Peanut Butter & Baloney Sausage- 6th April 1991

Greetings,
THE entire framework for concise ideas is as an archway, built stronger for the curve. 

Concentric circulic ideas in living motion, permeating the various levels of thought, are of course complete. For as with all that lives in motion, there is a beginning and an end. However, in the world of ideas the snake would eat its tail, as the complete idea shall follow through to its very beginning, thus leading to an elevated motion of thought on its respective higher level, and so on.

Truth visibly lives. Truth manifests itself firstly through manifestation. Interestingly enough, untruths live by deception alone: of presenting that which truly is not. This is not to be taken as merely a simplistic notion of itself, but the first rule or guideline as to the rudiments of fundamental occultism.

Manifestation can present itself and represent the spirit in many ways, on many levels. Therefore one can never discount any particular form of life, whether it be organism or hierarchy. But clearly there is that which is and that which simply isn't.

Secondly, we may impart a truth to another, and this is a special transference of a living concept, of a reality - a veritable tonic for the soul. This may be considered as the secondary manifestation of truth, and again is life-filled and imbued with a yet stronger life by him who has passed it on to another, or even into the ether.

One may ask then, surely a falsehood may be given life and then by being imbued with such life has become a reality of its own and therefore a truth? Certainly it is an unsustainable truth, that can for a time be experienced, and surely there are dangers in imparting such guileful falsehoods of misrepresentation that hold no nourishment for the soul, as they can even grow of themselves. 

Seemingly flourishing by more of the same, they spread throughout the metabolism of the individual and the thought arena of the world, in reckless armies that seek recognition of their own without there being any real substance or foundation to these soulless concepts. Sadly, they are not to know that they are soulless, as the temporary life that fed them is real enough, and these conceptual bodies are merely impressionable vehicles who have no karma in any particular situation of their own.

It is unfortunate to say that there are those who would happily rejoice in setting swarms of fruit fly into the orchard - and one can understand this upsetting behavior by observing their need to sustain themselves.

Truth leads to truth, untruth feeds on untruth, brothers they are and the bond inevitably leads to dependence one way or the other.

This is why it is so important to keep constant vigilance against that which is misrepresented in the world of thought, because apart from there being no substance, reality or spirit within, it is not meaningless but quite dangerous. All concepts are to be regarded seriously.

The gourmet may well find himself quite ill where hunger has ceased to take first place in the nourishing of the constitution, and the tenuous novelty has exceeded all good instincts.

The Universal Egg- 4th April 1991

Shalom,
UNFOLDING universes present that picture of the egg indeed. With a whorl of compounded macrocosmic activity, buzzing, spiralling, confounding, configuring, preparing, evolving, and amassing.

All of this above described activity conjugates within the universal egg. Although it is unnecessary to picture our Father as the universal chicken!

However, returning to sensibilities, at least for the moment, the festival of Easter is celebrated by all of our folk. However, we mark the festival of eggs to coincide with the appropriate equinox, rather than a moon-date, to be exact.

New beginnings bring such joy to the world. Possibilities, rather than distinct complicated consequences, are the harbingers of hope and freedom. Ponder for a while that the enjoyment of a story never lies in the final outcome: the end, but in the mystery of the storyline itself, the anticipation and the experience. 

All beginnings are blessed, save of course those which are the beginning of an end, which is always unwelcome. When we rejoice at mankind endeavoring to come spiritually to a certain fruition, this is with the hope of ever new beginnings and possibilities, rather than mass annihilation in an omnipresent slumber.

Whosoever pictures unto themselves a pool of souls combined as a soup-mix, foresees an unenviable future prospect indeed. Were we to forsake our consciousness achieved, earned and longed for, we should regress in the soul-consciousness as in a group of animals, from which we formerly owe our pool of experience thankfully to. However, should God Himself plant seeds of identity and super-consciousness only to ask that it be relinquished in the final passing through the gates of knowledge? One would expect to find some gold at the other side!

Death- 1991

IF the Lord reveals to you much beauty in life and sweet satisfaction thereof, why not in death also? From where does the babe spring from? Shall we commit our beloved and also our self, merely to dust?

