🌙 The Tale of The White-Bear Prince

(inspired by ATU 425A: Animal (Monster) as Bridegroom — e.g., East of the Sun and West of the Moon)

Once upon a time, in a humble village nestled under northern stars, lived a young woman named Inga. She was kind and good-hearted, but she carried a secret sorrow: she felt that who she was on the inside was somehow hidden from the outer world. She felt unseen and small, as though her inner self and the outer world were strangers to each other.

One evening, a great white bear appeared at her father’s door. The bear spoke with a voice like distant thunder, offering riches in exchange for Inga’s hand. Though fearful, Inga agreed, believing that perhaps something as yet unforeseen might come of it. The bear carried her away to a magnificent castle that rose above the clouds, where golden halls gleamed under frozen skies. Every day, Inga tended small chores in the castle — she fed the hearth fire, and spoke kindly to the silent rooms. At night, a human voice would whisper to her, gentle and warm, but Inga never saw its face. Each dawn, a bear’s roar called out..

One night, driven by longing to see the face behind the voice, Inga lit a candle even though she had been warned never to do so. In the flicker, she caught sight of a prince beneath the bear’s fur — a prince cursed by some ancient enchantment. At that moment, his trust and pride dimmed, and the castle’s brilliance seemed to shudder and fade. The prince was suddenly gone, farther than the eye could see, to a distant realm “beyond east of the sun and west of the moon,” where his outer form was locked in stillness.

Inga set out to find him. She crossed dark forests and craggy mountains. Along the way she met three wise women. Each gave her a golden gift — an apple, a comb, a spindle.

At last she reached the realm where the prince waited. In the hush before dawn, she polished the apple, combed the bear-man’s tangled hair, and drew threads of hope from the spinning wheel… and by her steady, inward resolve, the enchantment was broken and the prince then stood fully human before her.

At that moment, the world around them reorganized itself: winds sang, frost became gentle dew, and what once was distant and fragmented drew into unity. Inga understood that the seeming outer realm — castle walls, enchanted paths, distant horizons — had always been shaped by her inner perceptions, whether of fear and limitation or of courage, patience, and vision. And the prince, once seen as some mere part of her, can be acknowledged both as an autonomous other and as mirror of her own evolving soul. They return home and wherever they walked together thereafter, the valley bloomed into life.


This variant of the myth of Cupid and Psyche is very different, or apparently so, from the Greek version as told by Apuleius. Inga is helped by the three crones wheres in the Greek version Venus sets a series of incredibly difficult and even impossible tasks which seem so punitive that there’s a whisper about whether its all a matter of jealousy. ..

M.L.von Franz observed that these tasks were in fact more detailed amplifications of the golden apple, sacred comb, magical spindle, in so far as the now more differentiated symbols which give us clues about the dangers and ways forward in relationship with ‘the Other’. The tasks also seem progressive, as though they were stages of development towards conscious reunion with Cupid.

At first glance Venus seems vengeful. It is her impossible demand that Psyche sort out a pile of mixed seeds. Of course, she couldn’t do it and Psyche wept bitterly…. whereupon a great army of ants suddenly arrived and sorted it all out for her.

Next, Venus ramps up her seeming fury by sending Psyche to gather the golden hair of wild and savage solar boars in the forest which will surely tear her to pieces. In despair she is ready to throw herself into a nearby stream when a reed spontaneously begins to speak, telling Psyche exactly what she needs to know. She must wait till the cool of evening when the boars are calm and then gather only the golden hair from thorns and branches.

Next she has to fetch waters from the source of the Styx, river of Death, flowing from a towering rock face guarded by snakes. Again, she is faced with the limits of herself, though Jupiter suddenly appears as an eagle and helps her scoop some up.

