath a thick veil until the moment comes to act with a resolution\nthat if need be reaches the heights of audacity.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘From\nthese general principles have been deduced a series of Cosmic steps\nor Arcana with which all of you are acquainted or will be acquainted\nwith in time. Learning the lessons of each step is the first phase. \nLiving the lessons is the second difficult phase which may or may not\nbe accomplished in a lifetime. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Now\nmy wife, Petuna, will address the better half of our ideas…the\nbetter half…of our ideals.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tPetuna\nwas a high priestess of sorts…a leader of the women in the tribe\nevery bit as much as her husband was a leader of men..She strode to\nthe microphone, dressed in a flowing robe with flowers in her hair…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘My\nsisters…and my brothers…Oh dear, my brothers!…You are at it\nagain…Now we women must clasp another close to shield from the\ncombat caused by men and their Will…Men have always seemed to have\nbeen an add-on of sorts…in the beginning all was one…all was\nLove…now where are we?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘I\nshall be reciting from the words of the great priestess from recent\ndecades past…Mirabai Starr…Her great words resound powerfully but\nnot loudly…they reverberate everywhere …energizing softly…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cWomen\ndo not preach or teach or exhort…Women simply embrace, comfort,\n+love….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThere\nare women mystics from all branches of the I<\/em> family…\nHinduism, Buddhiism, Taoism, Judiasm, Christiianity, Islam, and in\nevery indigenous way…This is because true religion began 30,000\nyears ago in Siberia with the shaman…and all religions have been\nbirthed…therefrom…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThe\ngreat heart and wisdom of the divine feminine lies with poetry,\nprose, practices, prayer…with Spiritual\/ Inner-Being…We do do not\nmount the pulpit and scream to the guilty…Instead we feel the\nbeating wings of mercy and the flowering heart of forgiveness…We\ntell the heart’s story of divine Love…We hear the cries of the\nworld…We embody a feminine ferocity.. .powerful and\ncompassionate…fearless and commanding…We accept the decisive\nchallenge of existence…We are in the lap of the Great Mother…We\ndrink deeply from the well of wholeness and hope…The empowered\nlady of today gathers the flowers of various mystical traditions from\nall around the world into a bouquet of Beauty…of connection with\nall aspects of ourselves, and of the interconnectedness of all\nbeings…The female way is relief like rain in a world parched by\npolitics and angst…We strive to awaken and instruct what has been\nlacking under Patriarchy…We are a wave of feminine wisdom emerging\ninto a world that has been starved for too long…It is our challenge\nto flood our troubled world with grace…to engender the soft,\nmysterious embrace of the Beloved…to dazzle all with an exquisite\ndance of illusion..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

it\nis our challenge to make the jumble of human experience into One\nLove…to bestow upon all a wild mercy to live, love, and save the\nplanet by means of… with…Love, generosity, and wisdom…to compel\nus to be more, to do better, to love more fiercely, to open our\nhearts, to let the Light in…to let the Light… out….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThe\nGreat Mother is a mystery…known only through surrender. Surrender\nonly happens through Grace…that is, through forgiveness …to\nrelease humanity into the radiance of the many ways the Goddess\nreveals herself, She is there before us…illuminating our Path back\nhome….She surprises us with her frees-spirited passion, erudition,\nand blazing candor…for…as we know…everything is holy…herbs,\nwater, fire, the body, there is Light…in every last thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cAt\nthe core of all life is…a circle… of wild and welcoming women…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cMen\nare welcome here…you just don’t get to boss us around or grab our\nbreasts or solve our problems….you may sample our cooking and wash\nit down with our champagne…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cAgain…and\nagain..the earth is cracking open, and the women must again arise\nfrom their hiding places and spill onto the streets, lifting the\nsuffering into our arms, demanding justice from the tyrants, pushing\non the patriarchy and activating a paradigm shift such as the world\nhas never seen…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Women\nhave not been comfortable since the rise of civilization…well, all\nmen and women…have been slaves…in addition the architecture of\nthe human world has been designed by and for men. …institutions\nhave been built to fit and uphold a male-dominated way of\nexistence…Then the balance of power was disrupted…the\nconversation was reorganized…The results of the alienation of the\nfeminine became obvious..the twentieth century was the greatest time\nin the history the world…yet things were lacking…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cBut\nwomen desire not to merely become part of this male dominated\nsphere…they long for another way of life entirely…they wish\ndesire to replace the crown of gold and diamonds with a crown of\ndaisies…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cMan\nhas created power which has elevated man and woman high above Nature\nabout them…women are leading humans back to the Earth back to\nNature…to the giant garden of the I…<\/em>found\nin every flower and weed….each tree and species of blooming\ngrass is an unique and glorious example of the Beloved’s\nBeauty….Like bees, we draw nectar from it all…our life-giving\nnectar is Love and compassion…Yes, again, typically masculine\nattributes long necessary in a primal world… rear their ugly\nhead…Can we not see the obvious…We must now discard obsolete\nmessages that ‘otherize’…We are one with all the Cosmos!…We must\nnow discard obsolete messages that extol violence…band against\nband…tribe against tribe…No!…Have we not traveled far beyond\nthat?