by Celia Coates

Dorothy Walters, Mystic and Poet

Word came this week of the death of Dorothy Walters.
She was born on March 17, 1928 and became a professor of English literature who also helped to found one of the earliest women’s studies programs while at Wichita State University in Kansas. In 1981 her life, her entire being, changed.
She wrote about what she later learned was a kundalini awakening in her book, UNMASKING THE ROSE.
You can read some of what she had to say about her experiences in a WINN post from 2018:  https://winnpost.org/2018/03/09/gifts-from-the-serpent/

Here is one of Dorothy’s poems from SOME KISS WE WANT: Poems Selected and New –
THEORIES
And now there are, it seems,
theories of everything-
of love, of death, of sleep,
of winning or losing,
of the origin of stars,
or where we might have come from
so many years ago.

Dostoevsky abhorred those systems
in which the so-called rational
governs human affairs.
philosophies which ignore spirit
and human feeling,
those inner lights
which deliver us
from false assumptions,
and thus save us from betraying
others and ourselves.

Now science posits entire
universes beside and within
our own,
parallels where time, space,
the arc of enlightenment,
the dark night of the soul’s eclipse
are all happening constantly, contiguously,
perhaps even in our own living space,
all undetected by our shrunken senses.
But if we cannot see it,
how can we believe?

Something shadows us,
insists on asking
what about all that nightly going
hither and thither,
ghost forms streaming out of the body,
toward the light
and back again,
skating between time present
and the lost ages
of tribal memory.
And of course, accounts
of angels, strange encounters
with curious forms, from dwarfs
to demons,
stories of those who travel timelessly
from one spot to another,
see great distances,
or appear in many places
all at the same moment.

That most celebrated man
of recent years,
with his famous halo of glinting hair
gave us
theories of the stars,
the planets hung in their twirling spaces,
their dizzying rounds,
but nothing on this,
our constant dilemma,
who, in fact,
we truly are,
into what universe our journey
takes us now.

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The fractal image that leads this post is by alto2 from Pixabay.

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