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A while back, at low tide, while looking for bits of shells to use as lugs to slip into my stretched earlobes, I came across that of a turquoise blue snail. My first thought was Wow! because in all the times I had fossicked among the black boulders of Burleigh Heads, I had never come across any shell of such an unusual color. Most of my finds come in various shades of beige, white or black.

I picked up the shell, turned it upside down, peered inside to make sure it was vacant and then put it in my pocket.  I thought I might send it to Moriya for whom shells symbolize the optimal emptiness we should seek to establish inside our minds. The other interesting fact about all shells is that it is the empty space inside the shell that defines its shape.

I agree that this makes the humblest of shells very special. Besides, isn’t it a shell that, in spite of its *emptiness*, gave Leonardo da Vinci the blueprint for the spiral?

Back to my story: a few minutes later, when I took the turquoise snail out of my pocket to look at it again, I just about dropped it in surprise.

Two thin claws were protruding from the opening.

The shell was inhabited after all and its owner was definitely alive.

Mumbling a little apology, I carefully placed the shell back on the sand and watched it drag its heavy shell towards the closest rivulet of sea water a few centimetres ahead.

Once again I asked Moriya for a deconstruction because no matter how many entries I have included in the glossary currently posted on C.C. on Destiny, daily awareness always throws up more unknowns. This time, though, I attempted a little deconstruction on my own typed below in bold black.

Low tide = exposed = ken, not flowing

Black = absorbs everything = ken, ego

Black rocks = absorbed back habits, hardness – mechanicals = ken. But they're high so they have potential for evolvement [should = to = be in black?]

Coloured pebbles = pretty and small but always kiskushim or distractions = ken.

Shell = life experiences? = ken.

Seeking emptiness? = our ego = Astral shell - a need to break out of our shell without being hypnotized by its outer beauty

Blue = throat chakra? sky? pure color? = blue is the mystic color that symbolizes soul

in pocket = locked up = prison = attachment

It was alive = kamoovan, as whatever that blue snail symbolizes cannot be dead.

The empty shell symbolizes a state of self-awareness where there's no ego.

You see, you were hypnotized by the outer appearance and felt the attachment to claim it as your own, but then there's someone inside, ken?

“Question: Who is this little *I*, this little persona, that is hidden inside this beautiful shell?

Answer: the persona that is hidden inside our beautiful soul.

“And?” I asked.

Moriya: And nothing, C.C. Just be in the moment. No plans. Don't touch. Just flow. Keep in mind that you don't need to do anything that is not needed right in this moment. Everything that is not needed right at this moment is unnecessary and will only burden you with more kish-kushim.

“Look, let’s assume you are flowing and in the moment while writing this file.

As soon as you’re done, you’ll want to send your work to your proof reader so she can find all your typing mistakes.

The confirmation of whether you were really in the moment is whether your file will get to her easily and whether she will be free at the moment you need her.

If you write because you *want* to finish this file, because your persona wants to see it added to your Destiny index or because you want to move on to the next topic, that would be wrong.

You won’t be the moment.

Your thoughts won’t flow as nicely as they should.

You’ll miss making great connections.

Your analysis will be rushed – too long/too short/unclear, and although you’ll be free to move on sooner, you’ll find that you can’t send off the file; that you’ve made a

mistake saving your final draft. Or that your proof reader is not free to do the work for you.

** Ken = yes      Kamoovan = of course

Then you become anxious and you want to push and *touch*, trying to fix the problem; to shorten the delay by getting someone else to do the work, and you create even more blockages for yourself.  Although your file will be good, it won’t be the best it could have been because you yield to the urges of your persona.

Don’t you know already that whatever you push here, in the one spot, rises there, in another spot? Just BE IN THE MOMENT, will you?

Considering what did truly happen to my original file on Symbols, a saga I will share with you on the next page, I wonder if Moriya does not have the gift of prophesy, a subject not yet broached between us.

“Here’s a true story to illustrate the point,” Moriya adds, to explain why manipulating What-Is is not a good idea. “There was a rabbi in Jerusalem who had many health problems. One day he made an appointment to see a specialist. For some reason this rabbi changed his mind a few days later and cancelled. Then another rabbi, a Kabbahlist, organized an energy healing by gathering ten old people to create a strong circle of healing energy to transmit to the sick rabbi. That seemed to work for a short time, as the rabbi looked and felt better. Unfortunately for him, he had a relapse and, sof sof, he made another appointment to see the specialist, AVAL by then, this doctor was no longer available. See, C.C., when you postpone or touch something you move EVERYTHING with it because pieces of the puzzle are inseparable.

