Generations- 4th August 1991

THERE must be much fine-tuning between those of the generation above to those coming up from the lower years- fine-tuning of guarded analysis, fine-tuning of values and value judgments, fine-tuning of language and the connotations of speech. 

Too easy to err- to rebuke meaningfully or rebuke through disinterest -it is the obligation of the older ones to try to meet the world of ideas of their young. It is the perseverance of the love of a mother, which abandons the extreme differences of concern for the essential.

May those of the older generation be flexible enough to ride the tides, adapt to such changes that may irk or make uneasy, without forfeiting a lifetime's understanding, expending their moulds so cast. 

What of the youth born of times which demand another reasoning? They have no opportunity for comparisons. They needs look forward without hesitation for consideration of their elders, with urges and longings yet to be realized or brought to fruition. With youth, their whole destiny presents and presses down upon them. Ever further then, such pressures that are superimposed from their beloved parents or elders, do at times make such demands from future callings unspeakably confusing. The young do genuinely look to their elders for guidance, but often cannot find that which suits them.

Imagine the strain pressed upon a youngster were that the past generations of seven were around to confer with all, concerning future prospects and characterizations! Curious it would be and retarding also; and yet conversely, how difficult it is for the parent or grandparent of a child who bridges adulthood, to take their place in history, stand back and allow the child to proceed, to succeed. Then all instruction does follow from man to man, and not by authority. For authority will not be recognized. It cannot be recognized and superimposed. We do not know the destiny of the young man or young woman before us. We may guess, but who can say what possibilities shall bud and blossom?

So man to man we have but example to instruct by. If we should measure success and failure by our own success without correctly gauging our failures, they shall ascertain eventually their relevance to these values. Therefore it is not the example of a pleasurable life or fortunate circumstance that should lead in explicit lessons to the young. Impressions of such may or may not be attainable. Moreover, it is the example of attitude, of grace and of loving acceptance, that will prevail and speak its loudest to the spirit within.

Meals on the tables of the past have all been eaten and are now gone. Monies or land-holdings may be passed, but also may be squandered. That which is certain to endure are the qualities that we can afford and give of ourselves - imparting to the youth those very real valuables, that one day will be treasured.

"With no expectation, I give to you my child, unquestionable love and support throughout this your life, as best I can. I relinquish my personal interests in this world and give you the future, which in time shall become too heavy for my shoulders.

I have endured the troubles that have afflicted, and know that you too may do this. I am feeble in the Face of God, but sustained only through His Love. I have certainty within that knows that although all paths are perilous, they are worthwhile. 

There are times when I feel acutely those failures, my failures, and rightly or wrongly, I tremble in terror should you also wear my scars. I have missed many an opportunity, the hankering remains so many years after, the questioning, the speculations, as to what might have been.

I need you to reassure me of your love, I look to you when I feel diminished. I need you to need me.

Through your eyes I do view my self and my passing. Forgive me if I push or pull.

I ask the adult in you, my child who becomes as adult, to see the child in me. Perhaps we may learn together, instruct each other - perhaps we may know the intimate silence that two may enjoy after years of conversations.

Daily I will try to quell my upsets, and with great visions turned heavenward, become that strength I so want you to have. Mutually may we share some quiet times, not for retrospection or recollection, but shelter together in those times that we have, at the dawn of new experience."

The Story of Jesus, an allegory?- 1991

Comments on the book 'JESUS THE MAN'

FOR too long fact has taken second place to allegory. If there is anything of substance to be drawn from any good analogy or allegory, its basis must be that of truth in fact.

The systems of universal law run systematically and never breach those higher laws that brought them into being. When the systems of the earthly world and its inhabitants rely on such higher laws, who is to judge the view from the mountain, the cloud or the ant?

And can one simple man, so called, judge what is yet another "simple man"?

The pursuit is fruitless when the woman in question, pertains to a reasoning that would, or could never in her present state, marvel at the wondrous levels in which even a "simple man" operates - far less understand the workings of a God!

By what divine gift endowed, has she been bestowed self-appointed critic, of the divine drama of the past? Some with such obstinacy would turn the world in opposite direction to prove themselves correct on its true course. She is no more licensed to comment on enigma and iniquity, than a paper-bag hold discourse on the root-system of trees.

One must ask, is it not with the acceptance of children that the magnificent superstructure of heavenly events is to be received and the keys to the kingdom be taken up? We have only just begun to marvel at the unfolding world - life itself is miraculous.

Furthermore it is more outstanding that an individual place themselves as such an authority - about which she knows nothing - that our Lord came to partake in the glory that He created.

Nevertheless, better that discussion and perhaps a little outrage ensue from the synthesis of common, lazy thought now expressed today.

Spheres, Balls & Bubbles - 1991

CLICKITY-CLACKS, perpetual motion balls (the string of metallic balls suspended where one hits against another in succession: Newton's cradle), the Chinese balls (jingilo), the bead-balls inside a prayer wheel - all of these have the motion of one ball, one sphere making contact on the surface of another and producing a sound, a cracking sound, breaking through the surrounding ether. Billiard balls, marbles and other such games also produce this effect. 

