Donald Traxler's Poetry: July 2021

Saturday, July 31, 2021

There Is Nothing to Say / ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎥᏝᎪᎱᏍᏗ ᎯᏁᎩ

Friday, July 30, 2021

Thursday, July 29, 2021

Nagna's Book XVI - I Do Not Belong to One Country / ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎤᏙᏣᎳᏎ ᏌᏊ ᎠᏰᎵ-ᎤᏙᏢᏒ

Tuesday, July 27, 2021

Nagna's Book XV - I Am Not the Past / ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᏧᏩᎫᏔᏅᏒ

Nagna's Book XIV - I Am Not This Body / ᎠᏯ Ꮭ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎯᎠ ᎠᏰᎸ

Sunday, July 25, 2021

Nagna's Book XIII - Knowledge and Ignorance / ᎥᎦᏔᎲᎢ ᎠᎴ ᎤᎧᏁᎳ

Friday, July 23, 2021

Nagna's Book XII - Who Is the "I?"/ ᎦᎪ ᎨᏒᎠᏎ "ᎠᏯ?"

Thursday, July 22, 2021

Nagna's Book XI - There Is Only Consciousness / ᎨᏒᎠᏎ ᎤᏩᏌ ᎠᏕᎶᎰᏍᎪ

Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Nagna's Book X - The Individual Body-minds / ᎠᏂᏏᏴᏫᎭ ᎠᏰᎸ-ᎣᏓᏅᏛᏗ

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Nagna's Book IX - Above the Astral level / ᏃᏈᏏᎯ-ᎤᏩᎾᏕᏍᎪ ᎦᎸᎳᏗᏢ

Monday, July 19, 2021

Nagna's Book VIII - We Must Go Beyond the Astral / ᎢᏧᎳ ᎠᏎ ᎠᎾᎩᏍᏗ ᏃᏈᏏᎯ-ᎤᏩᎾᏕᏍᎪ ᎤᏗᏗᏢ

Friday, July 16, 2021

Nagna's Book VII - Everything that We See / ᏂᎦᏛ Ꮎ ᎢᏧᎳ ᎪᏩᏔᏎ

Thursday, July 15, 2021

Nagna's Book VI - Our Light / ᎠᏆᏤᎵ ᎤᎸᏌᏓ

Nagna's Book V - Everything Depends / ᎢᎬᏩᏓᎴᎩ ᎠᎵᏍᎦᏍᏙᏓᏎ

Nagna's Book IV - We Who Do Not Carry / ᎢᏧᎳ, ᎧᎪᎢ Ꮭ ᎠᏫᏛᏓᏎ

Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Nagna's Book - III We Must Respect / ᎢᏧᎳ ᎠᏎ ᎪᎯᏳᎯ

Monday, July 12, 2021

Nagna's Book - II The Body Is only the Vehicle / Ꭰ⁠Ᏸ⁠Ꮈ⁠ ⁠Ꭸ⁠Ꮢ⁠Ꭰ⁠Ꮞ⁠ ⁠Ꭴ⁠Ꮹ⁠Ꮜ⁠ ⁠Ꭰ⁠Ꮶ⁠Ꮪ⁠Ꮧ⁠

Sunday, July 11, 2021

Photo: One Hundred Years / sgohitsuqui tsudetiyvda

Nagna's Book - I / ᎪᏪᎵ ᎤᏰᎸᎭ ᎥᎿᎢ - I

Friday, July 9, 2021

Photo: When You Put On the Sacred Beads

Photo: The Levels above the Astral (नग्न कहते हैं)

Thursday, July 8, 2021

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

Saturday, July 3, 2021

Dream? Or Astral?

I keep a notebook beside my bed. I write there lines of poems, and other things that come into my head.

In the morning hours of today, I wrote "the laboratorium on "sea-gate." This was a reference to something that I had heard in a "dream" that was, perhaps, not a dream. It was, further, a reference to a fresh-faced young woman, I would say in her early twenties, who gave my soul a little more peace than it had had in the earlier hours of the morning. I was given to understand that she worked in the "laboratorium on sea-gate." I also knew, somehow, that "sea-gate" was not the correct spelling, and that it really began with "sz" or "sc." I deduced, from the English preposition "on," that it might be an island.

Once I was up. and sitting in front of the computer, I googled "seagate," and only came up with a maker of computer hard drives. "Sea-gate" was no better. In the back of my mind was the rather common Hungarian name "Szigethi" or "Szigethy." I had no idea what it meant, or if it even had a meaning, or how to pronounce it. A surname site that came up automatically told me that it meant "insular." I went to Google Translate and translated the English word "island" into Hungarian. It came up "sziget." I clicked on the little speaker symbol to hear the pronunciation, and a woman's voice pronounced it "see-gaet." I translated the English word "laboratory" into Hungarian, and it came up "laboratórium."

Now I would like to make it clear that I not only do not speak Hungarian, but I know NOTHING about Hungarian, which I have never studied. It is probably the only language in Europe that I do not at least know something about.

The first Hungarians I ever met were at an Esperanto meeting in San Francisco, in the middle 1960s. Since we did not speak each other's languages, we spoke "our" language, Esperanto. In the early 1980s, I knew a Hungarian family in Barcelona, but we conversed in either English or Spanish. I do not speak any Hungarian at all.

And yet, in my "dream," there were two words of the Hungarian language, referencing a woman whom I did not know (or at least, did not recognize). What am I to make of this? It seems to me that there are three possibilities:

1) It was just a dream, with no significance.

2) It was Astral-plane communication, at which I am becoming somewhat adept (I am developing the ability to function as a psychic medium). I experience many Astral communications, some intentionally, and some accidentally. Only once before has one of them involved a language that I do not speak (Vulgar Latin).

3) It may have been related to one of my past lives. I am a believer in reincarnation (although I see it a bit differently than some), so I regard this as also a possibility.

The least likely is 1). Either one or both of the other two may be in play here. I tend toward 2).

But who was the young woman who gave me a sense of peace?

Friday, July 2, 2021

Photo: Emitte lucem tuam (from Psalm 43,3)

"Send forth thy light and thy truth,

they have led me and guided me

into thy sacred mountain

and into thy tabernacle,

and I will go in to the altar of God,

to God who gives joy

to my youth."