The LOVE of TRUTH & a Sieve for Panning for GOLDEN Precepts- 1991

WHO is above self correction? Is there a pure man who needs only to bathe once a year?

Christian motivationalists have the essence of a good doctrine when it is applied firstly and foremost to every other man, before themselves.

One must be tardy when approaching solemn truths, and yet with the boldness of children who defy social sensibilities, we face the mysteries of the world and abruptly rebuke them - in ignorance, in attitude and pretence - that such mysteries are no longer worthy of our attention. Such is an unrequited love, when we turn from the mysteries of the world. 

Truth stands lonely awaiting on hilltop, ever disappointed that her lovers do not recognise her anymore. But instead, they run into the arms of another. They embrace the images of hoof and clover, they prize the self-portrait, reinstating, reaffirming all of the while that their marriage to their doctrines denies the company of any other.

So often Truth is denied in this way, forbidden to enter where such doctrine does dwell, lest she come between the old lovers: the man and his self-chosen society. But she will wait and she will endure. Truth remains when doctrine has ceased its usefulness. Truth has insight beyond the concepts expounded and ignited in any age.

The young seek their love with inspiration and great enthusiasm, and when they find the image of Truth reproduced in a doctrine or a system of faith, understandably they cease to inquire, being content that they have found their true lover. Faithful, they cling to this society or religion, so faithful that they dare not move outside of the circle. . . but Truth, unlike a society, is free from the marks of Man. Truth will not conform and will not be bound by chains to the feet of her lover. So the weight at the other end of this said chain is not Truth in captivity. She will freely give and give of herself, but will not be altered or bound in liberty of expression by any man. It is a false lover that bends to the whims and demands, who cajoles the wayward personality and assures them all work is done and achievements are over.

To find the free spirit of Truth one must look ever anew. Are we to be satisfied with one who merely resembles Truth? Many are. When Truth smiles at you and the radiant comprehension fills heart and enlightened mind, such sweet experience is a most happy recollection, tinged with sorrow at the intimate joy just past. Do not fret, she shall come to you again; but not of chains and by fettered approach - only the false lover is compelled in this way.

The iron will does seek to drive all desires inward, magnetised to attract that which suits twin images of personality. The will is for self-mastery, not for mastery over that which it cannot affect. The will of iron knows not the golden truth. It is the heart which is kindred, that attracts the gold of truth- to sieve through the grit and expel it accordingly, to pan the worldview and find the true gold. Oft times it is in such expulsion of self-values that in one sack of grit, one speck of real value is recovered.

Such labor never ceases. When labor ceases and true purpose is cast aside, we cease. False lovers offering comfortable alms may satisfy a personality, who, like attracting like, gives certain pleasure to themselves. The false lover will whisper to you of all you want to hear, entertaining the self-satisfying nymph who whispers of self, religion or politic. 

The soul of man is not satisfied so easily. The soul of man craves the company of his beloved: of Truth. There is no comfortable bed for the soul in doctrine. Rather, the soul's spirited passion is in searching for Truth, and the moment realized of grand and exquisite encounter again and again.

Social Work- 22nd June 1991

MISSIONARIES of the past were visionaries. Courageous and blinded to the outer conditions, they went forth with determined grit. As known now, both wonderful and harmful consequences ensued from such well-meant offerings. In the clamor to reach the poorer naive races (as was thought), the missionaries presence if nothing else, changed those tribes and races irreparably, almost from the start. With the benefit of hindsight would they, the crusaders, have managed their tasks differently?

The issue today is spent. There remains no people untouched by the affinities of others pressing in on them. Many a concerned anthropologist wonders of the changes in recent years whereupon so many are influenced for the better or for the worse in global marriage. Few seek now with fervor to convert a people religiously. The same enthusiasm is now in the field of health and healing. The fieldworkers as such, bring knife and needle, sterilize and immunise- often imposing yet further. Their forefathers in charity, of course, introduced many an ill to the very same people they are now trying to bandage; and with much of the same bloody-minded righteousness, they return again and again with the thought of the day. 

As before, the tasks are almost insurmountable- bloody-minded righteousness is necessary. They accept the risk of professional blunders, as weighed against a chronically desperate society. In truth, many a society has decayed and the remains are corrupted; the limbs are withering, the soil eroded.

