Inscendence as a complementary word to the transcendence brings you contemplations on various topics from the perspective of the reflective, associative and internal intelligence. A journey into depths to find, like Rumi said, the “Messiah, in my heart, I bear.” (مسيحا در دلم پيدا و من بيمار می گردم).
Enjoy the articles. Take them in. More than philosophical discussions or my attempts to convince you of anything, approach them as gentle meditations. Let them reveal that which your own Inner Heart knows. Perhaps they invite you to dream or to look at Reality with an expanded gaze.
[The articles from the old website, Orphic Inscendence, are here too.]
A Story of Senses: Touch
With touch one can see — drawing a line with one's finger against another's eyebrows, against the jawline, nose, waistline, hips, has the eye of the heart get a more complete image. It sees that which the sensorial eye had missed. A hand in another's hair & it is only then that its texture, length, volume & thickness are truly perceived. Fingers find hidden structures & reliefs. With eyes closed & with the hands, one draws lines & sees without seeing. A blindman sees with touch, for the mind brings images from the memory far beyond & greater than his life.
The Metaphysics of Beauty Rituals
This female avatar is known as the goddess of Enchantment. Dancing and tricking the asuras into giving her the Amrita, she gives it back to devas. There are a few retellings of the story, and in some of them, Mohini is described as Maya, illusion of the Vishnu or even his false appearance. But in either case, the Maya or Illusion is used to serve the dharma, that is, the righteous action.
The Renaissance of the Body
In that moment, the Other is not just an object of one's desire, a thrill of life or a mere biological pull towards reproduction but rather the very personification of the "Song of Songs" or Rilke's powerful angels. Only once they had been taken into Dionysian depths, do the Apollo's potent rays shine and suddenly, the object of one's desire is transformed into a source of heavenly, divine light. The darkness of Dionysus has become locus for the light of Apollo, the terror disappears and one bathes in light.