The fourth task is even more perilous, she must descend to the underworld and ask Prosperina, Queen of the Dead, for some of her beauty. Psyche again despairs, there is no return from the `Underworld. She climbs a tower, prepared to throw herself down when the tower speaks, ‘Stop. There is a way to go about it.’ The Tower instructs her, ‘speak to no-one, take coins in your mouth for the ferryman and spiced cakes for the watch-dog of the Underworld, Cerberus. Only then may you make safe passage.’

Each one of the tasks are initiatory, giving Psyche the opportunity to have successive learning experiences which develop her sufficiently to be able to meet Cupid again. Venus is not simply a villain. She is an agent of transformation. On the surface, Venus appears purely destructive. It’s as if she only wants to break Psyche. But the voice from the reed reveals something deeper.

The tasks are not arbitrary cruel. They are structured challenges which compel Psyche into alignment with deeper reality by facing her limitations, as well as her dependence on and gratitude for loving help received. Nature herself supports Psyche’s development—once she listens. Venus is a psychopomp, both the humbling force and the guiding helper which supports and directs Psyche’s journey.

These sequences follow the famous maxim of Uber-alchemist Maria Prophetissa (c. 100–200 CE), “Out of the One comes Two, out of the Two comes Three, and from the Third comes the One as the Fourth.” This odd quote describes, in as condensed a way as possible, a process of differentiation and reintegration.

The One divides into Two. This is the emergence of polarity, light/dark, spirit/matter, conscious/unconscious, male/female. The original unity becomes duality. From Oroboric self encapsulation there is now I and Thou. It’s like the Big Bang of Consciousness, suddenly there is ‘between’. Presiding over this is the Third, Venus, the Three old Crones, who gift the kind of life lessons necessary to develop a sufficiently propitious attitude to bring about the fourth, a conscious relationship between ego and self in which the former is neither inflated nor washed away by the latter.

Maria Prophetissa’s formula describes the basic pattern of transformation:

  • unity
  • division
  • interaction
  • reintegration

This pattern appears everywhere in alchemy, myth, psychology, and cosmology.

The first stage is a transition away from having the world simply Ready-at-hand (Heidegger’s zuhanden) where objects and people are barely distinguishable from our use of them as mere tools seamlessly integrated into action and experienced as invisible, functional equipment in the background of our engagement with the world which now exists in its own right. Psyche intrudes upon Cupid because she is still in some considerable degree of unconscious identity with the Other and like a careless lover, takes him for granted, disregarding his sovereign dignity, treating him as an object of her intellectual curiosity. His response is to disappear across the event horizon, back into the undifferentiated, unknowable.

Reparation requires the skilful intervention of Venus as the Principle of Relatedness as well as the co-operation of Psyche who gradually learns how to take advice, the value of respect and that she is worth helping.

The four tasks of Psyche correspond not only to cosmological layers, but to the four historical modes of consciousness through which humans have perceived the universe. Each task reflects a different quality of relationship between observer and reality.

This is the gradual separation and reintegration of psyche and cosmos. In intellectual history, it is the evolution from participation mystique to quantum relationality.

Let’s describe them carefully…

First Task: Sorting the Seeds. This mode of consciousness is Animistic and is characterised by unconscious identity with Nature.

At this stage, Psyche is still embedded in the world. She does not stand apart from it. This corresponds to what anthropologist Lucien Lévy-Bruhl called participation mystique — a state where subject and object are not clearly distinguished. Margret Mead emphasized that in animistic thinking, the line between humans, animals, plants, and natural phenomena is fluid, undifferentiated.

In animistic cosmology rocks, animals, plants, and humans share consciousness. Intelligence exists everywhere. Everything is meant. There is no detached observer. To this massa confusa must come some order. The ants represent this distributed, separating, intelligence which begins to differentiate self from other.

Second Task: Gathering the Golden Wool

This mode of consciousness is represented by Pre-Copernican cosmology. Here Psyche encounters the solar sheep — embodiments of divine cosmic power. She cannot confront them directly. She must wait patiently and gather what they leave behind. This corresponds to the medieval and ancient cosmology where the cosmos is hierarchical, celestial bodies are divine and dangerous, humans must approach indirectly through symbol and ritual.