This brings to my mind Picasa, the free-share photo software you might be familiar with. When viewing any of my digital albums, should I want to move a photo elsewhere within the album or across to another folder, all I have to do is drag and drop the picture wherever I want to be. As if set on a floating layer, the pictures all around move to accommodate the newcomer and settle back in lovely orderly rows. The main difference is that in the material world, tampering with the spontaneous arrangement of What-Is, upsetting natural synchronicity, never yields a neat little outcome.

And now, as a case in point, I will say something about the synchronicity - or lack of - that I will always associate with the writing of the original file on Symbols, of which this one has become the third and final instalment.

I am normally a quick writer. I wrote and published seven novels in five years.

I also wrote each of the files already on the Destiny index over six separate end-of-term holidays – one file per holiday – each under 15 days while doing a lot of other things with Myarh, like long walks on the beach, catching up with friends and tending to all the home jobs that holidays absorb so well.

Once proofread by Joy, the dear friend who does this for me from the kindness of her heart, I had each file uploaded on Destiny a couple of weeks later. Yet, although I began writing Spirituality in real time back in April 2008 and today is 4 November, it is not yet finished.

Moriya is right: Soul Time does not work according to anyone’s clock, needs and wants. Nor does it worry about the passing of days and months.

Soul Time’s tick-tocks may appear whimsical, but I am learning to accept that it is only as whimsical as the state of our emotions and the vibrancy of our energy field.

It can flow as smoothly as sand through my fingers just as it can move as ponderously slow as gravel through an hour glass.

This is what I tried to convey back in August 2008, in a forum reply to Gntltong, a fan of my novels who, with a couple of other readers, was waiting expectantly for the release of that file on Symbols. She enquired about the uncharacteristic delay:

The big difference between how I used to do things, and now, is that now I understand there is a difference between what I want and what I need.
Because I now believe I have a soul and I have heard enough and read enough and discussed enough to believe in dynamic karma-shaping, I understand why less is more.

** Aval = but   sof sof = eventually

*Doing* less, controlling less, fighting less to make square pegs fit into round holes is always more than what is needed, if you know what I mean.

Accepting what *IS* while refusing to play my brain’s game of What-Ifs – is a very active process.
For example, I no longer spend hours daily being my own publisher and agent, trying to connect dots around my novels in a bid to have them become a Pink-household name. Indeed, what shall be will be. [que sera sera? Usual expression is ‘what will be will be’]
I have written these novels, they are my children.
I have done my best to make them fly and soar but although I was driven to do all that over a period of five years, I now understand that it is up to a much greater power than mine, karmic synchronicity, to make them spin – or not.

*Driven* is a great word that speaks for itself – more than fixate or obsess, being driven is … passive.
Something – be it ego/fear/greed/lack of unconditional love, whatever it is - drives us.
Something holds the reins firmly in hand and that something cracks the whip very near our ears.

Truth is, I have no way of knowing whether a sustained wave of interest in my writing, though great for my ego-persona, would be great for ME – long term.

I have no idea whether a major breakthrough would bring true contentment to my life - or the opposite - however directly or indirectly.

You are right, Gntltong, when you say that in 12 weeks or so, I would normally have finished the entire draft of a novel.

But, back in the days when I wrote novels, I was *driven* which means that, except for what I needed to do to be ready for my professional day, everything else, including time with my darling, had to fall around the various demands of *my writing*.

The hours I no longer spend writing and/or finding ways to break down doors, I now spend reading, researching, studying all that is relevant to a dynamic – non-religious - approach to spirituality. This, Gntlong, is what now absorbs my *free time* - after I have processed what needs to be processed in the correct order.

Doing all of this now seems more important than stamping the ground, like a bull at a gate, to meet imaginary deadlines.
Having said that, it looks like, tonight, I actually have a window of opportunity to return to *that* particular file for a few hours – and maybe again tomorrow. That is as much advance planning as I care to do for now.

But you know what, Gntltong?
I thought the glossary and the first 40 pages would be the sum total of what I had to say on the topic. I thought all I needed was to find time to tidy up the draft, rush it off to the proof reader and be done with it.

We-ell, in between a series of contre-temps, a real saga, between my lack of spare time, my computer meltdowns [yes, plural] and my proof reader’s temporary unavailability, I have realized that I should go back to page 1 and work my way down, slowly, gently, peacefully to see where that took me, in the fullness of time.

