I was woken this morning – as I am almost every day – by Caw. And I knew, suddenly, that the Book of Caw needs to be written. Maybe by me, maybe by someone else. Who can say? All I know is that the image of The Book of Caw is lodged in my mind now and the only thing that will move it on is for me to start writing.
So what is Caw? I imagine you asking. (And why are sentences – proper ones – so elusive this morning? I ask myself. Probably because the words are coming from somewhere where punctuation doesn’t hold sway. I’ve visited that somewhere quite a bit recently, which would explain a lot.)
OK. An easy way out of the definition conundrum would be to say something like, ‘Caw is Oneness, or All That Is’. That, though, is so all-encompassing as to be almost devoid of meaning for us – a bit like asking someone to imagine an infinite universe… Fortunately, Caw can be explored in many ways, and each of them helps us to discover more of the truths behind the truism, and to apply them to what we know of our own existence.
Say the word aloud, and you will immediately have one of it’s aspects – Caw is core. It lies at the very heart of every facet of existence. It’s the point we come back to, after our little forays into the game of materiality. We have Caw strength at the centre of our existence. It’s unmoving, solid, steadfast and entirely dependable, yet it will flow with us, wherever we go. (Yes, there’s a paradox there – the first of many. Always think ‘and’ rather than ‘or’ with Caw.)
If it were an acronym, CAW could be formed from, perhaps, Consciousness Applying Will. In that sense, it is placing intention into consciousness – or vice versa – in order to manifest or create. That, after all, is how our miniverse here is fabricated.
Let’s stop metafizzing, briefly, and bring Caw into our familiar material world. As I said at the start, Caw wakes me each morning. It is the sound of the corvids – the rooks and jackdaws and magpies that restlessly circle my cottage, squawking to one another, playing some complex aerial game of tag and scattering black feathers in my garden. I won’t even begin to delve into the folklore that surrounds this family of birds, but it’s found all around the world. They are mysterious, intelligent, cunning and wise. Certainly not light and fluffy. They have a gravitas that commands attention and respect, verging on fear at times. Caw is all that.
Caw is the rook on the chessboard, too. Sometimes hiding in the corner, biding its time; sometimes castling – not afraid to reveal itself in order to protect what is of the most value. Then, when the time is right, striking suddenly – covering vast distances in a dead straight line to get to the core of the action. Caw is that too.
Caw is gnosis, knowing, deep knowledge that comes from a point of insight and certainty. It is not born of opinion or consideration. It is not gradually acquired through study. It is our direct link to the Akasha and it comes in instant flashes. Once recognised, we know – absolutely and with utter certainty – that this is right. It cannot be any other way.
That is in no way an exhaustive account of Caw. Other aspects will occur to you, and they will all be valid, but I will let that serve as an introduction.
To work with Caw, we need to dispense with a few sacred cows. We need to try to rid ourselves of:
- cause and effect
- common sense
There is, of course, nothing wrong with any of them, except that they only work in 3D. They only apply to the mechanistic model of the universe we built for ourselves with our cosmic construction set.
To work with Caw, we need to put aside that much-loved toy and move into reality. It is Caw that will lead us there.