The Magic of Shared Beauty

When I heard the word "blog" for the first time I was repelled by the choice. When I began to catch on to its potential for the ready expression of individuality, it frightened me, as it sounded like the perfect tool for the personal ego to seize upon and lift itself to its own imagined heights of glory.

Now, a bit later and a bit more calmly, I think it has the potential for me to share something of the beauty I have experienced many times now of personal intuition. Not that I can claim a monopoly or even an important share of beauty flowing from one's intuitive capacities, but over quite a few decades now I have found it producing material which has caused me to baptize the term "The magic of shared beauty."

I was perhaps already half way through the span of my lifetime when I first heard a close friend speak of the spiritual gift in this age of generalized availability of intuition to the average human being. I had been convinced already for some years of the great value of intuitive capacities, but had always thought of them being reserved to rare and favored individuals, whether by genetic structure or divine ordination I did not bother to try to decide. I had done just enough creative writing by that time to be impressed with what I could sometimes wrote with a minimum of planning and mental gymnastics. I was all for it.

I used my own intuition considerably during a project spent with a group of thirty-five hippies in one of the American ordained centers of early hippidome, discussing the basic principles of various brands of mystic belief. We had limited attendance to the experiment, which I had confessed as being a complete new venture to me, but I offered to bone up prior to each of the Monday night sessions we dedicated to sharing our thoughts during three months. And I even promised to conduct a second one when the first finished if they would not try to bring in anyone above the sanctified figure of thirty-five, as I wanted us to be able to trade thoughts.

Those three-month long groups continued for three years until I was transferred back to Europe for another job, but it was an exciting adventure in the shared beauty of intuitive thought and form that I had not dreamed of when I had offered to lead it.

It is something like that three years of sharing of creative thought that I would like to suggest between us in this blog. I would put a new one from the week's supply of morning intuitions onto the blog, and it would be open to the reader to reflect and if he wished, to enter his own thoughts during that time; and then a new one would be placed by me from my week's store of I hope intuited beauty.

I have no intent of trying to sell something, nor even answer any of the comments or even queries that might be posted by the readers. I introduce myself now as Dusk, and have a friend I shall call Sixteen, who will have a small group of carefully chosen friends who will read through postings, comments and queries, and if they agree that something needs deeply to be commented upon, they will do so, but I do not commit myself to any type of comment or suggestions.

I will try to keep the length of my postings of intuitions to a readability of one minute, if you are a fairly fast reader, but the words will not disappear from your screen after one minute. That just happens to be my sense of the span of attention of beauty that attracts me.

I propose the beginning phrase that draws me for my first blog: "The cleansing of the Truth of Oneness."