Cosmic Circle

My name is Bernd Christian Geels and my purpose in life is to empower people to discover and experience their connection with the great Cosmic Circle.

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From When You Gaze and Gaze at the Light of the Moon...

The first thing Henry did when his mind stopped wandering and he took in the true grandeur of the scene before him was to take a deep breath.  Henry found himself in an immense chasm.  He gazed to his left and right.  It seemed there was an immense crack in the earth (or whatever planet he now was on) that extended for miles and miles.  To his left the chasm bent away to his left.  On his right side the chasm extended into shadowy distances whose magnitude he could not determine.  And then there were the other two dimensions.  The wall opposite the chasm was so distant it occasionally was obscured by some sort of airborne vapor.  That vapor was water.  Gazing up Henry could only make out a razor thin stitch of light.  What illuminated that whole expanse he could not say.  He felt inclined to approach the precipice he found himself on, but at first hesitated.  Loram immediately sensed Henry’s slight trepidation.

“A little awe inducing, isn’t it?”

“I’ve never seen such a place!”

“Well, I should hope not!  At least some of my places will hopefully dazzle you!”

“What is this place?”

Loram let out an audible sigh.  “Oh, thank heavens you didn’t ask that trite question of ‘Where are we?’  What is so much more interesting than where!  This place is the place of initiation.  It is where we begin.  It is where…we take the plunge!  Go ahead, I know you want to look over the edge.”

Loram had apparently discerned Henry’s thoughts yet again.  Henry returned his gaze to the defined edge of the precipice.  A fence made of stone pillars and wooden crossbeams hemmed in the entire space.  Henry tested the surface beneath himself.  It seemed firm.  He took a step forward.  And then took a breath.  Nothing happened.  The earth did not collapse beneath his feet.  No strange creature swept upon him from above or below.  The water of countless waterfalls continued to trickle, surge and fall down in myriad shapes and guises.  All was still and quiet with the exception of the water’s motions.  Henry took another step.  Each time he would pause and take a breath.  And each time he had the feeling Loram was watching him with a fixity of gaze commonly seen in large cats of Africa stalking and awaiting their prey’s first careless move.

As Henry moved further from the entrance out onto the precipice, he felt a growing vulnerability and exposure.  He felt he was somehow shrinking in size.  But it was more than that.  Space and time felt as if it was collapsing inward and on top of him.  He began to feel immense vertigo.  Then something seemed to enter his body from without and his strength was restored.  And again came his feeling that Loram was gazing on him with such rapt attention that the entire Universe could be imploding upon itself and he would nonetheless look only and always at him, Henry.  Henry took the remaining steps needed to bridge the distance to the fence.  The crossbeams were so high he had to poke his head between two of them to see over.  Yet before he actually looked he planted his body firmly on the ground by kneeling.  He wrapped his arms around a cross beam.  He took a deep breath.  He had closed his eyes while gazing straight across.  He cocked his head downward.  And then he opened his eyes.

When distances are immense enough, the human eye can almost ogle in its socket.  When Henry opened his eyes, his depth perception could not easily function.  Much like a computer algorithm that has a fundamental problem, his eyes were thrown off kilter.  He quickly discerned what he was looking at, but his mind almost as quickly resisted its implications.  He could see down.  And down.  And down.  Further down there was a fuzzy blue gray hue and texture.  And then there was a blackness.  He could see the sheer wall he had emerged from.  But that eventually faded into darkness.  Everything faded into darkness.  It seemed he had discovered the largest waterpark of the Universe.  It was a fun-land whose final and ultimate destination seemed to be oblivion.  Gravity pulled all the waters down into some Netherworld whose prevailing color was black, pure, unblemished black.  Henry gazed back at Loram.  Loram was now smiling broadly.

“Welcome to your journey,” he intoned quietly, his voice only the slightest whisper above the waters.  “This is your beginning.  And I am your guide.”

“Where do we go from here?”

“I’d ask you where you desire to go, but from this part of the journey there is only one option.  Our first companion to help us is masterful gravity!”

“You mean?”

“Yes, Henry, we must join the waters in their descent!”

“I’ve never seen waterfalls this big!”

“And you may never again!  We need to begin this way, however, so that you may be prepared!  You must be properly prepared and initiated to move forward.  You have a question?”

