The Clown & the Saint- 26th May 1990

IF one seeks to realize just why the clown has been so popular throughout history - the jester, the puppeteer, the fire eater, knife thrower - and not the sage nor saint - then it must be reckoned firstly whether or not popularity amongst consensus is just, pure and correct.

What do the entertainers have that the master has not? It is the presumption of humility on the part of the audience, the presumption that elevates their own personal status for an instant.

The servant who performs captivates the attention by extraordinary means - and by going to such lengths, the laughter at the idiot is founded on their pinions, the wings of arrogance. If after the performance, the audience shouts "He is truly great!” it is perhaps to say "He makes me feel good, that fool, I should not do what he has done! I am happy to watch, and marvel, at such silliness."

The sage, the doctor, the scientist, cannot inspire such enthusiasm. They threaten the status of the observer. Even dogs measure the depth of their growls, and establish the superior upon meeting.

Do the humble ever laugh at the comedian, or do they weep with him at his perceptive observations? Humility is the first requirement in order to place oneself at the feet of the master, any master, be it God, or neighbour, in order to listen and learn, and strike the soul's enthusiasm.

Christ never sought a conquered people. Dictatorships arise when humility has been instilled in a weakened majority of depressed and faithless people - and then the said dictator need not dance or joke, for morale ensures his power and status. When the bellies of the people are comfortable they rarely take heed of any other.

The broken and crushed come to the teachings, this they have in common. And hopefully, if the teachings are right, they shall strengthen those that would sip of truth's elixir, and not break them further. The teacher in the clown suit will never inspire respect - even though the audience be great in numbers. The teacher who threatens and causes the souls to quake, shall not reach the hearts within. The teachers of wisdom must wait patiently, that they may work together in humility, with peace, fervor and joy in their studies.

Painting using Colored Filters- 1990

TAKE a board with a background that is not stark white, but cream/pale, pink/yellow. Take colored filters to view through, and employ each color singly.

There are to be no given lines imposed on the top of this technique. Start not from light to dark or vice versa, but from red working through the spectrum to green.

Find the pitch of color that stands out clearly through the filter and then a message visually can be enclosed in that combination. When finished, once the filter/s are removed the veiled picture should not be visible, but a different image remains on the board. Should the message be pleasant the response will be good. Many paintings have been done in this way.

The key is the use of dots. For example, overall purple, but the underlying picture is in shades of red, then interspersed with blues and lighter mauve/orange etc.. Then by use of the filter, the image in red can be deciphered.

Channeled Entities- 21st May 1990

WHAT kind of teachings come (spew) forth from such attributions? Namely, the accent is not friendly, nor pure, nor mistakenly ridiculous. Its purpose is to be memorable and memorable it is.

Remember when we spoke of breaking conversation with truth, and that the result may occur that the individual to whom it is addressed responds unhappily? But the key was that the conscious individuality was aroused and recalled and at least responded. The same applies in this technique whereby from the beginning the confrontation is absurd. It is this absurdity that has an effect of shocking and predisposing the confronted to an openness of possibility.

One must always observe the quality of the teacher who offers the teaching. The very nature of the processes offered are extremely uncomfortable to those who are awake enough in the first place to begin an opinion. Discernment appears to fly out the window in the case of the followers.

One must question the difference between the offerings of the priest to that of the novelty. It is true that the priest has not the means to impart knowledge of the soul's peregrination through reincarnation. But is this what truly taught by the creature who boasts all of seventeen such cycles?

We do not mean to place one teacher against another, nor pull one down to raise yet another. But, and but it always is, which course exactly is the captain of this ship purporting to take, and where will it arrive? Many souls are grouped off to multiple destinations, with happy dreams of future bliss, without strength or means to take command of their own hourly vigil. 

Spirituality on credit it seems - take now and pay later. But to whom? As soon as the gates are opened to make way for the veils to be accessible, hopefuls pass backwards and forwards in all creative manner.

Do men seek betterment or instantaneous perfection? The latter has been cried for since humanity's beginnings and understandably so. So they trade with the robber who comes in the night, and offer up the very inheritance of the Father, so that they may have that very inheritance. Our spiritual wealth is held in trust, and would that they could obtain it, there are those who wish to enter into its splendor - naive and darling souls who would willingly give and share their humanity with the lustful lecherous creatures of the twilight spheres.

But who really wants to offer their blood to a vampire to quell today's thirst? If the vegetable garden requires compost, do we offer our bodies to add to the matter? Should one give away a soul to those who claim to make better use of it than ourselves? So far the babes have been nurtured in their ignorance, and now that they are to venture out into the world the need for protection is no less important. The slaying of the innocents was in fact just this. The innocents were innocence lost, lost to a world that tears the human being apart to find the prize within.

Experience however will enrich the soul. As the tides of the ages, and all in consequence, buffer backwards and forwards, the soul will strengthen.

Lead me forever onwards!-1990

Lead me forever onwards!
Within the weary soul there calls -
Oh treacherous path of seasonous change,
See that distant light, hear that faraway call.

Falter not my love, for the Kingdom awaits,
With sweet smile on serene and Holy face,
Wisdom's mother in full splendor and angelic grace!

The vines that strangle the heart,
Will no longer imprison the soul.
Sleeping men, in time are beginning to stir!

Distance is deception,
We are latitude and longitude,
We are verily the length and breadth of life itself,
If only we could but know it!