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Saturday, April 20, 2019

Good Friday 19th April 2019 Easter


It was a hot wind that chafed the frangipani and jasmine, drawing out their scent, to then carry their floral soul through to the One, who was laterally impaled for all to see.

Once plump raisins were also expiring in the sun, and the stench from their ferment travelled the alleyways and backways, throughout the sweating city, past the fumes of ovens and pipes, invading the temple and the bath-house alike.

The stables exuded their excrement, and the blood from the butcheries stuck its tacky stink onto every dwelling besides.

There were smells of bread and peat, and oriental offerings; of mule, of rug, of dried and urine soaked mud.

Pomegranates choked the aqueducts along with cart-loads of bitter oranges and sweet limes, that had fouled, from an excess of party, committed to the waterways, bobbing the canals, riding their rush into the open sea.

Vegan meats and floral tributes graced the merchants roadside stores. Tents with souvenirs and flags, with cages of pets to be bought for sport, or confinement. Rodents were free to forage, tourists followed the circuit of the city; donating to the priests who strode the roads, with coin gatherers following behind.

By and large the world was not watching - it did not see, and if it had done, it would not have understood. For the God who was betrayed by His own, was but a ghost to them. The Christ was made of ephemeral stardust. His consciousness was, and is, the Sun. His life and death was of Earth but not of this World - for it was out of time, and of the making of worlds to come.

"I ask only that you love as I do" his thought called to the vacated streets and sleeping souls. And they slept on ...




Wednesday, December 26, 2018

The CHRIST CHILD SINGS - Christmas 2018


Faith prevails as illusions fail ~
Unmask the bandage and reveal the scars the sores, the scores,
the inimitable flaws.
Enchantments dissolve in Truth's light of dawn Criticisms wither lit bright by Moon's own mirror.
Failings too can fail: where merriment presides.
Goodbye to the cruel
For in Christ we find Life.
Christmas is all about the grace of new beginnings: of unexpected leaps into good fortune and happy humors - with the energetic kinetic reception to those forces of Heaven that refresh the soul from the inside out.

Individually and collectively, this period is very different from that of the renewal experienced at the time of trial during the Eastertide event.

The impulses and healings of Christmas are not kissed by the dark, and do not require trials to be effective in the soul.

The actions of Heaven during the Holy Nights, are more alike to a bouncing ball, when compared to the transformations of Easter, being more akin to a river reforming itself into a fountain.

From the aspect and point of Christmas we go forward.

It is a period of being open to opportunities, to incarnation, to planning and building, and conceiving new ways; whereas the impulses of Easter are of closure and renewal subsequent to Death.

Easter's start-point is Death itself. Of necessary endings. Of pain and sacrifice, of a world that suffers and cries. It is when the momentum has ceased, and the inevitable end is redeemed and received by new life - however, not of its own plane or place. The impulse then comes to push upwards, and out, of whatever stage or scenario exists.

The Christmas ball finds its own impetus and goes forward ... it is this gift from the Heavens: bringing us the ability to gleefully and wholeheartedly find new ways in the world to both better ourselves, and it also. It does not require a shift up and out from anything.

It is not so much about finding strength and courage, because we are raised beyond the need for such - and carried as the babe, on the shoulders of Christ, elevated to His view, travelling the cosmic spaces, with the security and speed of both Angel and God. This is a time for great creativity and planning. This is the season of Hope.



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Man! The Christ Child sings for every soul upon this shining globe - and yes! as controversial as it is to say - all that breathe have souls.

From amoebas to Man, and trees to beast ...

And though the forms of these souls may vary, they are all blest by the grace of this Cosmic Christmas.

The soul may eventually leave its physical embodiment, however it never stops breathing.

Breathing is Consciousness.

Whilst the deer breathes she is ensouled - when deceased, her body is only body without breath, whilst her soul has leapt forward into the heavenly fields continuing to breathe there.

When a human being stops breathing altogether deceasing this world, both the soul of the indwelling spirit takes leave, as also the animal nature of the body as well. The continuum of consciousness of the two will independently enter the spiritual worlds.

The Greater Universe breathes also, and by this very motion, this interaction, and this transaction, Life is defined.








  

Monday, June 18, 2018

Last Phase of Pregnancy- 18th September 2017


In this last phase of pregnancy, when the mother is asleep, the infant can be seen etherically lying outside of her body, contained in her arms or sleeping on top of her chest. The spirit child is not ever actually inside the growing form, not yet incarnate within it, yet is travelling with their mother throughout this time of growing.

The infant child senses deeply all of the mother's emotions and physical sensations, almost as though they were experiencing this effort to carry themselves. This bonding experience, where the two unite through this combined effort, helps to form a resonant pathway linking them both, the strength of which, carries into the earliest memories and closeness throughout the life of the child to come.

All of her sensations felt, concerns and dreams, and wonderings - whilst also, the discomforts and the tremblings - these too are known exactly and proportionately to the incoming entity. Similarly to the experience of sleep, beginning with the day backwards, so too is the experience of birth. The joint collaborative journey has begun at conception and the travelling two truly share the entire impressions through the eyes and expression of the mother to be.

Likewise, the mother can sense her child's character, purpose and striving. These elements are at their strongest during this preliminary waiting upon entrance to this world. The little being's vitality is literally empowered by that of its essential self - of that which it is, and who it is, impelling and propelling its way into incarnation.

The time of birth itself is literally a conjuncture of worlds - not so much of the hemispheres of people, as already these are fixed and intertwined - but remarkably that threshold, where the child leaves its mother to enter the body, just prior to delivery, and then to the first breath, this leap into life, 'bumps' the baby into a necessary separation so that it may now begin its individual path.






Saturday, March 31, 2018

On Earth, as it is in Heaven- 30th March 2018, Easter

It is as the opposites of the dial - the midnight of the world to midday; it is that threshold where life dives into death, and comes back up to breathe the vapours of existence yet again. Now, right now, is that tension of the seasons, where the frost will meet the warmth, where the blood will find its oxygen.

At the threshold of a new day, Humanity finds that the sadness of Christ veils its very existence for but a short while; and then, as the Easter Eastern Sun rises, the Light of the World returns.

The universe is pragmatic; whereas the Worldly perspective knows both hope and lament.

From a cosmic perspective, the Angels and the Gods, do not decry or derange, or wrestle with the might-have-beens. It is very almost an automata perspective - yet not without its charity.

In the worldly arena events and their outfalls are magnified; there are emotions and tensions that contest outcomes, that speak to effecting change, that wish for futures in the making, with dark histories cast aside and replaced.

The flux and flow of these tidal events, of these great and grand emotions of the globe and its peoples, of the struggle to improvement of each race and mind and spirit therein, is not only a progressive movement; it is a living contrast of continual contradiction.

Thus it is, the Golgotha of our soul. Of our collective souls, and collective Karma, and the resurrection out from the deepest betrayal.

"Master", we have asked: "Why have you suffered so? And, to what purpose do we suffer also?"

He replied: "It was never my intention that my own should know the pain of the spirit, of the heart, or the flesh. To experience want and hardship, to be tested, be thwarted, be lavished with insult. This was never a plan, that Humanity could sink under the weight of their burdened anxiety.

"There is but one consolation: I promise you, it will end - and to with, not only shall the suffering cease forever, but eternal peace and happiness will compromise all else. I promise you that. For this has already been won in the Heavens by me, and thus we must pray: "On Earth, as it is in Heaven".




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