“The Gnostic Christians saw Eve and Adam as the two necessary parts within each human. Adam represented the soul, ones consciousness, and Eve represented the spirit. Adam represented the intellectual functions of the personality, while Eve represented the spiritual consciousness, ones higher self. Their sacred marriage was necessary to create the perfect whole. According to the gnostics Eve gives life to Adam, not the other way around, as she is the creative/creator energy, the life giver.
In Sumeria around 3,500bce, the last Matriarchal era, the serpent symbolised regeneration and eternal life. It represented not only the earthly cycle of life but spiritual renewal also. In these times property and the family name was passed through the woman. Women were equal both politically and socially, and held authoritative positions in the temples as Priestesses.
Unfortunately, at the turn of the patriarchal era, a cycle that occurs every 2000 years, the energies became more masculine, changing the way men viewed women. With political manipulation, the Hebrews and Christians concocted the story of Eve eating a forbidden fruit, blaming her for the downfall of mankind, and plunging all her descendents into an Earthly life of toil and struggle, and cursing all women with the pain of childbirth. Eve was portrayed as a weak willed woman, the source of ‘original sin’, and her snake energy was transformed into the manifestation of the ‘devil’. This effectively severed women from their powerful snake energy, and ensured that they would turn away from their own powerful feminine energy. Eve was now portrayed as a sexual temptress, and men were forbidden to associated with the Priestesses of the temples, for worshipping the feminine, the goddess, was also forbidden. Where priestesses had once celebrated the sexual creative force of the goddess by making love in the temples, sacred sexuality was now looked upon as shameful and sinful.”
“The name ‘Eve’ means ‘life’, ‘life-giver’ or ‘the mother of all living’. Her name was derived from the Hebrew name Chivim, which means sons of the female serpent.”
“The Mother Goddess was identified with the figure of a single snake. Her messenger, Hermes the snake God, was depicted as the double snake, the male and female (Ida & Pingala of the Kundalini system). He was symbolised by the Caduceus. Hermes was originally a Babylonian God, a god of Spring and fertility, and was associated with the Spring sun. Here we see the link once more with Aubury – the Serpent Sun.”

Better truths……………LOL
For those of us with Royal Blood, the life giving blood of the Goddess; fear does not circulate within our bodies nor our minds, negativity is the blood of demons, of that we do not drink.

More thoughts in question to be speculated and answered perhaps on “polarity”?

As a human, belief may not be worth fighting over in it’s intellectual form, where we intercept it as intellect only. That’s not important, whatever makes you happy, what ever makes you secure you’re entitled to that. If reality is a mirage, it’s a mirage either way, whatever you take security in is good, I want you to be happy, I want you to be secure, I want you to be inspired, what ever inspires you, science, math, whatever.

I want you to be happy, expressive, beautiful, you aren’t harming any one else as long as you have a high positive polarity.

What I’ve noticed of many argument, it created a impractical balance of ying and yang because you’re from a point of manifestation within self concept and I’m trying to relate my own personal self manifestation of self concept as a contrast, rather than a comparison, where we can find some form of equality and find peace. As the op art is breathe in , breathe out. The polarity is in and as out. The mind is choice, observation in and out. In and out. And the out and in which is a warp. XD!!!

op art in, op art out polarity , ying / yang emotions, intention, hopes, inspiration,

Creation inspired, creation/. creativity bond.

What seems most important is a positive polarity or positive energy.

The essence within the essence.
You’re beautiful the way you are. Honestly .Please realize how special, beautiful you are, you reflect what’s inside and outside of humanity, just as much as I do. And I am connected to you, respond to you. Answers and questions aren’t really that important, it’s the intent, inspiration, hope, desires behind them. You are beautiful, have good intentions. Beautiful, inside.

You and I, we essence.

And life nourishment, inspiration, actuality after the fact.
Op art spiraling, hypnosis , power of the mind. OVER the mind. God wave.
no, no out and the in which is a wrap. Not funny anymore.
Out and in manifestation!
Op art, possibly God.
Some things we can’t change, alter. But with higher polarity , positive, less insecurities, it couldn’t hurt.
Thank you trying, I know not of meditation personally, only in my philosophies if you could call them philosophies, I can, please do not offend my security of mind, it’s more or less sincere or hopes to be sincere.

Thanks for sharing! I would love to try meditation again, or for the first time as it may be successful.
I mean thank you, trying meditation. As I’ve put it, you’ve put it. I’ve never tried it successfully.

I read a nice article,if u have time read it,Just wanted to share,it’s about “pure consciousness”

When the Buddha announced his impending exit from the sphere of mortality, his dear disciple Ananda burst into tears. “Lord, you have been the polestar of our spiritual path so far. Whom should we contact for guidance and higher instructions when you will not be there in the land of the living?” he asked.

The Buddha replied: Atmadeepo bhava – Be light unto yourself.

Your wavering, questioning self must be silenced at the still point of concentrated consciousness. Amidst the darkness of worldly delusion only the emanation of radiance from within – like the full moon – can bring enlightenment. Guru Purnima symbolises emanation of inner illumination, the awakening of the sleeping Buddha within.

In the Bhagavad Gita, Krishna advised his dear disciple Arjuna: “Lift yourself up with the help of your self ”. You are your best friend, philosopher and guide, at the same time you can be your worst enemy as well. Arjuna was never advised to seek refuge in a guru. Rather, he was advised to rise above all religious rituals and seek refuge in Him, the embodiment of eternal Being, the pure Consciousness, and real Self behind the apparent ripples of delusion.

