Friday, May 15, 2009

Imaginal Cells and the Body Politic

A lovely metaphor for the transformations of our time.  Author unknown.


When a caterpillar nears its transformation time, it begins to eat ravenously, consuming everything in sight.  The caterpillar body then becomes heavy, outgrowing its own skin many times, until it is too bloated to move. Attaching to a branch (upside down, we might add, where everything is turned on its head) it forms a chrysalis — an enclosing shell that limits the caterpillar’s freedom for the duration of the transformation.

 

Within the chrysalis a miracle occurs. Tiny cells, that biologists actually call “imaginal cells,” begin to appear. These cells are wholly different from caterpillar cells, carrying different information, vibrating to a different frequency – the frequency of the emerging butterfly. At first, the caterpillar’s immune system perceives these new cells as enemies, and attacks them, much as new ideas in science, medicine, politics, and social behavior are viciously denounced by the powers now considered mainstream. But the imaginal cells are not deterred.  They continue to appear, in even greater numbers, recognizing each other, bonding together, until the new cells are numerous enough to organize into clumps. When enough cells have formed to make structures along the new organizational lines, the caterpillar’s immune system is overwhelmed. The caterpillar body then become a nutritious soup for the growth of the butterfly.

 

When the butterfly is ready to hatch, the chrysalis becomes transparent.  The need for restriction has been outgrown. Yet the struggle toward freedom has an organic timing.  Were the chrysalis opened too soon, the butterfly would die.  As the butterfly emerges, it opens its “right wing” and its “left wing,” and then flies away to dance among the flowers.

 

The awakening of the global heart results from transforming the body politic from the unconscious, over-consuming bloat of the caterpillar into a creature of exquisite beauty, grace, and freedom. This coming of age process takes us to a new mythic reality, a larger story, ripe with meaning and direction. It takes us from the naïve egocentricity of childhood into a larger reality of interdependent reciprocity. It is not a passage that ends in the gray grimness of adult responsibility, denying the colorful spirituality of childhood innocence. Rather, it is a reclaiming of wholeness that denies little, and embraces all.

 

 


Catalysts for the Coalescence of Consciousness


The awakening of consciousness happens first in individuals.  It is a shift from third chakra, ego-based consciousness to fourth chakra, relational consciousness, a shift from I to We.  It is a realization that we are in this together, that we are interdependent, integral agents, part of a larger unity that needs each of us as individual agents. This awakening could result from spiritual practices such as yoga or meditation, psychotherapy, workshop experiences, disenchantment from one’s “normal” life, or any manner of doorways through which we awaken from the trance of consumption and exploitation to a higher vision of perpetual reciprocity, compassion, and unity. At first such individuals might feel alone or isolated; they might be misunderstood or even attacked by others for their strange ideas.


When these individuals find others of like mind, they are strengthened and reinforced. They feel less alone, more empowered, and inspired. They literally “vibrate” at a higher frequency.  They catalyze each other. This is how the imaginal cells come together, organize amongst themselves and become centers of awakening in the new body politic.

 

 

 

Thursday, May 7, 2009

On the Disorienting and Abrupt Character of Video Skype


Walking away, 

You slowly fade and become the earth and sky.

I know you will slide off the horizon 

at some moment, but it will be indistinguishable from

the one before or after.

And while my heart aches

I feel like the pace at which we move apart

is just.


These days, continuous spectrums 

of presence and absence

have gone discrete. 

You live in machines

and I turn you on and off, and

with a precise-enough instrument

I can determine the exact time at which 

Your voice and your face vanish.

These days, there is no slipping away;

There is only sudden death. 


It is a threat to the color grey, imagination, rainbows,

all that is in the business of blurring lines

and uncovering wholeness.


But I should not forget my own message.

I should not neglect the natural and obvious corollary:

The miracle of the unexpected resurrection.