The armies of men and women who move about the world in activities seeking assist the developing countries are just about the finest folk, who are to be admired. For all of their aspirations and hopes, their battle for resources, their struggle with climate and even harsher heads of state, not one singly or the whole collectively could answer you with a complete remedy.

If one can turn one's attention now to the condition of men globally who suffer spiritual poverty, the sorrow is no less than the overview of that which is taking place in the developing and declining races of today. There are oppressive regimes and decaying remnants, the 'modern world' presses in and with that brings inner diseases, the wastelands, the deserts, the floods, the poverty of soul and spirit. The light has disappeared from many an eye. One can see a dullness of expression of a spiritually lost and forlorn people. The would-be missionaries of this realm encounter the overwhelming prospects of the risks that interference brings, and the risks that denial does also.

We need not venture abroad to witness firsthand those people who are destitute and in need. Such suffering is to be encountered within one's own family and at every corner of every street. The men and women falter and are frightened. They are confused about the world they live in, as most interpret their environment and their colleagues to be unfriendly, almost hostile, unknown to them. Most folk have ceased to wonder at their existence before the age of ten. One cannot judge such people harshly or encompass fully the needs of the forlorn.

Here is the calling for straight and honest speech, renewed dignity, the nurturing of a kind thought or word, an uncorrupted deed, integrity within and without, a loving mind and a thinking heart - yes! a thinking heart! These and more we can offer.

The push and shove in the world of ideas encapsulates and overwhelms most men. There are many would-be saviours who have awaited an opportunity, cunningly navigated, to step in and catch the fallen, to claim the weak and lost. The business of converting another is questionable to say the least. It is one thing to water and weed a rose bush, but another matter entirely to graft on a lily.

Objectives must be decided at the start, so if nothing more one can then view the mistakes of the future with some clarification. Who may claim total overview as to another's destiny? Social work is an unconscionable endeavor indeed.

One must restrain the desire to effect change on another, but rather nurture the desire of offering assistance- to desire to serve rather than to master. For in obedience to those we most humbly do adore and therefore try to emulate, we look to the ways of Christ and of the Father: not to a dictator, nor persuader, nor pretender. Rather to be in the service of all, ever ready when called- to desire to serve rather than desire to master.

Time is Oxygen/ Bilateral Quasars- 21st June 1991

THE grand deception of time is that of continuance. The concept of time implies a progression whereupon the future is always seeded from the past in a sequence and a sequential graduation. However the properties of time itself do not relate to a given perception of the substance, a substance which we inhale and exhale; substance that too, has its physical representative and physical realization permeating all those who are indwelling in the consciousness of Earthly life.

Bi-lateral Quasar

Time can indeed be weighed by increments other than a clock face. Such time relates only to the sphere on which our consciousness is anchored in daily living. It is for this reason that when we enter the realm of sleep and pass from the physical body into higher realms that we cannot recall the time that has passed during the slumber hours - as time itself is a physical experience.

It is known however, that when one is in the condition of semi-waking and semi-slumber, there can be experiences recalled of dreams that seemingly took a great length of time, when a sleeping minute or two was all that had passed according to the clock.

The old adage (not so old really) that time is money, is incorrect: time is oxygen. When the yogis mastered their breathing techniques they could utilize this truth in a way that would force the consciousness out from the bondage of such perceptions. In regulating and slowing the heartbeat and subsequently the breath - as with initiation - a state alike to a controlled coma or hibernation would ensue. Of course, as with any denial of natural processes, this practice eventually leads to the cessation of heartbeat entirely, where the individual and his earthly connections are made feint by such strain of conditions imposed.

The infant in the womb has no experience of time. After birth it takes the entire being many months before the consciousness can adapt to the process of remaining conscious rather than dozing off: withdrawing from time and its demands. The elderly too, have difficulty in the digesting of time and its impressions and are apt to doze at times which are not of their choosing, but rather at irregular/regular intervals - mingled with former recollections, memories of the past, denying the digestion of present activity.

Time as we know it has brothers and sisters and different modes of expression extending throughout spheres and planes into realms and kingdoms; and according to exact laws which enable the inhabitants to frame their existence thereby. But the essential viewpoint is to realize that it is our relationship with time: our perception that speaks to us usually, rather than a grip on the reality and nature of time itself. There are pathways and circuits, rhythms and cycles coherent throughout the natural and supernatural worlds. And then there is the perception of duration exacting to the particular, and that is our experience of time.