In this geocentric system, Claudius Ptolemy established that Earth is the center, the heavens are perfect and divine and that humans are subordinate to cosmic order. Knowledge comes through revelation, not direct intervention. As yet there is no Jacob’s ladder. Humans do not yet evoke cosmic forces. They only receive them.

Third Task: Fetching Water from the Styx

This mode of consciousness is the Galilean/Scientific Revolution. Now Psyche must obtain water from a precise, inaccessible cosmic source. She cannot do it herself. The eagle of Zeus retrieves it. This marks the emergence of a new principle, Reality operates according to universal, abstract laws. This corresponds to the breakthrough of Galileo Galilei and later Isaac Newton. Nature becomes lawful, measurable, objective. The universe becomes governed by consistent laws whilst renouncing being at the center. The observer stands outside and studies the system. This is the birth of objective science.

Fourth Task: Descent into the Underworld

This mode of consciousness is commensurate with Quantum physics. This is the decisive transformation. Psyche must enter the underworld herself. She becomes both observer and participant. In quantum theory, as developed by Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg, the observer affects the observed, the act of observation changes reality. Reality includes the observer intrinsically. Space and time are dynamic. This returns Psyche to conscious participation. Not unconscious animism, but conscious relationality.

The progression forms a complete cycle:

  1. Unity (unconscious identity)
  2. Separation (hierarchical cosmos)
  3. Detachment (objective science)
  4. Reintegration (conscious participation)

Quantum physics reveals something ancient myths already knew symbolically. The observer cannot be removed from reality. Psyche must enter the underworld herself. She cannot remain outside. The soul must participate in the structure of the cosmos. The inner and outer are no longer separate domains. They are reflections of the same underlying reality. At-one-ment.

I’ve often wondered about a line in the apocryphal book of Thomas, amongst the many others emphasising that the kingdom is both within and without. It is the bit where Jesus takes Thomas aside… ‘and spoke three words’. When Thomas returned, the others asked him what was said. Thomas replied, “If I tell you, you will pick up stones to throw at me, and fire will come from the stones and consume you.”

I wonder what those three words were… Then I imagine a lively group gathered around a crackling desert fire discussing interesting stuff. Two of the group peel off and step beyond the circle of the fire momentarily for a leak, gazing now up at the night sky. The Milky Way arcs across the Deep. Vast and still. The one turns and whispers to the other, ‘thou art that.’


The full progression.

TaskPsyche’s actionCosmological modelRelationship between observer and universe
Sorting seedsPassive, ants helpAnimisticObserver identical with nature
Golden woolIndirect approachPre-CopernicanObserver subordinate to cosmos
Styx waterEagle retrievesGalilean / NewtonianObserver detached from cosmos
Underworld descentPsyche herself descendsQuantum physicsObserver participates in reality

The Crocodile’s Jaws.

As part of Empire’s ‘special forces’ in Africa I was once caught up in a covert operation to murder a group of dissident fighters who’d defected to our side. They’d been given a clean uniform, a shiny semi-automatic G3 and a square meal… without really thinking any of it through… They must have wondered at their sudden good fortune, all freshly laundered and all.

Most were taking the opportunity to exact tribal revenges or personal vendettas. The problem was that they also had a check list of grievances which had become diplomatically, ahem, ’embarrassing’.

We were eight gunners in the belly of a Crocodile, 16 tons of armored personnel carrier, roaring to its rendezvous with death. En route, the mission is unveiled. Gooks. Lure them out. Kill them.

During the rest of the journey I sat in shock, trying to think through what I had just been ordered to do, and as more of an invitation to a party than a command..

…you are in the grip of Evil….

They are defectors, untrustworthy, here today and gone tomorrow, taking pot shots at you along the way with your own weapons..

…you are in the grip of Evil….

They’ll turn against you one day. You can’t trust them! Strike now while they are unprepared and easily beguiled by treachery….

