Mystical Tarot Realms

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Two of Swords: The Moon in Libra
Blind
Can you still see me or only what's missing? Can you still see me or only my affliction?
Once we seemed to know each other in every possible light,
And sometimes I could look at you as though looking into a mirror,
Yet you were always a better version of myself.
You gave me kindness, compassion, selfless love,
And I was better with you than I was alone. I was greater with you than I was just by myself.
Now it seems like I'm hiding in plain sight.
I can be standing right in front of you, yet it seems like you don't really see me.
Can you see me, really see me, anymore?
If I tried to hide from you would you ever find me?
When I used to look at you I saw a better version of myself,
But now I look in our mirror and your eyes look right through me.
Am I in some crazy dream where you can never see me?
But now I feel like less than myself, less than half.
Once I was better with you than I was alone. I was greater with you than I was just by myself.
Can you still see me or only what's missing? Can you still see me or only my affliction?
Once I wore myself out trying to hide from you.
I dashed through meadows and splashed through clouds
To hide in caves and trees, but you always found me,
As if you knew me better than I knew myself.
Once I was better with you than I was alone. I was greater with you than I was just by myself,
Did I climb some tree that is too high for you? Did I find some cave that is just too dark for you?
Did I run away on a path that you just can't find?
I am right here, right here in front of you!
Entangled: Part Five
As Simon paced back and forth in Princess Ariadne's room, muttering to himself, the Princess tried to get his attention. She shouted at him and even tried to slap his face, but her hand passed right through him. Simon could not see her or hear her even though she stood right in front of him. At one point the princess managed to knock the golden cup onto the floor, and Simon knew she was still there, struggling like a ghost to get his attention.
The princess kept talking to Simon; occasionally he thought he heard her whisper. And Simon kept talking to her to reassure her that everything would be all right.
Katie experienced several hallucinations while in the hospital. At one point, she believed that she was in an ambulance parked in front of her house and that the doctors and nurses could knock on the door of her house whenever they needed to talk to her husband. At another time, she believed that she had been wheeled into the trunk of a large tree in Madera, where an East Indian family was taking care of her. Another time, she believed that she was in a ship that was stopping at different docks in San Francisco. She would always argue with the nurses, trying to convince them of her reality. She claimed over and over that she was not delusional. The mind can play tricks after a physical trauma.
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icu update
Last night Katie saw two demons in the icu,
about the size of children, but swears she
is not delusional. Nurse says 90 percent
of patients in icu become delirious due to lack
of rem sleep. Today Katie believes that the icu
is in a boat that is stopping at different docks
in san francisco. she keeps hearing seals
barking. the different machines in her room?
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You might be tempted to dismiss what I am about to describe to you as delusional. When I was forty-two, I started meditating to relieve stress, and I read a book that recommended a process of mental purification to achieve a deeper level of relaxation and optimal health. The book, the name of which I have forgotten, suggests visualizing each of the seven primary chakras as a turning margarita glass. The primary chakras follow a rainbow pattern of colors. Red is associated with the root chakra. The sacral chakra in the stomach region is orange. The solar plexus chakra is yellow. The heart center is green, the throat chakra is pale blue, the third eye chakra between the brows is violet, and the crown chakra is brilliant white. During this purification process you are supposed to visualize the impurities and mentally wipe them out with a damp, white cloth.
I was surprised that I could easily visualize the chakras with my third eye, or what is commonly known as the mind's eye. The root chakra is associated with being grounded in physical reality. When I gazed into my root chakra, I saw nothing but brown muck. I mentally wiped my turning margarita glass with my white cloth, but I couldn't get all of the muck out. Undaunted, I continued the next day until it appeared that the muck was gone. Then I moved to the sacral chakra, associated with sexuality, creativity, and emotions, and to my surprise I discovered a blue film coating the orange margarita. Again, it took me a long time to wipe out the blue film.
I discovered later that the chakras of complimentary colors regulate each other. My throat chakra was dampening the sacral chakra to repress my emotions, something most of us must do in this society. Feeling blue, anyone?
When I gazed with my mind's eye into the solar plexus chakra, associated with wisdom, the intellect, and personal power, I saw an extremely bright yellow, so bright that it seemed way out of balance. Growing up a male in this society I was often encouraged to be dominant and in control; I realized that shining such a bright yellow light was one way of subtly attempting to establish dominance. I wiped out the chakra to get it more into balance.
icu update
Her recovery borders on the miraculous. She
Has a spirit hard to equal. Go Fish though
a little too complicated at this point.
