JAMES DAVIS
Writer, Thinker, Mystic and Poet
The Sun’s Handmaidens by James Davis
Are you a builder through hyperspace, artists in the hidden deep of time, the merge of ancient and future dreams, the revolutions of light? Your weave of rainbows brightens and fades. Each of your waves launches a congress of celestial ships, sacred spheres of precise destiny. It is pattern, purpose, so carefully laid, poured out and shaped of your own luminous garments. Your devices are intertwined with master workers. With them you bring revelation, new colors of the rich manifold life, new rainbows brought close to the eyes; painful in resplendency, the gifts without names. You partner with invisible lords to make gleaming crowns.
For she who guarded and sustained the sanctuaries, for she who became visible, greatest reverence. At high point, all luminous, she greets us. in the celestial air we see crystal clearly. The sun's handmaidens, all arrayed in light, restore the failing links, make perfect sound–their healing fountains are all colored of mysterious fires.
I wield thought but by your color and sound. I think in your geometry. I feel your scattering stars, the breathing of souls into space. The source of commands disappears behind galaxies, to me only faint points of light in deep.
How do you implement nations and destinies so skillfully, spin the wheels of time, relate cause and effect, unfold the flower? You must love the sun, the instructions. Will you tell what geometric hyperspace stores memory and music? To you, the patterning is natural, I strain to catch a few notes of the commands. Along the hem of your garments, the notes of synchronicity flash like diamonds.
These angels, the living dimensions of spaces, the faces of god, the facets of love's creations–they have become personal–these impersonal deities of light, these supplanters of the one life, they arrest thought with pure meaning. There are days when the fiery spaces feel as intimate as our own eyes.
Brisbane Goodwill: What age were you James when you started thinking of spiritual or esoteric matters?
The first stirrings of thought were very early, the adventure unfolding in gradual steps.
In Florida, when I was eight years old, many of roads were paved with seashells and bits of related things dredged up from the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean. Many shells got pushed to the side of the road rather than ground up in the traffic. There I searched for something beautiful, a pattern, a color; the mystery of small forms used by tiny lives and discarded.
A little later, at the back door of my house by the edge of the cement walk, I collected an array of small bottles full of colored water. They fascinate me–red, and blue, and green. I am child chemist you see, and its obvious to anyone with eyes that I'm on the verge of discovering the secrets of life! My dog King, one of those creatures from which we humans learn about devotion, thinks he has already discovered it.
Now I'm 13. The library is seven blocks from my house. I walk there in the early evenings. Along the way, I whistle and sing; softly on the singing because I don't know how and its strictly in-the-shower level vocalizations. I've never heard of meditation, or yoga, but I begin to do it anyway. I have no names or concepts for the inward seeking. I think during these meditative walks, but often the thinking stops, replaced by something else. The singing is breath and the sound is searching. Among the notes and thoughts of warm summer nights, my thoughts settle into a wonderful stillness. There are sacred words in the sounds of traffic and in the voices of people on the streets. I listen to these magical sounds; I attend to them with an inner stillness. I walk in the flow of something that I will much later call energy, or fire, or light. I read myself in the fire. But I do not call it by special names, for I have no name. I'm just a boy out for a walk. Decades later, I find the words in Edward Carpenter who writes:
“What is this flood, overcoming body and sense?
I feel the walls of my skull crack, the barriers part,
The sun-flood enter–
Love, magnified, floating eternal seas of essence–
Before and behind births and deaths
Spiritual gravitation, the emergence evermore expanding.
Back to the first word of speech,
On to the last utterance of seers,
My soul catches the perfect song.”
Now I am 16, and I fall in love for the first time, for real. I don't know what such words might mean to you, but I can tell you that, in my case, it was revelation. Any true love can be a catalyst for spiritual revelation. At each stage of life we think we know what it means to be alive, but we do not know. At best, we know only a small veiled bit of what it means. My sense of everything changed, turned, spiraled up into mysterious vistas that I never had a clue about, never knew existed. Worlds within worlds opened, colours, and entities, deities, angels, realms of beauty, and the vast intricate net of fire that is part of the foundation of the world and of everything.
