Addictive Personalities- 1990

Look not to addiction, but to addictive personalities. Such shackles of obsessive repetition are the beast's desire for the tedious. Freedom is painful to the beast, essential for the spirit. There is a constant conflict between the two - the illustration of the two-headed llama is apt.

The beast adores surrender to its nature. Higher nature works towards subservience to man, knowing inwardly that its future will is bound to that kingdom. But when man has not the power of will to guide the animal within, the beings of repetition bound closely to sub-physical desires and gratifications, sway the undiscerning into such obedience.

The Icon Gateway- 1st April 1990

MANY an icon becomes a portable doorway for the devoted and their devotions to enter through such, with prayers and communion to the beloved Helpers. With intent and fixation these primitive depictions become meditative foci for all those who approach such doorways and windows. 

Before we may enter a house we need a door to pass through. Consolidation as such provides such an entry. The aspiring have given much importance to holy objects and depictions that become endowed with a powerful impress, and transformed with golden auric glow - such as the crowning halo.

Calling on Heaven is far more desirable to fixing one's thoughts on the woes of the world. Which of the two is the permanent reality? Which sustains?

Meditations are enriching to the soul and conveyances for the travel of divine contemplation are to be regarded. Beauty and sanctuary were once the offerings of the temples and churches of worship and the healthy basis of enriched thought.

We do not suggest gaudiness to replace tastefulness, but if a house of worship is to be set aside for such a purpose, one could work on an environ that best rejoices in the fantastic representations of the glory of the higher worlds.

Strange magic is woven..1990

Dear Reader,

We must first start this story with the end; if anything it will save you from turning to the back page…

The Heavenly Hosts rejoicingly pirouette about the head of the infant. 

The Unicorn’s blood – precious droplets fall in the tears of Man, permeating even the McDonald's chain within the tiled, sterile walls of sweetened “hospital food” “to go”.

The hideous arthritic dwarves conspire with uranium and rare earths, cunningly carving a future, literally. 

The fay folk and the Muses still whisper to inspire now the Greenies and their Pan god, battling ever daily the green-slime demons of the electric ether, who have radiated their presence into every household, stranglehold……. 

Nothing has really changed from the past dreams (‘fantasy’ it is now called), nothing save men’s perceptions of the true inhabitants of this world.

Strange magic is woven- the greatest test than ever before, it is an effort to arouse an erection of understanding “et spirito”. But the sleepers do not dictate to the gods the reality which they dream amongst.

Wash the cynicism away; cleanse the knife-sharp soul-suicide. Fortunately the King of Men is very much with us, and when all is done He shall still be with us. We have surely just begun.

Rifling through the belongings of the now deceased, was an awesome privilege, she had many times played out in her mind. Today however, was that day.


The house smelt of sweet undefinable dampness, the rooms appeared empty, even though nothing had been touched. She felt as an intruder amongst the sanctity of thoughts that still hung heavy permeating the stale collections of a lifetime. He had bequeathed all his worldly possessions and the unworldly; and yes of course, three laughs…
[unfinished]

Easter, March 28th 1990

THE spear becomes a scepter, with bauble on top, the thorny twine, an elaborate kingly crown, and the metal clamps spring open - the broken one is weightless. He rises in triumphant glory.


"I am the Alpha and the Omega!" And the quest is moving forward, the diminished are being renewed to their former glory, the stripped and battered are relinquishing their bondage. The path homeward, in heavenly procession, calls to the massive pilgrimage.


If there is one thing above all that one must be forthright and adamant about, it is the fact of renewal and divine consolation. The heritage of all beings is holy, and their evolutionary paths are laid through the heavens. No lie or illusion can mark this truth indefinitely.


The Lord has come to set things aright. Conceptions of this inspire charity and pity towards the wretchedness in the state of man. This can be a misleading perspective as the pictures given can indicate that we are wretched and pitiable in our true condition. But the Lord, who sees us and knows us, does not actively challenge our inner beings to turn around, rise up and join him, if surely His work was from grief alone. Rather, He realizes our true perfection, and through Him true perfection is realized as He is the key. He holds the world on His scepter. He defies the illusions cast of our degradation. This is a subtle, but nonetheless important view of the attitude in regards to our forecast.


Through his Blood, which watered the earth - diluted and potent - we are steeped in a remedy which brings Man back to the Gods, and can turn us around, as we go screaming into space.


Go and find your way in the world, and when you have discovered all there is to know, return. This is the story of the Father and Son.