My heart chakra was totally black, which worried me because my father had died of a heart attack at the age of fifty-five. I have experienced more than my share of betrayal and lies and backstabbing, so I wasn't surprised to discover blackness in my heart. I spent hours wiping the blackness away, but it nevertheless returns occasionally because this society deluges us with negative energies, so I am still vigilant when it comes to my heart center.
Since I am artistically inclined, I spend a great deal of time expressing myself, so I wasn't surprised that my throat chakra was totally free of negative energies. My third eye chakra was another matter. I spent hours pulling black blindfolds that were tied together out of that chakra. The last blindfold was white. I soon unexpectedly began to have visions of spiritual symbols.
In order for you to understand why I pray to the Archangel Raphael, I need tell a story that you might remember from an earlier post. Long ago, people would tell stories around a fire, and sometimes a person would repeat a story but change or add some details in order for the audience to experience a larger context in order to have a deeper understanding of the underlying themes. I am going to be just like such an ancient storyteller now. With stories, we create our reality. The following story has shaped my reality for the past two decades.
One afternoon, while deep in the process of mentally cleansing my chakras, I had a vision of a gray, horizontal figure-eight above my head. I had no idea what it meant. Several days later I went shopping at a bookstore for a present and suddenly felt compelled to buy a pack of Tarot cards and a book about the Tarot for myself. As the cashier was ringing up the items, he confided that he had been thinking about "getting back into" the Tarot himself. Not knowing quite how to respond, I paused, then suddenly the word "synchronicity" popped out of my mouth. I confess that at the time I wasn't even sure what the word meant. The cashier smiled and handed me my purchase, and I then drove to another store on a different errand.
The Magician: Mercury
Before I got out of the car, I flipped through the book and stopped at a page with a striking photo of a man named Carl Jung. I read the text below and discovered that Carl Jung had coined the term "synchronicity" to suggest how events in the external world can significantly mirror the symbolic world of the subconscious mind, linking events by meaning as well as by causality. I then opened the pack of Tarot cards. The second card in the deck, known as "The Magician," reveals a man with a gray figure-eight, an infinity symbol, floating horizontally above his head. I flipped through the book to a description of "The Magician" and discovered that the infinity symbol, or lemniscate, symbolizes the knowledge of the infinitude within. I discovered later that the Tarot dovetails in every conceivable way with the Tree of Life, the mystical glyph containing the symbol system of the Qabalah.
It also became clear to me that the Tree of Life is an expanded version of the seven primary chakras, with three pillars that represent polarities within the chakra system. In simplified terms, the pillar on the right represents force, the one on the left represents form, and the middle pillar represents balance. So it was no coincidence that I began to have visions of symbols associated with the Tarot and the Tree of Life while I was cleansing my chakras.
I eventually understood a key concept of spiritual development: Different spiritual dimensions are associated with the primary chakras within the human aura; therefore, the stimulation and awakening of a chakra can be a life-altering event. Moreover, like the physical body, each chakra within the personal energy field needs to be stimulated and nourished by the corresponding spiritual energies of the Universal Energy Field. If you doubt me, examine the pantheons of the Gods and Goddesses or Archangels and Angels and Saints of the major religions: They are symbolic representations of basic (archetypal) spiritual energies that exist in both the Universal Mind and in the Tree of Life within the human aura. The personal energy field of the aura reflects the Universal Energy Field, which is how humans are made in God's image and why humans sometimes consider themselves gods.
Chakras, in other words, are links to other dimensions and need energies from those spiritual dimensions as much as the physical body needs food. That is why major religions throughout history feature pantheons of Angels or Gods; the religions personify the archetypal energies as idealized human beings to make the energies more understandable, but they are unseen subtle forces, not humans. By worshipping Universal Consciousness through devotion to Gods or Angels, an individual can connect with the archetypal spiritual energies of the Universal Energy Field, thereby sustaining and empowering the spiritual dimensions within the psyche.
Besides the mental purification practices, there was another reason that I could see archetypal symbols from the higher astral plane during meditation: I had experienced exultation many times in nature and through the arts, which resulted in an expansion of consciousness that ultimately opened a door to transpersonal spiritual dimensions--even though I was not religious. Because I was often miserable due to a chronic illness, I became an "exultation junkie." I lived for spiritual inebriation, which usually occurred either when I was relaxed and tuned to the vibrations of the natural world, when I was listening to music, or when my mind went into "hyper-focus" while painting or writing or composing music.
icu update
She is sitting up and eating soft foods. She can
stand with help. Can move her left side more. Still
telling jokes. I don't think she has complained
once--just wants to go home.
