Good and evil, Ardhanarisvara, God, Ireland, fiddles, love, and transformation

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After the union of good and evil has taken place, next comes the marriage of inside and out. Empty, living oneness.

I am the unifier, and the separator. Symbolic and diabolic. Ethically neutral. Hari-Hara, Ardhanarisvara. The all.

The subtle, eternal self, the ethereal self, is of matter, but not of form, and is of spirit, but not of action.

I am no longer afraid of loving myself, because I know now that fear is the absence of the love of oneself, which is the absence of God, which is the absence of one’s Godself, for God is Love, which is One.

It was a great world. A world of fiddles and fields, revelry and ribaldry. For that, my friend, is Ireland.

Like a candle burning away to shed its essential light, it is only in the moment of transformation that one is perfected and valuable to the whole. It is through this fuel-spending brightness that we add life to life, via a death which is no death but is life itself. For life, to truly be life, is a neverending transformation. Life is unending dying, and neverending birth.

I have had to rip others out of my life because I did not want them there. It is a painful and necessary process. I wanted to love unconditionally, and without dependence. I wanted my inner sanctum back.

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These fragments and quotes are taken from the unpublished writings of Jack Haas, selected from the notebooks 1990-2005.