This morning my partner and I celebrated Apophenia’s birthday - just before 5am (AEDT). I feel grateful for the gift of sharing my appreciation of Apophenia with someone I love.
Last night we brewed up a potent ceremonial cacao which we imbibed during our honouring of her.
In meditation, Apophenia whispered to me of trusting self and what it is like to be a god-form. When a ceremony or ritual begins, whatever happens, no matter if things don’t go according to plan, trust in self - as light as a feather everything that occurs is part of the process. Doubt and analysis paralysis can kill the magick, but if that happens then treat it as valuable part of the experience - honouring all that occurs as in complete support of the magickal intention, no matter if it seems rigid, messy, conflicting or absurd. Pareidolia and Eris play important roles in creativity.
She appeared in long flowing ethereal dress, and then reminded me not to pay too much attention to appearances, because ‘being’ a god or goddess is not about the form - but being an abstract primitive in the platonic sense - an archetypal point of reference that is beyond form. And in that same way, each of us has a essential beyond-form god within. Of course, saying ‘within’ is a misnomer when talking about something 'beyond form’ which has no spacial reference.
As I understand them, in simplistic terms, the left hand path and right hand path both seek to unify self and divinity in different ways. The left hand path through self-dieficiation, bringing the divine within into greater embodiment, often mistaken as deification of the ego. And the right hand path as surrender of self to the divine out there to bring the body into greater alignment with the divine. Flip sides of the same concept each with it’s own challenges, pitfalls and rewards.
Apophenia’s nudge to remember that the essential nature of any deity lies beyond form, beyond space and beyond time, tells us that we can find any deity anywhere and within anything - self and other, my little toe or that big cloud in the sky, the imaginary space when I close my eyes, or the darkness of deep space beyond the planets, the feeling of love within or the flower rising from the crack in the pavement, and the power of our own clenched fist or the devastation of a volcanic eruption.
This morning I reflect on my desire that Apophenia spread her wisdom and clarity wide and far through the world to inspire great illumination within all.
By the way, I also discovered that Apophenia has a dragon. Perhaps a baby dragon, for it seemed only 2-3 metres in length.