The concept of seeking the light within is perfectly in tune with scientific spirituality. Whenever we sincerely seek intuitive guidance from within we create a magnetic pool to attract the requisite energy vibrations of infinite potentiality hidden within us. Each soul is potentially divine and we need to awaken this divinity through concentrated efforts and continuous aspiration. This is spirituality. No one else can make us gain the same; we need to source it from inside.

In the Mahabharata, when Dronacharya refused to accept Eklavya as his disciple, the boy made an image of Dronacharya and started practising archery in front of the image. Consequently, he mastered the art of archery as good as Arjuna who was the best direct disciple of Dronacharya, through assiduous practice and intuitive skills. The secret lies in intense aspiration leading to requisite release of the potential hidden within through the psychology of faith in a guru despite the physical absence of the guru in the learning process.

Aurobindo had an experience in cosmic consciousness due to his intense aspiration and soul searching. He never had a guru. Although he received instructions on yoga from Bhaskar Lele, he never accepted him as his guru and his teachings did not lead him to self-realisation.

A true guru can be instrumental in transformation of our ego into divine self and release of divine consciousness through the mechanism of faith. But the dogmatic claim of the essentiality of a guru in the spiritual path falls apart on closer scrutiny. The life of the Buddha, Christ, Ramakrishna, Aurobindo, Ramana Maharshi and others bear ample testimony to the fact. Guru Purnima, therefore, is an occasion for awakening of our inner illumination in full beam for manifestation of the divinity already within us.

What is your diagnosis? Should I see my psychiatrist again?

I’d like to try and keep this as brief and blunt as possible, so to cut a long story short:

Around a year ago, I was referred to a professional psychiatrist by my GP, on behalf of the fact that I was severely suffering from anorexia due to feelings of intense ‘diagnosed’ depression and suicidal tendencies.

Reluctantly, I obliged; but in retrospect, I realize that I was not conforming to my Doctor’s instructions to gain professional mental help in order to gain some level of emotional stability and sanity – in fact, I complied merely as I was feeling arrogant of my daily routine, and quite fancied the idea of having an excuse to disrupt previous engagements at the call of an ‘anonymous’ appointment. Basically, I wasn’t obliging due to some mechanical, cognitive drive to relieve my illnesses – it was apathy.

Well, I attended my first appointment: I found no personal errs between me and my psychiatrist, instead, I found her to be ‘unfitting’ for my situation, and so became distinctly aloof, diverting the conversation drastically at any given opportunity in order to throw her as far off the scent as possible.

I feel so puerile to remember it now, but I spent the best part of six months performing this act, every Thursday at four o’ clock – and all the while, I was still wallowing in my frustration with an empty stomach. After all, she was only trying to help.

Fatigued with the effort of apathy one evening, I decided to quit my counseling appointments. My psychiatrist was discontented by this, and decided – after much convincing! – that she would keep my case open for future opportunity.

Fast forward two months later, and my situation seems to have worsened impeccably. I won’t go into the grotesque details, but let’s just say that I was definitely a mess. Due to a particularly stressful period that I foreshadowed in the coming months, I made the brash decision to inquire to my Doctor about the anti-depressants that I had been offered twice before.

Fidgeting anxiously in the Doctor’s chair, I imagined that it would all be so quick, succinct – that he would just simply sign a slip and whisk me off to the chemist to retrieve my medication like the faithful and needy canine that I felt. But no; he began to quiz me, and before I realized, he astounded me with the knowledge that he would be referring me back to my old clinic, only this time, I was to be in the hands of a more qualified, higher-level psychiatrist.

I knew that the prospect of medication would never have washed my problems away, but I just wanted nullification. I didn’t want to begin to discuss my truest, most intense and vulnerable feelings – I wanted to pretend that I was an asexual alien, and isolate myself from any physical manifestation that should stumble across my path and attempt to extract me from my self-imposed gloom, like some nocturnal specimen.

However, I did attend the first appointment with my new psychiatrist.

Upon arrival, I was particularly irritated at the garish presence of my old psychiatrist, whom upon seeing me, allowed her untrained features to unfold a look of inquisitive discomfort at my state. Three whole hours I spent droning. I could barely answer a meager question without my rash abashment flaring up malignantly in my voice.

When I was finally allowed the luxury of leaving that humid room, the only calculated thoughts that I could bear to muster were, “I’m done.” And I was. The next day, I rang my psychiatrist and quit for the second time. At this time, I was foolishly convinced that I was going to be alright – that I had cracked some kind of code to self-enlightenment or something.

And everything was alright for a while. I pushed all negative and self-depreciating thoughts to the darkest orifice of my cerebral cavity, I abstained from direct self-harm (asides from starvation) and I ignored my own intuition, numbing myself with simplicities.

At one point, I even began to watch the programs that I had enjoyed as a small child again, because I felt that that was the closest that I could get to freedom within myself.

It didn’t last for long – you know what they say: after a period of still, there always must commence an explosion; and that’s exactly what has happened to me.

At the moment, I am just trying to muster the strength to cope with each day as it comes to me in the first breaths of morning light. I have been depleted to the state where I almost never leave the paranoia of my own home, I find it difficult to maintain personal hygiene, I never eat asides from wild moments of bulimic frenzy, and I have managed to isolate myself from everyone whom I know.

This is no way to live – and I don’t want this. It isn’t good enough for me to just ignore these intense feelings that I have, because that way, I will never allow myself to move ahead.

P.S. Apologies; this was supposed to be short, direct and to-the-point – but I am forever being carried off by my atrocious stream of thought.