Grief speaks to us of personal loss, but one need not grieve for those who have gone ahead of us. As on holiday, when one awakes to a new bed and glances all around, so saying:-

"Now I know where I am, for I am not in my bed back home. I have journeyed to where I shall best recuperate and invigorate.

"It is as a warm summer breeze coming through my sunlit window, carrying those fragrant echoes from that glorious garden which awaits my exploration. Down into meadow, through forest to crystal springs that flow - I can smell the sweet pasture, now the herb garden and now the fruit grove.

"I have returned to a favorite spot. I shall make many a new friend. The lines of tired years have dissolved, and a certain strength, a youthful excitement, runs through my being. I can move without effort! I am content and yet in quiet ecstasy, as so many worries I have had all around me are no longer with me. I am thrilled with the prospect of discovery.

"Ah yes, I had a dream whilst I slept. Curious it was, this dream that I held. May I peep through the window to remembrance? There were faces and places, and much goings-on. Just now in thinking of them, it is as though I hear certain voices a'calling.

"I can see the beautiful faces of my family as they are gathered in a crowded room. Yes there are others I know also, some I recognize and some I do not recognize. They are solemn today. Perhaps I shall look in tomorrow. But wait! I may hear their prayers, I hear their music. I can hold the flowers that they brought to me.

"That's it! This is an occasion, held in my honor. Oh dear God! I am startled, for I realize that this party is gathered for a funeral. A funeral for my death! I wish them well, these special people. I am sorry if I have caused them pain. I shall look in on them from time to time.

"I do not wish to forget; no I shall not forget - but isn't it strange how clearly I do perceive those events and those people? Goodness, I was one of those people! And that which I enjoyed, pales compared to that which I loved. But I know this place well. . . I have been here before; it's like home to me now.

"I wonder what is outside of that door. I wonder what I shall go on to find. I am relieved that this is death. I am relieved of much. I must find the ones that are here already. I shall go and be with them, for I have missed them dearly. There is so much to do and I have only just begun.”

The Rock-Face- Easter 1991

I GIVE you the picture of a man edged up against a rock-face. With sheer will his strength has caused a boulder to hold the gate of the mountainous rock-face, supported. There is an opening from which many flee out from behind that rock, verily a multitude of beings, of souls, all who were prisoner- the aged and the children of God- all who had been in captivity from what had seemed since the world was new; stumbling and fleeing, some leading, holding hands and guiding. Picture the multitudes in tatters and rags, blind to the sunlight, supporting one another.

And this one man still holds fast, supporting the immense bulk that towers above. He must continue until the last soul has escaped the gate, and still they keep coming. No-one can take his place. There is no rest offered, and the time has escalated to such, that this was the task set to do and that it will be done.

Three days and three nights the rock-face has been held. Those who were captive are captive no more - sublime and holy, miraculous release! But what of the solitary figure who withstood the damning rock-gate? Now we give you the last days of our Savior and Lord: the Christ.

Although unseen, there was much that was done - all was accomplished, in those hours of Crucifixion. Verily, souls were given their sublime release, souls whose freedom had been bound to both kings and demons, in chains and bondage that no other could have brought release from.

Here the mission reached total fruition. Here, although not documented as in a visible gateway, our Lord with all His Might threw over the powers of darkness. Out from a seeming feebleness came a Might unimagined.

Sweet passing could have been instigated at any moment, there need not have been a spear or nail; but the task was set, and freedom, freedom from earthly reins, was not sought until the freedom of the children of Man had been accomplished - as was done. 

In joyous uprising our dear Christ gave forfeit to those plans and destinies that had otherwise been played out and maneuvered, to enslave and encapture the kingdoms of Man.

When the boulder was drawn back, our dear Lord Christ did defy the wardens! He who went first down into the prisons and tombs of humanity, then followed last to signal the age of entrapment to have crumbled.

And when in the days to come when all humanity places Him first and above all, we may pass joyously yet, through the gates ahead: the gates of gold. (Not pearly!)