After death when one experiences the panorama of the life just passed, such assimilation does not take place within the timeframe in which we are accustomed to here and now. In point of fact it is beyond that particular framework anyhow, and is answerable (even to recall) to another substance. Equally so, one might have suggested to a pioneer two centuries ago of the possibility of travelling the globe in just two days. If the how and the why was then not known, the pioneer would have been justified in scoffing at such a notion of time.

If we have difficulties realizing the possibilities that can take place in split-second timing and the exactness of Fate, or that the world was indeed in creation for seven days, it is well to remember that time is the foundation of our cognition but does not of itself prohibit activity within a particular framework.

There are a multitude of differing consciousnesses assimilating and interpreting time according to their own capacity to do so. The butterfly is no less cheated for his three-day existence as such. And speaking of the butterfly, there are many of spectacular colorings. The caterpillar is an excellent example of possibility and time. He works for the cocoon, he slumbers in the cocoon, he gathers and transforms his oxygen until such a time as he sprouts from his woven home. In this we can see a future evolution for Man. For the physical organism of Man today is as underdeveloped as the caterpillar. The capacity of transformation and purification shall come in time! 

In time!

The Solstice & the Global Day-1991

THE full cycle of the seasons is as a complete day for the Earth. The solstice marks the increments substantial to this day; and no more apparent is this than at the outer regions of the poles. As with the twenty-four hour day, where the ebb and flow of extraordinary influences push forth in waves lapping at the shores, so too the global day has its premium episodes of receiving through unlocked gateways, the greater surges to and fro of extenuating cosmic influence.

The Heavens permit glimpses at such times, of the Elemental Thrones. There are optimum stages of relay and communication. The Earth does cease her chatter for a time and lends an ear to the extraneous community of globes. There is a meeting and a linking, an embracing mind to mind, soul to soul, at the solstice points of open linkage.

This is the connection of the initiate's pilgrimage with starry landscapes foreign and unexplored - haste back, lest the impulse weakens and doors do close. The trek follows the pathways that the solstice times allow. Ambassadors go out and neighboring friends do visit - foreign exchange in the extreme! With a two day visa!

Much change occurs at these four points [including equinoxes] in time. A sickness will turn, an inventor will find inspiration, and a prayer will be answered. Many souls will be called to depart and withdraw as the tenuous restraints to a single lifetime will snap. The next wave of waiting babes showers in, governments will change direction, seeds will swell with anticipation, some waters will putrefy, some will sweeten. The colors of the globe will brighten; the Earth, alike to a house with fresh whitewash, will be renewed - spring cleaning time in seasonal interlude, the winds of change travel over the globe.

Hopes will conclude. Hymns that were sung take form and fly out. These are the times when the little floating wishing boats of the Japanese find their destined shores. Currents in the seas are revitalized, potencies turn back upon themselves. Poles are strained and then relax, as the tide comes in and then goes out again.

Frequencies will alter, clocks may start and stop, prophets will visualize, and marriages will break or strengthen. Sons will depart the home, daughters will depart from childhood into womanliness; babes cut teeth and learn of their toes, the pupil is put to challenge by the teacher. Thousands are committed to asylums, whilst thousands are released. Many a rock does crumble, many a fish back-flips.

So we celebrate the equinox calendar, for the flurry and impulse of opportunities received. Our home is truly with roots in outer connecting starry pathways, which are closer in influence to our beings at some times in preference to others. At the solstice we find renewal and subsequent cessation, marking new and dramatic confrontations in daily life. Here are the times of seeding with fresh impulse, where aborted grains of unrealized hope become as chaff, and new grains are formed from the bosom of Cosmic life herself.

Remembering too, that stars need not be visible to promote their influence and contribute to the cosmic family trust. The activities so described are resulting from our planet breathing in and expelling that which converses in the higher and lower spheres of global interaction. A slight shift in a given range of perception entertains a further multitude of colourful, yet sparkling orbs within effulgent range.

At the time of the solstice light a sparkler, clash some cymbals, burn the old garments, plant a tree (maybe an ash). Of course, do not drive frantically in your motor car; and beware unstable and irrational cats who might hiss and spit and claw because of their sensitive disposition to such change. Contemplate the universal communion; and if one is very quiet, they may hear somewhere in the distance a party going on! For every global day is a birthday.