I envisioned a few symbols many times during meditation, the most persistent being the golden, equal-armed cross with indistinct angels at each end, the golden plate and chalice on the brilliant white tablecloth, and the golden crown. I finally realized that together the golden symbols represent the harmony, abundance, and magnificence of the human spirit. I discovered later that the golden, balanced cross with the angels at each end also symbolizes the basic structure of occult banishing and invoking rituals.
The Qabalist uses the basic structure of the balanced cross to perform rituals based on the four cardinal directions--east, south, west and north, respectively--to invoke Archangels who rule the Elements of the Wise: Archangel Raphael (Air), Archangel Michael (Fire), Archangel Gabriel (Water), and Archangel Uriel (Earth). These four elements represent subtle energies in the spiritual dimensions, not the elements in the periodic table. The banishing ritual, known as The Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram (LBRP) clears an area of negative energies and has effectively kept negative entities of all types away from my aura. The invoking ritual, known as The Supreme Invoking Ritual of the Pentagram (SIRP), has helped to heal my weakened etheric body with powerful spiritual energies.
After I realized that the balanced cross with indistinct angels at each end on one level symbolizes the basic structure of the banishing and invoking rituals, I started performing the rituals, purely for the sake of experiment. One day, even though I felt that I was performing the invoking ritual very awkwardly, I suddenly felt like I was being swarmed by innumerable points of light emanating from the Archangel Raphael. Then I found myself in a thought bubble of startling complexity. In my mind's eye, I saw mathematical symbols and equations floating all around me, which was odd, since I am not mathematically inclined, and I experienced a profound sense of eternity. In terms of intellectual and spiritual development, I felt like an amoeba in comparison to that astonishing spiritual consciousness. Ever since then I have prayed to the Archangel Raphael for healing whenever I am ill, and I tend to bounce back almost immediately.
icu update
Her recovery borders on the miraculous. No
longer on any meds! Might be transferred out
of icu tomorrow. Friends all over, people in
book clubs, churches, even the raider nation
praying for her!
Go, Katie!
That day after I invoked Archangel Raphael, I performed the invoking ritual again but neglected to perform the banishing ritual afterwards. At the time, I slept in the guest room because I snored, and my wife is a light sleeper. That night, just as I was falling asleep, something shook me so violently that I thought all my cells were going to fly apart. Shocked, I lay still a moment and then turned on the light. My dog was sleeping peacefully in the corner of the room, but no human being was there. The door was locked. Everyone else in the house was asleep. I turned off the light and stretched out again, and just as I was falling asleep again, something nudged my ribs four times, hard. Again, I turned on the light, but I did not see anyone else in the room. The next day as I was working alone in the guest room, which is also my studio, something made an odious noise right behind my head. No one else was in the house.
Oddly, I was not surprised or terrified by the paranormal activity. I performed the banishing ritual in the morning and the evening, and the entity stopped bothering me. However, the entity started targeting my wife and daughter. My wife started having nightmares during which she would stand up and swing her fists at the air and yell at some invisible foe. When she woke up, she had no memory of battling a subtle enemy. She did, however, remember dreaming about strange entities, such as a man in a long, black nightgown, and a figure that she described as a "log man," and a bird that flew under her door.
My daughter started hearing a man whimpering in her closet at night. Then one evening while she was sitting on her bed, she heard a voice say, "Don't turn around." When she turned, she could clearly see a figure that looked like black smoke standing at the foot of her bed. It suddenly leapt onto the ceiling and then jumped from wall to wall. Scared to death, she dashed out of her room. I performed the banishing ritual in every room of the house after that, and the activity subsided.
The rituals include the pentagram, or five-pointed star. Thanks to the media, people nowadays tend to be familiar only with the inverted pentagram used by satanic cults. Many people consequently believe that all pentagrams are evil, which could not be farther from the truth. Every spiritual symbol, like the cross or the pentagram, has the potential to be turned upside down, just as divine energies can be perverted by unbalanced individuals. The pentagram is actually a symbol representing the most harmonious force in the cosmos, the Christ-force, the five pointed star combining five elements, or levels of being, in absolute balance. Just as importantly, the pentagram can be used in ritual to bring energy harmoniously down the planes from spirit to matter.