…We are now in a world that should be an Utopia…We must\ndiscard any part of the past…that is toxic!…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThere\nwas a counterculture in the 1960s and 70s…in communities that\nappreciated the wisdom of multiple paths…we are all masculine and\nfeminine<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…we\nall desire to reach for the sky yet bow and revere the earth…this\nis the plant-animal way…we are united in our journey with truths\nthat we have brought with us from the heavens, from the Cosmos….All\nthat exists possesses Light from the Source…in the beginning all\nwas female…men are an add-on…many one celled organisms simply\ndivide….after birth one is strictly on its own….the division\noccurred before plant and animal emerged…as both descendants, plant\nand animal… possess dimorphism…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThe\nperfect way of life is not the feminine…the male drive for\nindividual success and empirical argument is necessary for continual\nprogress…nay, for creativity in general…the masculine possesses a\ndazzling arc of its own…But when both are combined….erect fist to\nthe heavens…combined with the circling embrace of the earth…they\ncreate a spiral upwards like a double circling helix of DNA \u2026of\ncreativity thrusting within embrace…consuming into Cosmic Fire….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cFor\nthe female priestess, contemplative life is not so much a matter of\ntranscending the illusions of mundane existence or attaining states\nof perfect \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

equanimity\nas it is about becoming as fully present as possible to the realities\nof the human experience. The what\nis…<\/em>reveals itself\nto be filled with holiness…We pause and we get better…and\nbetter… at seeing Love everywhere we look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t”\u201dImmanence…there\nis god in everything…every atom possesses consciousness….yet\nthere seems to be transcendence…there seems to be powers of god\nsomewhere else…the Cosmos seems to tend to our lives…if only a\ntiny bit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cFor\nmen, union with god is about dismantling, disassembling,\ndeconstructing all corporeal and conceptual forms in a passionate\npursuit of the Formlessness that lies beyond the realm of the senses\nand intellect. For women, union with god is a matter of embracing\nevery particle of inescapable reality …seen as imbued with,\ndripping with, overflowing with… divinity….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThe\nfeminine priestess is a different creature than the manly prophet. \nShe is not a lone wolf, raising her voice in the wilderness. She is\nnot a strident preacher, warning of doom. She is only as powerful as\nher community. Alone she is nothing, and she knows it. The very\nconcept of an individual messiah makes no sense to her. When she\nhears the cries of the world, she reaches out and grasps the hands of\nher sisters, gathers up her children and asks the blessings of her\nelders, kisses her lover and turns the kettle to simmer, and rides\nstraight into the arms of the Mystery, where she will wait until it\nis clear what needs to be done. Then, together with her companions,\nshe will do it. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThere\nis a great need for mothering in the world right now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cWomen\nbuild community. Not as a mason fabricates a fireplace or a\ndeveloper plans a shopping mall to maximize consumerism. We create\ncommunity the way we create family or a symphony or a good\nmeal…without a lot of grandiosity or demand for accolades. We\nempower one another. We ask questions, and then we listen, and then\nwe respond. When I lead grief retreats or teach writing\nworkshops…which are largely populated by women…it takes about\nfive minutes before community begins to magically coalesce before my\neyes. Without my doing a thing, the people in the room gravitate\ntowards each other and take the risk to trust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cThe\nDivine Essence embodies the full range of feminine qualities, from\nmercy in response to wickedness to courage in the face of danger,\nfrom ‘homey friendliness’ to passion. God-the-Mother encourages us\nin states of paralyzing doubt, even as she challenges us to subvert\nentrenched systems of power and authority and cultivate a direct\nrelationship with the Holy in the temple (or the anchorage!) of our\nown soul…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\u201cWomen\nwork in groups, communities…Women soothe each other’s nervous\nsystems, make it safe to open our hearts, create a listening vessel\nfor our pain and a cheering squad for our accomplishments…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAt\nthis point, Petuna paused and stopped reading the papers before her<\/p>\n\n\n\n

…she\nlooked out at the community and said….\t<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Yes,\nthere are times when masculine applications of Will are\nrequired….Yes, we need men with their Will to come forward and help\nus now…Our new way of life is at stake… However…you must never\nforget…that we women are here at home waiting, hoping, crying,\ndespairing, holding hands in the common circle..forming an embrace\nfor life to return to normal…After the grief caused by the\npast…is gone….Love is here…Always!\u201d’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThere\nwas no applause when Petuna was done…only a marveling, astonished\nsilence….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tSam\nregained the podium for a few final remarks…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Corresponding\nto the Law of the Body and the Law of the Mind are the Theologies of\nLove and Will. Neither Theology can survive without the other. And\nboth can survive in their fullest Cosmic bloom only in the setting of\nthe primal band, tribe and nation. Only in these communities can\nprimal, all-embracing Love be expressed. Only in these communities\ncan the Will progress from the physical to the intellectual and on to\nCosmic levels of creativity. For this reason we must fight to\npreserve the precious benefits which we possess. These Cosmic laws\nhave been tested empirically and by means of the tests of biological\nscience have been proven to be true. That is why many tribes adhere\nto these same theologies. Therefore, as we live, we may have the\ncomfort that we are on the side of the Divine and Eternal Law, that\nwe are living in ways which are consistent with the power and energy\nof the universe, and that we have knowledge concerning how this power\nand energy may be tapped. For these reasons, I am certain that in\nany fight for our existence that our cause will prevail.