It was after all the overviews and reading the dossiers, and collecting the repetitious connections that appeared to make sense at the beginning, but then they did not make sense.

Somehow, my words had been stolen in such a way that they were flattened. They lost some of the magic that I had thought they contained. I was reminded of a day when I hung out laundry in the sun. Beautiful photographs of laundry that’s what I thought I was taking. With the sun shining behind the brilliant colours creating an ephemeral stained glass of fabric in twined in light, but instead, I took photos of limp garments hanging in a desultory way from a wire. That’s when I knew that without the light, and without the ability to convey that light, matter is empty of its potential to transform. 

The governor had something to do with this. It had been placed into the objects in order to flatten them. And the descriptions of the objects, pages and pages of descriptions that were included in the dossiers, catalogs, associative studies, and so forth, all were ultimately empty. Even though many of them carried clues of interest, rhythm of delight, even a kind of sensory resonance that could almost be felt as real, these dossiers were like puppets. They were empty. Somehow they had missed the meaning. As Eliot said, you have had the experience but have you missed its meaning.

So I began looking again. It made sense to me that I should include all the dossiers, all of the analysis, all of the wrong directions in my process, because the buildup of words will eventually cause an amazing exponential explosion into light. At a certain point the supersaturation makes the work so heavy, that it can no longer sustain itself, at that point almost like a koan or a breakthrough to create a realization, a new approach emerges. This new approach comes from inner guidance and love

How does this occur? For one thing we have to look at the start of things. We have to see what are these objects the symbols of? What do they refer to? What is inside of them that makes us want to develop or use them for a purpose that almost seems to be embedded within it itself? Why do we imitate these magical realms? What is the real meaning of as above So Below? How do we penetrate the thick gauze of veils of walls of Corridors of innumerable rooms without light, the attic, the basement, the side room, the shed, the garage, the subterranean area, the higher towers, this building, which is a great cabinet, the large being the essence of all— how is this manifesting itself in my heart today?

How do I feel it to such an extent that you know I mean it? How do you feel it to such an extent that you can now cry? Let’s all cry for the loss of all that was our endeavour as human beings down through the ages, as we struggled to overcome the barriers to our heavenly experiences? We no longer ask why, we no longer ask how, or what or where, or when. We look to ourselves and ask who. 

Below us is an entire world of words and knowledge and accrued science and understanding, sediment upon sediment of the crush of civilizations, and their endeavours their efforts to try. Living each their national myths. Living each their particular reflection of the template of humanity. Communities organizations, monarchies, democracies autocracies, tyrannies, all eventually fading down in the crash of century after century of other organizations and tyrranies that appear to be new appear to be beneficial or appear to be present now.

So what? Where am I going with this? How does this have anything to do with the wonder cabinet? Where is this all leading me? I need to get back to the basics of things. I need to find that piece o and holes my memory. What’s my grandmother buried here? I know she was buried on another island somewhere else. What about my other granny? Where did she go. I know she said at the I know she is at the base of a mountain. She is stable and solid at the base of a mountain, and with her or my mother and father, her husband that’s who’s there. That’s where they are at the base of the mountain at the happy Café. They don’t care about all this letters in meetings. Send layers of ideas. They’re in for the big story, the beauty of the depths, ultimately that’s the wonder cabinet. Right there