The pentagram has several significant meanings. First of all, the pentagram is drawn in one continuous motion, suggesting its unity of form, but unlike the circle, which has no beginning or end, one can begin drawing the pentagram at any of its five points, each of which have various symbolic associations. The pentagram reveals the unity of Earth, Air, Water, and Fire, and the fifth element of Spirit, or Aether. This reflects the esoteric doctrine that four visible states have their root in a fifth, invisible state.
Like the circle, the pentagram establishes a boundary. In order to invoke any spiritual energy, a boundary must be established for the appropriate energy to manifest in a concentrated form. The pentagram is also used to banish unwanted energies so that desired energies can then be invoked in a purer state. As a five-pointed figure, the pentagram stems from the Emanation (Sephira), or state of being, represented as the fifth sphere on the Tree of Life known as Geburah (meaning "power" or "severity"). Geburah restricts and controls energy on different levels of being the way that a combustion engine controls force so that the engine will run and the vehicle will operate. In other words, the severity of Geburah restricts force in a harmonious and productive manner.
So it is appropriate that the pentagram is a figure representing the most harmonious force in the cosmos, the Christ-force. This is so because the elements and the letters of a familiar name of God, also known as the Tetragrammaton, are positioned on the points of the star to reflect this symbolic meaning. The Tetragrammaton contains the Hebrew letters Yod Heh Vau Heh, which spells Yahweh, or Jehovah. Reflecting how manifestation occurs down through the planes of force and form, Yod represents the element of Fire, Heh represents Water, Vau Air, and final Heh Earth. Each of these elements is associated with a suit in the Tarot, Fire with Wands, Water with Cups, Air with Swords, and Earth with Pentacles. To continue the association chain, in simple terms Fire represents the spiritual will, Water the archetypal plane, Air the astral plane (sometimes referred to as the plane of emotion), and Earth the physical plane. If you add the Hebrew letter Shin, which represents the Aether at the top point of the star, you form a new word, "Yehoshua," or "Yeshua," the name of Christ.
The banishing ritual clears a space of all negative energies, leaving the Christ-force within the circle. Over the following weeks and months that I performed the ritual, I eventually realized that during the banishing ritual my ego slipped away and I experienced myself as a point of harmony and light. Eventually during the ritual, I began to see myself as a brilliant sun. My ego disappeared, as well as all thoughts about who I am or who I should be. I realize now that this state can be extremely unbalancing for anyone who relies on the id or the ego for a sense of identity, so I do not recommend that everyone try it. However, it is a simple but effective way that over time enables the soul to experience the Christ-force--if the ritual is performed effectively.
I, of course, could argue till I am blue in the face with skeptics about the authenticity of my spiritual visions and experiences. I continue to believe, however, that it was more than mere coincidence that during meditation I envisioned archetypal symbols associated with an ancient spiritual tradition that I had not encountered before--after I had cleansed my primary chakras--symbols that form the basis of the complex mystical system known as the Tree of Life. Before then, I was an agnostic who had no knowledge whatsoever of the existence of this ancient tradition. After a spiritual vision, I often had to do research to figure out its meaning. In a few months, my materialistic point of view vanished, transforming me from an agnostic to a spiritual seeker. Based on my experiences, I soon realized that we are surrounded by the energy of different dimensions that exist outside the range of our physical senses. All energy is vibration, and we cause vibrations in the collective unconscious and in the Universal Mind with our thoughts and feelings. I discovered that human beings through ritual and meditation and prayer can cause vibrations in the subtle dimensions, and we can also receive blessings and aid and comfort from awesome spiritual beings. I did not totally recognize the power of prayer and meditation and ritual, however, until Katie made her miraculous recovery. I finally realized then that even from the beginning of our spiritual practices, we connect with the dimensions of Universal Consciousness.
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All stories, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.


Four of Cups: The Moon in Cancer
You Can Trust Me
I can see a golden crown on your head.
I can see a golden, equal-armed cross in your heart,
So why even try to hide them?
I know they will always be there.
But we have both been hurt a few times before.
It's so hard now to trust anyone else.
But you, you, you can trust me. You can trust me. (X2)
I can see golden cups and plates
On a brilliant white tablecloth.
They are there now for you and me.
Now is the time to share.
But we have both been hurt a few times before.
It's so hard now to trust anyone else.
But you, you, you can trust me. You can trust me. (X3)
Entangled: Part Six
Simon hoped that Princess Ariadne could hear him, so he told her about the queen's evil spell. Simon assured the Princess that he would never leave her and that he would do everything in his power to break the spell. Over the years, before their relationship truly blossomed into love, both Simon and the Princess had experienced relationships that hadn't worked out, but they had always returned to each other. Simon also told the Princess that he believed that the golden symbols represent the harmony, abundance, and magnificence of her spirit. Eventually Simon realized that the golden symbols reveal qualities within each of us that the queen could never destroy, no matter how powerful the spell.