I mean strategy…

…you are in the grip of Evil….

The innocents were teased from the bush with bully beef and cigarettes. When the trap was sprung I remained bolted to my seat, immobilized from within. A woodlouse in the debris at the bottom of the vehicle was trying to negotiate my bootlace. Would it go over or under? Which way forward? What would he do?

When the firing  stopped, the officer glared at me furiously. Refusing an order could have fetched me an eon in the Dog Box but he said nothing.

And so I started to chew. If I can refuse an order and get away with it something other than the ordinary rules of war are at play. Moreover, if allies can be killed today for the inconvenience they might pose tomorrow then what about one another? What about the guy sitting next to you?

And what might motivate such hideous cupidity? The answer was in the momentary anguished screams of the dying, which is what the Crocodile ultimately fed upon, the beseeching howl of betrayal confirming them as sacrifices to the Dark Face of God.

What any of us were fighting for had nothing to do with freedom or any political ideals. The scenario I had just witnessed was the real covert endgame. It seems like gratuitous carnage or ‘collateral damage’, until you consider the awful possibility that when strategy assumes the shape of rite and sacrifice we weren’t just soldiers anymore, we were priests at the devouring altar of Mammon, disavowed dark face of Yahweh. His PR makeover into New Testament Shepherd could be swung at a pinch but He has to be fed with offerings of Humanity to do it, culminating in the current  famines in Yemen and Somalia which are engineered not just by economic policies of greed or the propping up of corrupt regimes for gain…

..but to feed the maw of gods we will not name.

War proliferation and economic infrastructure dependent upon perpetual conflict is the tip of the iceberg. It’s about way more than money and greed. Its about the quasi-religious experience of being sunk into the Collective,

of being Quanteam,

and acting out the denied underbelly of Yahweh.

The gods have become diseases; Zeus no longer rules Olympus but rather the solar plexus, and disorders the brains of politicians and journalists who unwittingly let loose psychic epidemics on the world.” CG Jung

With the prospect of nuclear war greater than it has been for decades we would do well to remind ourselves, not just of the dangers of escalation but of nuclear weapons specific purpose, civilian deaths,  game changing technology for gloves off diplomacy. Its the innocent people we’re ultimately after. You don’t nuke a city because you don’t like the mayor. Nor even because you are pissed at its citizens. We are through the looking glass of collateral damage. The dark god requires sacrifices. Its His thing, with a History way older than the Allied carpet bombing of Dresden, the Holocaust, or the Armenian genocide.

Acre in Judea. 1052 AD. Richard the Lionheart bravely kills every civilian in the entire city. 20,000 people. Oh and Charlegmane, he was full of convert or die. Some of the ones who were converted still had to die… only quicker. By the sword instead of the garrot. I wonder if they were grateful for that mercy?

and lets not forget Edward Longshanks beaching the Jewish citizens of London in Morecambe Bay, 1275, to be swallowed by the tide as surely as Andromeda was offered up to Poseidon….

Soon after the Crocodile’s feast, all the blokes involved got taken out by one of the only two Sam7’s fired in the Rhodesian war. I would have been aboard the Bell chopper myself that day had I not hurt my back and called in sick…

The fittest did a rather poor job of surviving. My troop had been cut down from thirty men to a mere four. We remaining Sons of Empire were treated as pariahs by the others in the Commando. They wouldn’t  eat with us. Men refused transfers to our unit or pulled strings to avoid it. We were bad luck.

Strangely, when the troop was disbanded and we were individually assigned to other units we then became talismen of survival, canny warriors imbuing each host troop with new life and hope..

despite the obvious reality that we were being cut to pieces.

and despite all the ardent blood sacrifices to the Dark One..

This flick from one state to its opposite is what the ancient Greeks called Enantiodromia. It’s the kind of thing that seems terribly unlikely, yet actually describes both matter and consciousness rather well,…

”This phenomenon practically always occurs when an extreme, one-sided tendency dominates conscious life; in time an equally powerful counter position is built up, which first inhibits conscious performance and subsequently breaks through….” C G Jung.