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tWolf\npaused at this point to allow the content of what he had said to be\ndigested, then he continued: \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t“Our\nnation, Jupiter Nation, is now in an official state of alert. \nStarting tomorrow the military company in this tribe will meet daily\nfor drill and instruction. The latest sophisticated equipment will\nbe sent by mag tomorrow. Since we are near the end of the school\nyear, final reports will be due and examinations will be given the\nfirst part of the week with the school year terminating thereafter. \nThere is no need to curtail activities tonight, though. So, have\nfun. Hopefully this mess will be over very soon. Thank you.” \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\nchoir sang songs written by one of the band’s members. And then the\ntribe sang favorite songs for approximately an hour more. At six\no’clock, the community split up to participate in the numerous\nactivities that were scheduled. Omicron and Beta danced quietly the\nwhole evening in the company of Steve and Sylvia. Omicron kept\nthinking of Aura, of how she had sat with him at the piano… she\nfelt that he could come up with a new music theory. She had looked\nback with a smile and that perplexed look of interest. Maybe she\nreally liked him, although this may not have been fully acknowledged\nby her herself. He certainly would have invited her to Sage Brush\nMeadows if he had thought there was a chance she would have gone.\nSince she had left, he had felt empty and alone. He would like to\nwrite some music for her. Somehow she had been the reason for his\nsudden urge to visit the City, to finally take the bull by the horns\nand do something. Why he needed to visit the City, he was not\ncompletely sure. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAround\nmidnight, Omicron and Beta walked quietly back towards their\nclusters, when Beta stopped, took Omicron’s hands in hers and stood\nface to face. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘You\npromised you would sing a song,… no, write a song for me,’ she lied\nskillfully. ‘Now… you must keep your promise.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOmicron\nhesitated and was prepared to decline. He had no instrument, no\nideas in his head, and he had always been unsuccessful at improvising\nsongs spontaneously. However, somehow he felt the urge to sing, to\ncreate a song for her whose smile remained before him. He closed his\neyes and concentrated upon the face, and sang:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Oh\nLove, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tWith\nyou within my arms I feel strong \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tWith\nmight to quell the storm \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tWhich\naround us swirls. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThis\nworld in struggle \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tLongs\nfor peace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘My\nLove, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI’ll\nfight the top of every peak. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI’ll\nstrive to sun and back \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tTo\nkeep you in my arms \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘Til\nlast the fight is won \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAnd\nour new life begun \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAnd\nnever cease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t‘\nAcross the ‘spanse of universe \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\nlight of Love does fly \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAnd\nbeating back every curse \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAnd\ncaring not where or why. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tMy\nlove spans all time and space \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tUntil\nthe lost star is found \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tUnited\ne’re with my love faire \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tJoy\nforever without bound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t\n‘Oh Love, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\nwinds of Fate will blow our way \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tBut\nwith you forever I will stay \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\nLight of heaven bright above \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tIgnited\nby the Sun of Love \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tWhen\nyou are with me<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The\nnight \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tIs\nDay.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The song was imperfect in many ways. Much of it didn’t rhyme, although he was surprised when rhyme had sprung forth without effort toward the end. The music was the best he had ever written and there seemed to be an intimate relationship between the words and the melody. And it had all sprung forth so easily, without rational thought, without hours at the piano. <\/gwmw><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Omicron flushed with embarrassment when he noticed that Beta was staring at him. He fabricated a reason why he had to quickly return home. He lay on his bed for several hours as the strains of the song and the smile on the alabaster face with golden undertones wound themselves repeatedly… inexorably…through his mind.<\/gwmw><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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