Showing posts with label Stuart Wilde. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stuart Wilde. Show all posts

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Tag. You're It!




The ontology of things ─ objects, substance, stuff are all one thing ─ raises questions about the world’s origin or original principle (arche) and its nature (physis). The Conflicting-Worlds model holds that science and religion are mutually exclusive ways of knowing. Science is one ontological perspective, a way of studying what exists and ways of being of different kinds of things. Religion provides another ontological perspective or another way of adding something to the study of what exists. Those who adopt the Same-Worlds-Model, argue that science and religion are different epistemologies not different ontologies. Probably most of those who believe in the Same-Worlds-Model believe in a Higher Power, a God, Divine Architect in some form, who created man with the capacity and responsibility to explore logic, pure mathematics and physics. I can believe what I want but I like to read from both sides of the Möbius Strip.

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Monday, May 13, 2013

Legends, Lunchboxes & Scallywags

Legend Café, with Leonard French paintings on wall, Bourke Street, 1956.

A short time ago, I learned that Stuart Wilde popped his clogs on May Day in Ireland.  I enjoyed Stuart's humour while some of his writings scared the squirrel crap out of me.  His writings drew me into a deeper questioning of my own naive gullibility and ability to discriminate and think critically.

I have most of his books.  He was my teacher.

I am still terribly spiritual without a pot to piss in and I know what that phrase means in the historical sense.

How precious it was to walk in this world, to breathe the same air, to look at the moon and the stars at the same time as a legendary teacher.  I would not have missed it for the whirlwind.


Somewhere, out at the edges, the night
Is turning and the waves of darkness
Begin to brighten the shore of dawn
 
The heavy dark falls back to eary
And the freed air goes wild with light,
The heart fills with fresh, bright breath
And thoughts stir to give birth to colour.
 
 

 
 
May I live this day
 
Compassionate of heart,
Gentle in word,
Gracious in awareness
Courageous in thought,
Generous in love.
~ John O'Donohue
 
 
 
Vale, Stuart Wilde
[1946-2013]
 
 



 

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Now, I Lay me Down to Sleep.....

St Bride
1913 tempera on canvas
by John Duncan
[1866-1945]



John Duncan was born in Dundee, Scotland, on July 17, 1866. As a child, he found his calling to be art; by the age of 11, he was a student at the Dundee School of Art. Art was his calling, as he admitted he heard “faerie music” when painting. He was therefore truly angelic, born with a mission to paint the fairy realm.


Friends & Family sadly announce the passing of globally respected Author & Metaphysical Teacher Stuart Wilde. Wilde suffered a fatal heart attack on a scenic drive through Ireland on Wednesday May 1st, 2013.