Enantiodromias occur at a sub-atomic level as well. In fact, life as we know it seems to depend on the unlikelihood of matter being one moment a wave and the next a particle while blinking in and out of ‘reality’. Its as unlikely as going for tacos at an icecream stall and still getting lucky, or an entirely indoctrinated man refusing an order…

and getting away with it,

followed by surviving something that kills everyone else.

Enantiodromias presuppose a ‘quantum superposition’, or Self, a non-material state wherein these opposites are tolerated as paradox.

Within the quantum ‘superposition’, matter is in an unquantifiable state, you could even say it both does and does not exist. It ‘pre-exists’ in contiguity with everything else. Consciousness is like-wise an unquantifiable soup until something observes, witnesses, mirrors, even a woodlouse will do, compelling realization from the Belly of the Crocodile. That which pre-exists, knowing right from wrong, takes form as a definite state.

Being here now, the unrehearsed messiness of emerging from the wave function and becoming what you are not, is then further complicated for both consciousness and matter when time and distance come into play.

It seems there isn’t any.

Old Man Physics says that if you lie in wait for a Quantum Creature on a jungle path after you’ve seen it leave its lair, it will in fact arrive at its destination by a different route. The act of lying in wait changes the past. If quantum creatures are separated and housed in different laboratories what you do to the one affects the other. Distance is a construct.

”If you think you understand quantum mechanics, you don’t.” Feynman.

Participation mystique, a term coined by Levy-Bruhl to describe the  soup of collective identification with one another, a state of shared psychic reality like the quantum superposition, containing the components of individual identity without suffering their trials, just outside real time and space, removed from any circumstantial trouble and gloriously protected from all moral consideration.. allowing men to play dice with the Universe in a way the Gods would never dare….

similarly defies conception.

Just before my decimated troop was disbanded, I passed out one day on the parade ground. I was carried to the medic’s tent who looked me up and down and asked, ‘have you got a girlfriend?

er, yes. Jane.

Is she pregnant?

er, I don’t think so, why?

Because you have the worst case of morning sickness I have ever seen…

Many years later and out of the Blue, Jane’s younger sister called on me and told me that she had in fact been pregnant at the time and had an abortion without letting me know.

how does that happen?

You hear about fathers-to-be having sympathetic experiences with their partners, but without being told and thousands of miles away?

Distance doesn’t matter.

Like the enmeshed sub-atomic particle, individual consciousness is undivided from its superposition in a way that bypasses the constraints of time and distance like phones or first class post. This enmeshment of the wave function is what Rupert Sheldrake calls Morphic Resonance.

This most excellent Quantum Biologist refloats the Gnostic idea that matter and life pre-exist as morphic fields of possibility which are both non-material and have memory.

It turns out that even dense materials have a morphic field which ‘informs’ the process of crystalization, something which can be observed by the way in which synthetic crystals grown in laboratories become easier and quicker to create over time. Laboratories starting up on the other side of the world synthesize the crystals at the new faster rate despite using all the same old equipment. Something akin to a neural pathway, but outside three dimensional space and time, enables the crystallization process to ‘remember’ how it is done.

The simplest of creatures have morphic fields that help them ‘know’ who they are, cuttings grow roots, the lizard his tail, the segmented lugworm a whole new body, and what is learned  by one member of a species becomes part of the storehouse of knowledge of all its other members wherever they are. Sheldrake taught a sample of rats to achieve complex tasks. A separate second control group then took only a fraction of the time to learn the tasks once the first group had them well mastered.

Morphic fields do more than share memories. They share information. The introduction of milk bottles in the 20’s led to the surprise discovery that once one Blue-tit had worked out how to get the top off the milk bottle, the news then traveled faster than Blue-tits can fly, let alone breed. So, no new genetic markers or mutations in the mix.  When delivery was interrupted by WW11 and several generations of Blue-tits had come and gone, the new generation knew straight away what to do.