Ithuriel's Spears, Fiesta Flowers, Fiddleneck
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While I sat next to Katie's bed, I grew more and more worn out. The more exhausted I became, the harder it was to imagine the golden symbols in Katie's aura. I was having trouble sleeping, and I had great difficulty finding a sustainable diet. The more worn out I became, the more I was plagued by the feeling that death is an unpardonable evil, the physical world an abomination.
Fortunately I didn't spiral down into an intractable despair. Numerous excursions into nature and moments of spiritual inebriation from meditation and ritual over the years have provided an expansion of consciousness that has never entirely retracted. My spiritual practices, which includes following my bliss as an artist, enabled me to develop the ability to shift into modes of consciousness that sustained me throughout the ordeal.
For instance, I have often dwelt in the tranquility of the World Soul in the San Joaquin River Gorge, a public park that powerful interests recently tried to bury under water with a dam at Temperance Flat. Once, while lounging on a pounding stone in the river bottom and pondering this society's lack of stewardship, I understood why the looming destruction of the planet is essentially a spiritual problem.
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Pink Fairy Lanterns and Fiesta Flowers
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The concept of the "anima mundi," is, unfortunately, unfamiliar to many. Translated as "world soul," the anima mundi has been described as an intrinsic connection between all living things on the planet. According to Plato, "This world is indeed a living being endowed with a soul and intelligence ... a single visible living entity containing all other living entities, which by their nature are all related."
The experience of the World Soul often begins as a feeling of peace that grows more profound as you immerse yourself in the frequencies of nature. The longer you are in nature, in other words, the more you naturally tune your brainwaves to the frequency of the Earth. The Schumann Resonance (known as the "heart beat" of Mother Earth) is on the average 7.83 Hertz (2). Brain wave frequencies tend to merge into one another, but four identified types of human brain waves occur roughly at the following vibrations per second (HZ):
Delta: .5 to 3 HZ
Theta: 4 to 7 HZ
Alpha: 8 to 12 HZ
Beta: 13 to 30 HZ
Synchronized electrical pulses from neurons communicating with each other produce brainwaves. Beta rhythm (also known as beta waves) refers to the frequency range of human brain activity between 13 and 30 HZ and represents an intense state of alertness, concentration, logical thinking, and memory. Since beta mode is the required mental state of the workplace, it is generally valued as the most productive state of modern human consciousness in terms of survival and success. Other brain wave rhythms, alpha, theta, and delta, associated with imagination, spiritual connection, and intuition, are accessed through deep relaxation, meditation, daydreaming and immersion in the natural world.
Purple Chinese Houses
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Previously dismissed as 'spare brain noise,' researchers have also examined a fifth brainwave that is highly active in states of universal love, altruism, and higher-level functioning. Gamma brainwaves (30 to 42 HZ) are the fastest of brain waves, occurring at a high frequency, and they relate to simultaneous processing of information from different brain areas. In order to access these most subtle of brainwave frequencies, the mind needs to be quiet. The presence of Gamma is associated with expanded consciousness and spiritual emergence. Gamma, however, is above the frequency of neuronal firing, so how it is generated currently remains a mystery.
An individual during meditation can intentionally move beyond the beta rhythms of the surface mind to alpha, theta, delta and gamma brain wave frequencies. Alpha brain waves (generally considered 8 to 12 cycles per second), produced when a person is resting, meditating, or reflecting, indicate a state of relaxed alertness, good for stimulating imagination and experiencing powerful ideas. Theta brain waves (generally considered 4 to 7 cycles per second), usually associated with the dream state, are produced also when a person is daydreaming, experiencing a flow of ideas, or performing a repetitive task. Theta brain waves are also associated with profound inner peace, mystical knowledge, symbolic visions, transformation of unconsciously held limiting beliefs, physical and emotional healing, inner wisdom, and psychic abilities. Delta brain waves (generally considered 0.5 to 3 cycles per second), are produced usually during dreamless sleep, and during meditation can also include deep access to subconscious material and a sense of oneness and pure being.
