Silvia Hartmann's Project Sanctuary
Project Sanctuary, Sesame Street & The Language Of The Angels
I always say that REALITY REALLY IS
COMPLICATED. Incredibly complicated. Layers and layers of reality, interactive,
all happening and evolving at the same time.
That's why we need language forms to handle that REALITY COMPLEXITY.
"The cat walks in the garden" doesn't tell us sod all about very important
aspects of this occurrence. Such as WHY. And HOW. And what its purpose is. This
may not be that critical in the case of a cat, but make the cat a real lion, and
it walks in your garden where your kids are playing in a sandbox nearby, then it
really is critical TO BE INFORMED OF THE BIGGER PICTURE.
What this is about is "language events". In the
Teller I go on for some length about the difference between "fact and
Unfortunately people have been brainwashed to think that fact is TRUTH and
fiction is LIES, and it's the other way around.
Especially when you are dealing with the energy levels and layers of any kind of
communication, and you try to have the reality and the energy of something AND
THE WORDS YOU USE to describe this, become CONGRUENT.
When I started to think of "dream material" for the want of a better word, or
"unconsciously generated streams of information in sound and visions" as BEING A
LANGUAGE, things became easier.
When I then considered that ALL SYMBOLS humans use, inside and outside of
themselves, and including maths, art, words, shapes, EVERYTHING that humans make
as languages also, I got it that we basically just don't understand how the
"unconscious thought processes" work at all because we don't speak their
That metaphors ARE a language in their own right, that they have regulations,
rules, laws even, and that instead of totally insane and chaotic, we are dealing
with a highly complex system that is TOTALLY LOGICAL - just far more complicated
and information dense than we are used to, because it is:
a) all the same time;
b) always in fluent motion;
c) comprising of components derived from BOTH visible, and invisible reality;
d) more than one layer of depth.
Now, when I learned English, I did so not from a schoolbook but by IMMERSION.
I watched Sesame Street on BFBS TV. I sang the songs about inchworms and
marigolds, tried to figure out which of these things just doesn't belong there,
watched the stories about the kingdom of 8, where there stood a castle, tall and
great, and listened to Ernie and Bert go through their weirdnesses.
I was 11 years old at the time and just "went with the programme".
After a while, a clarity began to emerge and when Kermit asked a question, I
could answer him.
I totally loved doing this and was TOTALLY MOTIVATED to learn more. By the time
I was 14, I was getting the local bookshop to import me things like Wuthering
Heights and The Picture of Dorian Grey in the original English language.
By that time, English lessons at school had started too and with horror I sat
through them, fascinated by the suffering of my class mates who SO UTTERLY
FAILED TO GET IT how the language worked, who couldn't express themselves AT
ALL, who didn't understand what the fuck was going on, who couldn't do the
exercises, couldn't answer the questions, and ended up HATING this language I
loved so much and spoke by then at least more fluently than the English teacher
did. Which wasn't that difficult as he was just total SHIT at it and hated it
most likely a lot more than his young charges ever could.
As this approach had worked so usefully for me and was obviously such a
competitive advantage, when it came to the metaphor thing, I decided to make my
own version of Sesame Street - and it's called Project Sanctuary!
Stories. Puzzles. Songs and poems. Happenings and events. Kermit becomes a
spirit guide, Miss Piggy a sanctuary lover. The colours are bright and we get to
write our own entertainment, sexual excitement, fascination and exploration as
we go along.
And all the while we do that, we are LEARNING SOMETHING REAL, SOMETHING
INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT - namely what I think is the NATURAL LANGUAGE OF HUMANITY.
One language. One that is structurally pre-supposed by our totality design
concept, courtesy of the Creative Order, and which holds for ANY human being
born, no matter what their breed may be.
One language that Jung mistook for "archetypes". One language that drove Joseph
Campbell insane as he picked up "the stories of the world" and KNEW there was
something eerily similar about all of them and never quite got it what it was.
One language that in essence hasn't changed at all for a hundred thousand years
and that when things are originated in that language, and then translated
carefully by someone who knows how to align LOCAL SOUNDS with REAL ENERGETIC
INFORMATION, ends up being things like Shakespeare, or the Bible, the Thora, the
Koran, the original Latin prayers of the Christian church or the Sanscrit
prayers of Hinduism.
THAT is the power of the language known as "metaphor".
The ONE language. The language of the
And like my poor, poor fellow English students back then, virtually no-one
speaks it. One or two people per generation, if you're lucky.
Yet I absolutely KNOW FOR EVERY FACT IN THE UNIVERSE that if I was to take the
same students from back then who failed so miserably to learn English properly,
that I could teach them to love English too and become as unconsciously
competent in expression as I am.
They were born to learn, born to think, born to understand.
We all are.
Metaphor - the language of the angels! - is a bridge back to THINKING LIKE
We got the brains. We got the power. We're just running shit operating systems
that aren't using them correctly and ruining our incarnations in the process.
We NEED to do this, if we want to get back to real reality and out of the crazy
theatre of conscious constructs. We really NEED this kind of computing power to
understand ourselves, the world, and in the end, not get in the way of being
back with the Creative Order itself, with God, if you will.
It's really THAT important.
Without metaphor, no enlightenment.
LOL and that would be that, in a nutshell - one of those very big cosmic
nutshells, in which there are galaxies upon galaxies, at that ...
A perfect triple helix spiral to all,