What does it mean?

When I bought myself out of the military for the princely sum of $125 I went walkabout in Central Africa for a few months to try and get my head straight. I had just left Kasama, south of the Burundi/Zambian border where I spent the night. I walked for miles along an empty road into the sprawling endless forest. All of a sudden I became panic stricken as it occurred to me, I cannot say how, not in words or images but as a visceral impression, that I was about to be arrested before the hour was up.

I rushed into the forest with my heart pounding, emptied my bag and sorted through all my stuff to see what there might be to incriminate me in any way, anything that might give anyone the slightest reason to get offended..

So, I buried everything that associated me with my past, an old bush hat, a set of para wings sewn onto a shirt. Letters with personal stuff in them.With about twenty minutes to go I got back on the road to meet my fate. Nothing and nobody. Still, strange shit will happen so I squared my shoulders and walked around the bend in the road.

Nobody, just jungle.

I began to relax and walked on. Perhaps I’m just a bit paranoid? After another ten minutes I got to the lip of a shallow escarpment that looked out over a broad valley. I could see for miles and waaay down the road.

Nobody. Not even locals, let alone horrible policemen. Just the cicadas.

Four minute warning. I began to laugh..

At that moment a young couple from Malawi drove up behind me, the first vehicle all day, perhaps taking pity on my clearly hysterical state. They kindly gave me a lift as far as the road block three miles away, where I was arrested exactly on time.

Quantum Physics and the Doctrine of Signatures.

You would think that the Church would grasp with both hands at anything that seemed like a proof of God and yet the closest we have come to it, the ancient and profound wisdom rooted in the Doctrine of Signatures, was suppressed without mercy.

The Doctrine of Signatures, initially propounded by Greek physicians Discorides and Galen in the first century, says that plants resembling various parts of the body can be used to treat ailments pertaining to those parts.

”Nature marks each growth… according to its curative benefits.” Paracelsus.

Lungwort looks like the lungs and is good for bronchial conditions. Kidney beans are good for those organs. Carrots, the cross section of which looks like an iris, are good for eye infections and so on.

It seems like a pretty innocuous belief, and useful enough to have persisted in medical and herbal practices for centuries, surviving to this day in homeopathy and Bach flower remedies. So why were healers persecuted for its practice? Surely the notion that divine intervention had given humanity a helping hand is good PR…

Not so.

Modern medicine wanted its cures devoid of divine meddling and the church preferred that Nature was not something sentient in its own right.

Somehow the notion that Nature might be helpful and intelligent undermined religious convictions about who was running the show. It was the wrong kind of divine intervention.

The problem for the authorities was that the Doctrine of Signatures represented a challenge to the official position on Salvation, you have to deserve it. Not only was the veiw of Nature according to these early gnostic philosphers and healers  lacking in blood thirstyness it was decidedly benevolent, irrespective of a person’s moral rectitude. Not only was Nature sentient, it was unconditional, happy to heal saints and sinners alike.

Moreover, it encouraged folk to have their own relationship/dialogue with Nature which marginalised the intercession of earthly powers.

The Doctrine of Signatures was duly deemed blasphemous and could cost you a great deal more than your health because it went further than affirming the existence of God. It also begged the question of divine disposition.

The notion of divinity unconcerned with sin or retribution, positively helpful to all regardless of upstandingness and offering redemption from suffering in the here and now rather than in an anxious future beset with fears was, err..

unpopular.

So you can imagine how the church fathers’ abject consternation might increase as they considered and mused over its further implications..

because it meant that life itself was full of useful signposts and synchronicities   that helped people, not only freely laid before us and not just as a system of unconditional connecting principles, but as a means by which we might actually experience ourselves in continuity with the natural world.

and if we are not separate from Nature then we need have no fear..

and we have no fear then we cannot be controlled, threatened or manipulated.

oh dear.