The "heart beat" of Mother Earth, at 7.83 HZ, is on the border between Theta and Alpha brain waves. In other words, The Earth Soul, Mother Nature herself, as well as meditation, can induce a brain wave frequency where one experiences tranquility, intuition, visions, and wise inner voices. I have found this to be the case many times in meditation and during my excursions into nature. In fact, with regular meditation and immersion in the natural world, I have discovered that the subtle, psychic senses can open in a way that a mind stuck in surface consciousness and dominated by the media would find extremely difficult to believe.
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All stories, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.




Two of Pentacles: Jupiter in Capricorn
The Music of the Source
Will someone please come dance with me to the music of the Source?
For I am one with spirit, heart and soul,
And I am one with the music of the Source.
Will you please come dance with me to the music of the Source?
For you are one with spirit, heart and soul, And you are one with the music of the Source.
Will you please come dance with me to the music of the Source?
We love to dance, round and round, to the music of the Source.
For we are one with spirit, heart and soul,
And we are one with the music of the Source.
Entangled: Part Seven
One evening, Simon imagined the Princess dancing with him. He imagined her joking and laughing, completely herself once again. He stood up and waltzed around the room, and, unbeknownst to Simon, the princess joined him. He couldn't see her or feel her, but he just kept dancing, and he imagined so clearly that she was dancing with him that for a moment he believed that he had planted a thought within the Universal Mind of her wholeness and happiness, but when the dance ended, the thought seemed like only an illusion.
As I stood by Katie's bed one evening, I imagined dancing with her, both of us in perfect health, both of us happy and smiling. I couldn't dance, of course, because the room was small, filled with a large hospital bed and machines, but I felt her soul was with me for a few moments, and we were both happy and whole again as we waltzed around the room. Then a nurse tapped me on the shoulder and asked me to step out so that she could change Katie's diaper.
Cattle Chute near The Kings River
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I changed Katie's diapers numerous times when she was an infant. I was a member of a generation of liberated men who actually shared child-rearing responsibilities even though many men still derided that unconventional role as unmanly. I discovered that even women in a relationship with a man who shared equal household responsibilities would sometimes eventually criticize the male for not being more successful financially.
I would like to believe that if I were in the hospital with a life-threatening illness, my father, despite his manly responsibilities, would also have spent every day for a couple of months by my hospital bed. I'm not really sure, however, because my father always seemed to be at work, except when we went camping, usually at the Kirch Flat Campground along the Kings River. I have to admit that until the recent health, economic, and political crises, my father's core attitudes and beliefs remained inexplicable to me.
A cattle chute always for some reason catches my attention as I zoom by it on my way to the the Kings River, perhaps because it resembles a doorway to some ruin or a portal to a fantastic realm. I might have witnessed its last use many years ago on a trip to the Kirch Flat Campground when I was eleven or twelve--now, if it is a doorway, it is only a doorway to a few nearly forgotten childhood memories. Even many years ago the chute looked like it would collapse if a cow weighed a little too much or stomped on it a little too hard.
Last weekend, I finally stopped the car by the side of the road and ambled over to see if it would fall over if I mercifully gave it a little push. Even though the posts are slanting and slowly rotting, and humus and moss have gathered on top of the ramp, I was surprised to find that the chute didn't wobble at all when I tried to shake it. The chute, which no doubt was built decades before I was born, would, in all likelihood, outlast me even though it long ago outlasted its own purpose.
For me, the chute weirdly hints at freedom. It resembles a door frame without a door with a ramp that leads away from the road into the natural world where nothing has ever been expected of me, where I can remember a time when I sometimes felt free of the expectations of others. The ramp provides a way into a world where I don't have to fit in, where I am forever free of shame and doubt, a route to freedom from all but my most basic needs.
I could fashion a story about how the cattle chute is a mysterious portal to some fantastic realm, I suppose, but I would have to ignore that it was used in the process of rounding up cattle for slaughter. Somewhere in the back of my mind, the chute reminds me of the nightmares I had as a child of dying in a jungle during some inscrutable global conflict. Like my father and his brothers, I was no doubt meant to fight in some distant war, but for some reason, American wars in distant lands remained "covert" and there was no draft when my turn came to serve, so unlike the cattle and my father's generation and the Baby Boom Generation, I avoided the slaughter.