“I can see no bottom to this.  How would we survive?”

“My dear Henry, in order to proceed further we will first need to establish a foundation.  The foundation I speak of is one of trust.  Every relationship between two beings must have a foundation of trust.  Without this, prospering is foreclosed.  So you must trust me.  You must learn to trust my judgment.  Without that, we shall make no forward progress.  You wonder where the bottom is.  What does that matter when we shall not reach it anyhow?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“There is only one thing you now need to say.  Say that you trust me and speak this from your heart.”

“I do trust you but…”

“Ah, but you must not.  You see, Henry, trust has no gradation.  In a relationship you cannot trust somewhat.  It is not possible to say that you trust someone or something as true to or for you and actually trust only ninety percent of the time.  Or eighty.  Or seventy.  You either trust, or you do not.  Do you understand?  Answer with yes or no.”

“Yes, I understand you.  And I want to trust you.”

“So what is blocking you?”

“I have never met you before.”

“But you have.  You have seen me in your dreams.  I am your dream come true.  We have already gone through this.”

“Yes.  I don’t know what to say.”

“Then speaking has exhausted its usefulness.  Let us solve this another way.”

And then, before his very eyes, a sword appeared at Loram’s side.  Loram raised the sword above his head.  No sooner than the sword had come to rest in anticipation over Loram’s head than an iron gate pierced through the entryway of the tunnel.  Rocks collapsed down behind it.  Henry’s one way out was gone.  He now stood on a precipice with the most powerful man he had ever met holding a glimmering sword that seemed to ache for the chance to cut something.

“My sword’s purpose is to serve me.  Yet every so often I must serve my sword.  Such is true of any relationship with anything.  It desires blood.  Would you like to be its offering?”

Adrenaline surged through Henry’s body.  Suddenly his heart was pounding in his chest.

“Now you must be feeling quite alive, eh?”

“Yes!”

“I cannot make you trust me, Henry.  Indeed, nobody can ever force another person to do anything.  And even if a prisoner should comply with a demand, the will of the spirit can survive unscathed.  Everything is  a choice.  Now I ask you to ask yourself this: If I had wanted to kill you, I had many opportunities already.  If I had wanted to do you harm, I had many opportunities already.  The means I could have used are endless.  And look about yourself now.  There seems to be no way out.  But it is a lie!  It is an illusion, dear boy!  Always there is a chance!  You have incredible power, son!  That is the only thing at the root of all illness, disease, anger, rage and so on when people forget the power they have, they suffer incredibly.  I have come to you to lead you on the mission of power.  Use your power now and make a choice.  Trust or do not!”

Loram extended his sword out.  A bolt of lightning emanated from the sword and arced over Henry’s head.  The bolt shattered every crossbeam of the fence.  Stone pillars leapt from their foundation and cast themselves away.  Debris flew everywhere and yet not a hair on Henry’s head was touched.  Henry opened his eyes.  The single protection against the chasm was gone.

“Now, I could do the same to you.  But I choose it not.  I choose to offer my power so that you may recover yours.  Join me and return to the paradise within yourself.  Do not ask me how, please.  Follow me now!”

And with that Loram leapt over Henry’s head and into the void.  As Henry watched time seemed to slow down.  Loram seemed to hang in the air for the longest time.  A man of his power and size had the lightness of a butterfly.  And then he was gone.  Loram’s sword led the way.  It glowed a blue-white as Loram fell away.

Henry stood a moment, wondering if Loram would call out to guide him.  But there again was only the water whispering o him as it fell by on its way to see Loram.  And then it was time.  Henry took off his shoes.  Somehow he knew he would not need these where he was going.  He left them behind as an act commemorating the death of his past’s hold on him.  He leapt into the void.  As he did so he visualized becoming a butterfly.  He felt himself somehow hang in the air a seemingly impossibly long time.  And then it was over.  He was falling.  Falling into a darkness blacker than the blackest, starless regions of the Universe.  If he screamed in terror, he did not later recall doing so.  All was blackness.  And then…

Why Indigenous Science?

I enrolled in the study of Indigenous Science while at Naropa University due to my persistent belief that there is at present a profound imbalance in the world.