One of the stories I like best about plants is the native discovery of Curare, a deadly poison used by Amazonian Indians to tip their blow darts. It is made by combining, in specific quantities, the leaves of three or four entirely unrelated plants, each of which is entirely benign on its own.

The chances of finding this out accidently is about as likely as waking up one morning and deciding to vapourize mayonnaise in the presense of Lithium dichloric oxide and snorting the results as a remedy for gout.

So how did they find out about it?

Simple, the forest told them.

The discovery of Peyote is better documented. For those who haven’t tried it, allow me to assure you that Peyote, a small desert cactus in central Mexico that has strong psychoactive properties, is the most disgusting, bitter, rancid, vomit inducing substance you could ever encounter. It contains natural emetics that make you puke so hard you will wish for imminent death; but before that, a taste so foul your entire body mitigates against it. Imagine the worst childhood medicine topped with dog shit and sprinkled with the contents of Mr Twit’s beard.

apologies to Roald Dahl.

Yes, its that bad; the point being that no-one in their right mind would ever try it unless they also had a taste for paint stripper by the pint with chasers of albatross guano cut with baboon snot.

Legend has it that two young brothers got lost in the desert. Their elder sister became worried once night fell and went in search of them. She too got lost and had to sleep out in the cold. As she slept she dreamt. A voice told her that when she woke she’d find that she’d used these low lying cacti as a pillow. She must eat them. The visions that followed would lead her to her brothers and that’s what happened.

The brothers were saved.

Unless we call such things miracles and subsume them under God’s Will, neither church nor science has much use for them. The reason is that we have been led to believe that our sinful egos are all we are, or, at best that if there is an unconscious then it is derivative, and ‘nothing but’ the garbage heap of the mind.

This maintains the ego as master of its own house but disconnects it from Nature and stops us from experiencing the vastness of Psyche, much of which we are bound to experience as ‘outside’ us.

‘Some think that fish contains the sea, but actually the sea contains the fish.’    C. G. Jung.

This formulation of things, a central pillar of the gnostic world veiw, is expressed by the Sanscrit, ‘Tat Tvam Asi’, ‘thou art that which thou perceivest’ and again in the Talmud as, ‘We do not see things as they are. We see them as we are.’ It is  expressed in the buddhist tradition by the saying, ‘you cannot cover the sky with your palm,’ and invites us to completely re-think, to re-experience, our relationship with the Universe.

More recently quantum physics concurs. When asked what the fuss was all about by a journalist at a press conference convened to discuss Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, Niels Bohr is reputed to have said, ‘ I’m not sure, except that you may throw yourself down on Mother Earth in the sure knowledge that you are one with her and She with you.’

The story goes that the chemist Kekule had spent years trying to figure out the shape of the carbon molecule. He just couldn’t get it until one day he was passing a school yard thinking about something else when he saw a group of children holding hands and singing ring-a-ring-a-roses and suddenly he had it, the carbon ring, and the Universe had helped him find it.

We might pooh-pooh such things, and resist giving up what we consider to be the separateness of the ego, from ego’s point of veiw its very sovereignty, and yet we need only look at a person describing the day as miserable to know they are talking about themselves. When bidden a good day by a neighbour, Dutch mystic Miester Eckhart replied joyfully, ‘every day is a good day’.

In the absence of such experience life has to be ruled by moral codes of conduct which assume our separateness from one another with the subsequent need to bring these disparate others into line. ‘Love thy neigbour as thy self,’ is then taken to mean ‘be as nice to others as you are to yourself’. Its a moral injunction, a thou shalt. Very different to, ‘love thy neighbour who is none other than thyself’, wherein compassion for others is no mere moral goodness but a recognition of the other as oneself, a shard of the universal hologram.

Hello me.

This does not mean that the ego is an illusion or that we have to get rid of it, but that it is mere garnish to the banquet of life which ordinarily we’d give little more attention than a sprig of parsley…

which, incidently, is very good for gall stones….