I was not fully conscious as a child, while my brother and I were scrambling up and down the hills near the river, that our parents had expectations of us. Their expectations of us remained nebulous, but as I grew older, I realized that they imagined us succeeding in some significant way. In truth, I don't think my father wanted anything spectacular from us, but he showed by example that he at least hoped that both of us would be upwardly mobile, by hook or by crook, getting a better job and moving into a better house every few years. More and more as I grew older, I felt that my mother tacitly demanded something spectacular of us, such as making piles of money, dying heroically for our country, or demonstrating some kind of remarkable genius. By the time I became a teenager, I knew that I would need to make Herculean efforts and huge sacrifices to succeed gloriously in some noteworthy way. I knew even then that I would never be able to live up to her expectations because of my chronic illness, which she never acknowledged.
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Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs
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In terms of Maslow's hierarchy of needs, my father focused on needs one and two and indulged in three whenever possible. After growing up during the Great Depression and fighting in the great war and struggling for years to make a living, my father knew that satisfying physiological and safety needs was about all you can realistically ask of a person. A person who satisfies needs one and two might be lucky enough to satisfy need number three now and then. He did his best in his own way to teach me this lesson, and though I never agreed with him at all, I don't blame him for his efforts.
Of course, my parents were messed up by their parents, and certainly in a capitalistic society with a chronically weak social safety net, not fitting in can end up as a serious misfortune.
My inability to fit in has given me a unique perspective. I am not claiming to be an expert or even totally right. (At this point I believe that any insistence on being totally right is dangerous.)
As my father knew, and as most of us soon realize, people are motivated to a large extent by the fear that they will not be able to satisfy basic physiological and safety needs. In order to fit in, we need to think and act like those in power. This applies as much to a young cowboy who must learn to round up cattle and take them to the slaughterhouse, a guard at a concentration camp, a politician, a corporate manager, or even a teacher. The kind of groupthink orthodoxy that my father had to accept during his lifetime in order to survive and succeed, which he tried to pass on to me by example and through impromptu lectures, went something like this:
* White men are superior to men and women of color.
* White men are superior to white women.
* Gay white men are an abomination and vastly inferior to all heterosexual white men, even the most venal.
* White men with power, property and money are superior to anyone without power, property and money.
* A white man has a chance to succeed in a capitalistic society. Anyone who doesn't believe in capitalism is a threat to society and white people in general.
* A white man can succeed in a Christian society. Anyone who doesn't believe in Christianity is potentially a threat to a system of white privilege blessed by God.
* Hippies, artists, psychics, and philosophers are wacko, and are as abhorrent as anyone else who questions the supremacy of capitalism, Christianity and white men with property.
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My father, to teach me and my brother these rules, some of which echo beliefs enshrined in the US constitution, lectured us on several occasions. According to my father, blacks and Native Americans are not fully human; they are instead "mud people." Communists, socialists, and anarchists are always trying to destroy the American way of life and have to be fought and defeated on every front. Women should stay home and take care of children and never get involved in politics. People who cannot make a decent living are weak or lazy, even if they experience a debilitating physical illness or handicap.
I developed a love for art at an early age. At age twelve, I started painting pictures with acrylics and watercolors. One time, when I was sixteen, my father brought out several of my paintings to show the neighbors. Several of the paintings were nudes and the rest were surreal. All the neighbors had a good laugh. When he was done, my father gave me the dirtiest look I've ever experienced, before or since. In retrospect, I understand that he was only trying to help me fit in so that I would succeed in satisfying needs one, two, and possibly even three. As the world becomes more dangerous, I am beginning to understand why he adopted such abhorrent beliefs, and I don't condemn him now because I have seen the same behavior over and over in all sorts of groups, on the left and the right.
After working as a supply sergeant during World War Two, my father supported the family as a used car salesman, a foreman at a chemical plant, and finally as an investigator for the ATF. My father succeeded by finding his niche, by following the unwritten rules of his group. Even though he was only a high school graduate, he climbed the ladder of success until he was able to buy a good car and a house in the suburbs and provide a comfortable life for himself and his wife and two children. Since I now know how soul-numbing it can be to succeed in this society, I respect his success and determination. Unfortunately, I hardly ever saw him as I was growing up. He died at age fifty-five from a heart attack, about a month after I turned seventeen. I still feel robbed that he died at such a young age.
Many social movements have become popular during the course of my lifetime, and I have discovered that groupthink is pretty much the same whether a person is a Democrat, a Republican, a Green, a feminist, a capitalist, a socialist, a communist, an anarchist, a neo-Nazi, a white supremacist, a Christian, a Muslim, a Druid, or a Religious Scientist. In order to succeed in a group, you must accept the core beliefs. If you question the beliefs or the practices or tell an unwelcome truth about a revered leader of the group, you are a potential threat, whether or not the others in the group complain about you to your face or in public. In general, kissing up to those with power and kicking down those who compete with you for status is the name of the game.