Let’s see how *the* file reads after it get its upgrade. Let’s see if my thoughts *pour on to the screen through the keyboard like choc topping on a donut*, as I wrote yesterday in another thread.

Thank you for having asked the question, Gntltong. Keep yourself well. And keep watching this space

v

Interestingly, *the* file in its initial format was 25 pages long plus a glossary. In the meantime, though I felt I had not had enough spare time to do much with it, it has morphed into something large enough to be called a chapter subdivided in three sections, roughly total 160 pages – this section being the third and last one. How did that happen?

The only answer I can think of is that, though over the past six months my opportunities to write have been few and far between, when there have been little windows of opportunity, I was able to write in my usual way - writing a lot in little time.

And ... isn’t that what flowing is about?

A Buddhist saying has it that when a person is evolved, s/he can do things as if s/he had ten hands – certainly something to aspire to that would make multi-tasking more efficient, but should that ever happen to *me*, to accommodate  another ninety fingers, I would need to invest in a much wider keyboard J

v

If I had had it my way, back in April, I would have uploaded the original 25 pages and happily moved on to the next file which will focus entirely on the deconstruction of dreams: some of Moriya’s, some of mine, some of Myarh’s and those of a few friends who have asked for an interpretation. Having said that, this is only what C.C. persona has in mind to do. I wouldn’t be surprised if my soul had another agenda running parallel to mine, silent and invisible, already poised to deviate it.

Now, it could be argued that in this chapter on symbols, some of my mind-meanders and some of Moriya’s explanations could have been edited for speed. Yes, of course, but seeing as it is not a book that I am writing but a sort of stream-of-consciousness journal of my journey, it suits me well to not write for speed.

It suits my purpose to let my thoughts reach a natural conclusion on any ... thought.

Anyway, the chunking-out of  the entire content of *the* file in what appears to be spontaneous subfiles of roughly 40 pages each is, at this stage, purely arbitrary, but as I am typing these words, I am thinking that in terms of [spiritual] numerology  # 4 symbolizes balance. Think of it that way: 4 wheels under your car offer more stability than the 2 wheels on your bike or 3 wheels under each of your inline skates

v

An anecdote concerning Moriya:

One afternoon, Moriya walked to the bank to get her new credit card.

On the way there, she noticed a white chalk message scribbled on the pavement. She stopped to read it.  "Go to the man with no head," it said in Hebrew characters. An arrow pointed straight ahead, but she continued towards the bank. Once there, she gave the teller her old credit card, but the woman also wanted a photo ID that Moriya did not have on her person.

The teller insisted, saying that she could not give anyone their new credit card before sighting their ID card but, after another teller confirmed that Moriya was a known customer, the woman relented and allowed Moriya to sign for her new credit card.

The symbolism of this anecdote is simply that Moriya was able to be identified although she had *no head* to show i.e. no picture ID.

For Moriya, the graffitied reference to a man without the head, symbolized her loss of ego-persona as her ID includes a picture of her head-and-shoulder.

For her, the message was obvious. It confirmed her separation from emotional attachments and thought-clutter.

For the one who understands that less is more, going the way of the *headless* is definitely a great message.

The following week Moriya, again on her way to the bank, decided to deviate a little to follow the direction of the chalk arrow still clearly visible on the pavement. Much to her surprise, only thirty metres ahead, there was another message in the same white chalk: You are on the right Path. Scanning ahead, she saw it - a rock sculpture of The Man without a Head.

In truth, this man does have a head, and you can see the photo of this sculpture in the original version of this file in pdf format.

He is holding the head on his lap, not unlike Hamlet held Yorick the Jester’s skull and, just as Hamlet’s monologue is about the physical impermanence of life, it can be said that for Moriya, the statue symbolizes the spiritual death of the ego-persona.

About the Author

By day, a teacher of Senior English and French in Brisbane, Australia, and, by night, first a writer of novels and now a writer of spiritual material, I am on a quest of sorts – I am searching for a connection to my soul, right here, right now.
Admittedly, I have an ulterior motive – quite a strong one at that: I am trying to edit some karma out of my energy field by altering its properties.

This, from me, who a couple of years ago thought about my soul as often as the molecular composition of my body, which was never.

Dear Reader, should you wish to read the original and fully illustrated pdf versions of all the articles based on Moriya's Teachings, you will find them contextualized on C.C. on Destiny - the only page on the ‘net dedicated to her uncompromising approach to genuine spirituality.
http://www.ccsaint-clair.com/index.php?menu_id=1079&page_id=1764

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