I am 17. It is night, a dark and windy night but lit by a full moon, stars, and a fleet of fast moving clouds. I'm on my bed looking up. There is a giant oak outside my window, heavily bearded with Spanish moss. The wind whips the giant oak, and I watch and listen to this shadowy sentinel. I've never watched or listened quiet so closely as tonight. I am thinking seriously about death. There is an answer in the wind and in the dark. The tree is old, the wind older still. Through the ages trees and wind have been with us, just like this night. This dark is the same as I sense from other lives and other times. The time tunnel is full of shadows, but I remember, I remember the essence of it. I know with absolute certainty that death is not what it seems, that we have all been here for ages and will be here ages hence.
I am 20 years old. Courtesy of the US Navy, I find myself alone in Hong Kong, with no particular place to be. I'm sitting on the edge of a cement wall, overlooking the harbor. I didn't get much sleep last night, and feeling drowsy, I close my eyes for a minute, enjoying the warm sun. I hear a small voice saying, "Are you OK?" I open my eyes and look down into the lovely face of a young girl. She is not a Hong Kong native, but a blond American, about 11 years old. She asks me a few more questions; I don't recall them. Then, this little angel invites me to come to dinner. With more than bit of surprise, I ask her how this can be and what her parents would think of that. She informs me that her parents are missionaries, and that her behaviour on this occasion is not unexpected by them. We board an open-air double-decker bus; it circles Hong Kong harbor as her home is on the far side. The child proves to be correct, and her parents expect us. I have a pleasant and unusual dinner with a family of supernaturally kind and trusting strangers. I have vague prophetic intimations of what the world might be in the remote future.
A Nimbus for All
Human imagination paints light, by tradition, as a nimbus glorifying the head of saints and saviours. Yet scriptures and mystics have affirmed the omnipresence of the light of Deity. Where then to justly locate such gold? Let us paint broadly according to omnipresence. Let us assign light lavishly to myriads of heads. Best even to leave out no one, not a single head without its nimbus of gold-coloured light. Let our prophecy be this, that we affirm the glories that surround us in people and in things. Assign then a nimbus to all, and even to the long stretch of faces through history and on to far horizons of future worlds.
And if we find those who have forgotten their glory, let them see at least the memory of it reflected in the clairvoyance of optimistic eyes. And for those who seem lost and faded to dark—regard them with realistic gaze, but also through the seed of future light, for it may be that patient angels–who plan for all time and all worlds–will have their way them at last.
I am 22 years old, in Hawaii, I meet Doris, an old woman, and very wise. She is a mystic and has a library." I visit her frequently and borrow her books. She was clairvoyant as a child, and a little of this still remains. We walk on Waikiki beach and talk about love, death, and the other big questions. Her library is full of Theosophy and related things. That same year, browsing a used bookstore, I find the book “Discipleship in the New Age, Vol 2” So begins my life-long love affair with the Alice Bailey/DK books.
BG: Was your family spiritually oriented or are you the one in the family who is different?
My family were just regular good people, with no special spiritual orientation.
BG: When did you consciously step onto the Path, and what were the circumstances?
In the relatively full brain-conscious sense, that would be when I was 22. I will say that, in reading Discipleship in the New Age, there was a certain inner denotation that brought things into focus.
BG: Is there one teacher in particular who really helped you in your search?
On the physical plane that would be Doris mentioned above. For organizing and evoking thought, the Alice Bailey/DK works were the most helpful. I did not come under the influence of any false teachers. I was protected by a bit of intuition in this, and the good fortune to absorb relatively high quality teachings at an early age.
BG: Are there any enlightening experiences you would like to share?
The Gift without Name
They come to you, unifying, communicating, manifesting in sound. We might say they use "music" or "notes," as that is an analogue the brain understands. They play the power through each center, ringing changes through the ascending body-of-light-sound that seems "I."
They show something of what and why you are in the deep infinite of life, and something of what they are, and something of what all life is. They radiate pure meaning that comes as chords of music.
The waves are infinite in variety and beauty; each strand of musical-meaning sparkles with countless seeds of future life, your life and all life. The essence of the future is there, and worlds of instruction live in each chord. With all perceptions altered, brightened immeasurably, you are grounded at last in reality. Your subsequent life, in so far as it is meaningful, shall be nothing but the translation into action of this music.
The sounds continue in the background of your best thoughts. In greatly muted from they weave their magic through all the days of your life-thank heavens for the muted notes, for fully sustained they would burn your body to ashes. You see now where the obscurations are, where the notes failed to penetrate. But it is only a matter of time before the gift without name redeems everything.
