This morning, I went out to be with my cats and nature. A bee came up to me. Gentle from one ear and around to the next. This went on for some time. A type of buzzing communication. A bee blessing. I watched the bee fly away. To the lavender with the other bees. I thought how intelligent bees are. More than we realize. How flowers, bees and nature and the sun coexist in a type of timeless harmony.
I asked the bees,
“Why can’t humanity live like this?”
A usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something : an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking : an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure.
Throughout the ages and across diverse cultures, we engage with the rich tapestry of oral traditions and myths that define this season. Every culture and religion possess narratives that convey significant meanings; the perpetual interplay of light, shadow, and darkness surrounds us, embodied by the sun, moon, and stars. In the solemn cave, the fire of our ancestors communicates profound truths, marking this moment as an epiphany.
Last night I read some more from the book Madame Blavatsky: The Mother of Modern Spirituality, A Biography by Gary Lachman.
It was some thirty-two years ago when this woman opened my eyes to worlds I only dreamed of; as inkling, wanderings and pondering.
I have traveled and wandered through many spiritual journeys and coming back towards her, this Epiphany of 2014 (2016) (2023), (2025) makes me realize that in truth she has never left my curious side.
Gary Lachman’s book is not an easy book to follow. He walks with us through so many chums and characters that it is more of a reference book than a simple reading biography. Yet, it can be both enjoyable and a challenge.
True to the motif of my own religiosity, I find myself aligned directly to a quote from Lachman’s book,
The central message is that the dull, dead, mechanical universe which a triumphant modern science was applauding as the height of human consciousness, was, quite simply, false, and that the world was infinitely more mysterious, more fascinating, and more alive than what the Huxley, Tyndall, and others believed. The ancients knew that and built a deeper, more profound science on that belief, a science that Blavatsky was here to revive.