The inability to fit in affects whether or not you are able to satisfy basic needs. My father, no matter how you feel about his beliefs, was trying to help me by revealing the unwritten rules so that I would be able to compete with others and succeed in what he repeatedly called a "dog-eat-dog world."
But the possibility of not fitting in can make a person do horrible things on behalf of a group or a society, such as killing people for their religious beliefs, their political associations, their culture, their skin color--or any number of other reasons. A need to succeed or simply fit in can make a person tell the vilest lies about you or secretly target you for characteristics you possess or don't possess.
If I were to write a story about the cattle chute, I would make it a doorway to a world without fear--especially the fear of not fitting in. It would be a door to the natural world, where all types of energies are divinely connected and one thing is not worse or better than any other--and where I sometimes know the underlying unity of all consciousness and feel a peace beyond understanding--no matter the circumstances.
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All stories, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.



The Chariot: Cancer
Hidden Eyes
Suddenly I can see your hidden eyes
that now see me. Kings have never
marveled at your golden crown.
Priests have never beheld the glittering diamond
above your head. Architects could never
draw your ladder to the eternal.
Painters could never capture the rainbow flowers
of your aura or the soft pink or your heart.
Astronomers have never witnessed your brilliant sun.
Clerks have never sold your golden cups
and plates or your pure white tablecloths.
Doctors have never examined your golden caduceus.
Nuns have never noticed your golden, equal-armed cross.
But suddenly I can see your hidden eyes
that now see me....
Entangled: Part Eight
After awhile, Simon would often rest his eyes. He wasn't really napping, just clearing his mind, dropping into the void--as if that might bring him closer to the Princess. While meditating, Simon began to envision spiritual symbols, and once he thought he saw the rainbow colors of her aura. He had envisioned other symbols before while resting: a brilliant sun, a diamond in the lotus, a golden caduceus. When he remembered that the caduceus represented optimum health, he realized that the symbols might be bridges to healing spiritual energies, so he clearly envisioned the symbols in her energy field with as much compassion and love as he could muster while he said a prayer for her.
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Ground Lupine and Fiesta Flowers
I have experienced visions of spiritual symbols such as those mentioned in the song, "Hidden Eyes." Sitting by Katie's hospital bed, I brought healing energies through the symbols into Katie's energy field, and I felt then with great certainty that spiritual energies were healing her.
As I sat for weeks next to Katie's hospital bed, I had plenty of time to mull over social and political conditions. And I thought of my father, who died of heart disease after smoking over a pack a day for twenty-five years. As Katie was fighting to survive, I realized that we live in a culture of death--death from cigarettes and alcohol, from air and water pollution, from legal and illegal drugs, from guns, from causes related to poverty, from unsafe cars and other commercial products, from unsafe work places, from hate crimes, from toxins in the food supply--and more often now, death from climate disruption. The greedy capitalists who are amassing wealth while causing this death rarely suffer any consequences, mainly because they have bought off the politicians. We live in a culture of perpetual war and death; the war machine has its tentacles in just about every community in the country. The United States of America is a major global manufacturer of weapons of war, some of which are weapons of mass destruction that could end up destroying the entire planet.
As my daughter was fighting to remain alive, I would whisper a prayer for her:
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Beloved Almighty God, please bless and heal my daughter and all who are suffering.
Beloved Archangel Raphael, bless and heal the greedy who are part of this system of exploitation and death: the super-rich, the masters of war, the financial and economic predators, the corrupt politicians, and all the others who are complicit in destroying this planet and the lives of so many men, women, and children.
Beloved Archangel Michael, bless and cleanse and heal the destroyers and despoilers with divine, holy Fire.
Beloved Archangel Gabriel, bless and cleanse and heal the despoilers and exploiters with divine, holy Water.
Beloved Archangel Auriel, with thy divine love and light and harmony, bless and cleanse and heal those who harm us.
Beloved Almighty God and great Archangels, bless our beloved Mother Earth with divine love and harmony and light and wholeness and peace and abundance and grace.
Beloved powers of harmony, help us to remain in balance with this incredible Earth: the elemental energies in balance within us, the energies of the Tree of Life in balance within us, our personal energy fields in harmony with Universal Consciousness.
For this we are so grateful, beloved Almighty God. For thine is the Kingdom, the Power, and the Glory. Thy will be done now and forever. Amen.
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All stories, illustrations, and music Copyright © 2024 by Jim Robbins.