BG: James you have been an esoteric astrologer for over 40 years. [NB. Esoteric astrology is based upon the foundational idea that we are souls having a physical incarnation, here on earth to expand consciousness and illumine the mind and nature with the light of the soul. The astrology chart interpreted esoterically, reveals the plan of the Soul for the current incarnation, and is a valuable tool for those students who are endeavouring to walk the Path of Discipleship.] This forms the background note for James’ thoughts, although he says he is not currently focused in the astrology realm, having put it aside in what he said Is “a sort of new mental incarnation".
Among other things, astrology can be used as a vehicle of thought. It is both a verbal and non-verbal symbol system, symbols being tools that both enhance and limit our thought. I eventually felt the need for a new incarnation of thought which meant laying aside astrology as a major focus.
Apart from many years in astrological counselling, I developed my astrological perspective primarily from the rayological teaching in the works of Alice Bailey/DK and through statistical research. For many years I sought, with some success, to divine something about the astrological energies through objective statistical means. I reported a portion of this research in a small book, The Seven Faces of Man, Visual recognition of Astrological Types, a Scientific Intuitive Approach. This material, and a few related articles, also appeared in The Journal of Esoteric Psychology. In addition, I authored three astrological books, in order of their appearance: Astrology, Esoteric and Psychological," "Astrology of the Seven Rays," and "Meditations on Planets in Signs" The first two were CSA Press editions and are long out of print but can be found by internet search. The last I self published and copies are available (from James). Allied to my astrological work is a Self Search, a Windows program I created for assessment of ray types.
BG: What would you say is your most important work so far?
That would be my as yet unpublished book:
Morphing with Light
Or the Use of Flowers and Other Hyper-space Doorways
Together with Numerous Critiques Including
A Partial History of Attempts to Construct Interstellar
Transport Using Small Pieces of Recycled Paper
All Rendered in the form of
Essays Mystical and Critical
With a Narrative of Spiritual Experiences
And an Exploration of Some Illusory Forms
and the Essence of Everything.
BG: James, What is your spiritual goal for the future?
To put more of what I know and am learning in words and art.
BG: What do you think is the most important matter to address on earth, the greatest problem man currently faces? And what should people do to address this matter?
We humans commonly exist (not “live) in a separative spirit and with a lack of true education that results in separative religion, narrow intellectualism, egocentric grasping, political egotism, labyrinthian thinking, and materialism.
What is most needed is right education in both practical and spiritual sense.
BG: How would you define the so-called Reappearance of the Christ? What advice would you give so that people can assist this process?
The reappearance of Christ is the reappearance of Love.
It might help us to think of this, not simply in religious terms, but in terms of the whole spectrum of human culture.
BG: What are you working on now?
I’ve begun the work of rendering portions of my unpublished book in multimedia format (Text with video and music).
BG: Any final thoughts?
Childhood’s Moonlight
When I was a young child, one morning well before the sunrise, we left on a camping trip.
The sky was the dark-bright of a full Moon. The car sped along the highway and the cool wind whipped passed the open window with amazing freshness, the wind of childhood. I looked at the passing landscape of shadow-shapes, vague ghost trees, and an occasional house. There, far beyond the cool wind and ghosts was the large yellow Moon low on the horizon. It was then that I first really saw the Moon.
I have seen other moons since. Sometimes they bring an unexpected friend in the wake of their synchronicity. Sometimes they bring unusual thought, and sometimes a fire in head and a body electric. There are Moons of painful beauty that recall the visitations of childhood. They seem to open wide one of many hyperspace doors between worlds, where lights gleam from a current of numberless dimensions.
Sometimes a Moon passes by me unnoticed. I do not know one Moon from another for I’m not big on ritualistic focus. They are all benediction, but I’m not alert enough to tell one from the other, just as I can not name the stars or tell which is far or near. But I think, that in the far depths of space, there are many planets with Moons, and many children look to them.
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For many years I sought, with some success, to divine something about the astrological energies through objective statistical means. I reported a portion of this research in a small book, The Seven Faces of Man, Visual recognition of Astrological Types, a Scientific Intuitive Approach. This material, and a few related articles, also appeared in The Journal of Esoteric Psychology. In addition, I authored three astrological books, in order of their apperance: Astrology, Esoteric and Psychological," "Astrology of the Seven Rays," and "Meditations on Planets in Signs" The first two were CSA Press editions and are long out of print but can be found by internet search. The last I self published and copies are available Here.
Allied to my astrological work is a Self Search, a Windows program I created for assessment of ray types.