The ball gains propulsion, a momentum, extremely exterior, whilst the central point is always fixed. Impact from one to another from outer shell, reverberating inwards to central point, shocks the stable core and implodes from the outer layer inwards, breaking into the ether with large impact. Objects which are not spherical do not react in this way. It is the outer perfect tension and the form of the sphere which 'makes space' for that central point, containing as it were, a gateway into the etheric spaces. Any such orb or globe formed will provide this. Tension within and tension without.

Collision of objects and the impression left from such impact may be dynamically measured, proving a lesser or nil resonance, when compared to similar velocity and gross weight given in the case of two spheres. This is a measurable and provable fact

The crystal sphere of the seer enabled them to gaze inwardly to those spaces thus incorporated; the outer works upon the inner in this rule. Instinctively the scientists draw all micro-perspective forms in spherical notations, which lends only halfway to the truth of such interactions. Any sphere has at its central point, the gateway to a higher world. ('Sphere of existence' thus named.)

With interconnecting threads of vital fluidic ethers and impulses, from the highest impulse down to the lowest, actual form may call down into itself that gateway through which it was first born. When men were said to be spherical in form, this is why. All other forms defy the sphere, independently making way to reform and regenerate, pushing out along grids of predetermined patterns and structure which enable such diversification in a given field of existence.

Polarization of a sphere with according influx and outflows requires that the pathways of such channels are absorbed through to the inner core, up through and into the higher worlds (from which it first unfolded) and then back down, making exit through opposite pole. Here is a digestive function and purpose to such polarizations. Assimilation is conducted in this way.

The symbol of inner rings of concentric circles denotes this movement from one plane into another through such centrality, up and into yet another so forth- one door inwardly leading to an orb, which of itself contains centrally another door, worked inwards, yet opening into another orb, which has a central door.

The eyes are verily the gateway to the soul. Stars have vision also, perceptibly through similar channels and means. As with the yolk of an egg (so often alluded to), all life begins spherically, physically spherical; and once impulses have pushed through this form and departed into growth, the original sphere may not be returned to.

Essentially a man must have many spheres within his constitution in order to withstand the pressure of that which is life. Cancerous outbreaks are from perfect spheres then broken, spilling over into patterns of form which otherwise had been enclosed off from. Of course these spheres are not purely for the purpose of detailing that which may be contained or abound, but also as interconnecting channels to higher worlds from which the physical constitution refers to and draws from continually.

Thus a cancerous growth denotes an overactivity drawn into that region, which has caused the pattern of life to spill over. Growth ensues and becomes of the physical world in multiplication, containing of itself yet more spheres of the same. Nuclei set free are usually targeted by one's immunity which may enclose yet again, surrounding and containing the central activity, imposing set limits before such growth outbreaks. This is not always the case though. Usually one has such inner corrections by the multitude daily. That which is life impinges the surface tension as with wind to a bubble, save that the activity may push from inside as well as outside.

It goes well as a meditation to command all faults and mental anguish to be contained spherically, that they may grow no more- to envisualize any disagreeable traits of self, held within such complete bubble or ball, and commit them there to stay enclosed with no key to release; and then propelled from the self, discharged. Perhaps to sit with one's bubble-blower, and expelling through breath and musical speech, "Farewell, Anger! Farewell Envy!" and so forth.

Lawrence- 31st July 1991

LAWRENCE of Mayberry grew his beard nearly ten feet long and did wrap it around his girdle, tucking in the end of the plait. His fingernails were sharpened to points, his eyebrows were waxed, being dyed beet-green. Startling in appearance was Lawrence; bulky in form but dainty in diet. 

Lawrence did frighten most men, whilst the women were held in awe of his glamor. Much gold chinked from neck and ear, his scent did infill the space around him. His teeth, engraved, were set with a tiny flashing ruby. One could not however, warm to one of his smiles.

Seldom did a man impress a people so. His anger would flash fire within that ruby. His teeth would clamp with his fury. The more fearsome he was held to be, the more fearsome he would become. Until that day when the pox-plague struck and all slaves and acquaintances had yet another foe to shudder in the presence of.

Many physicians and practicing magicians were brought in for consultations. Many a bob and stick were furled. Lawrence did charter international experts, of whom not one could drive the plague from their homes. A few did take it back with them, but only in piece and not in entirety, as Lawrence had wished.

Such plagues did prove unnerving in an otherwise perfect life. Perfect it had been for Lawrence and his cohorts, whose usual calendar swung between petty victories, sweetmeats and associated celebrations. The party mood was driven from the people; and so were the values in which Lawrence prevailed.

A shepherd in the district had observed his grandmother's remedies in applying a certain sheep-wash to the flesh of the family in such times of pox-plague. He thought that this might perhaps be valuable, and so sought the mansion of Lawrence. The courtiers who were in attendance, were of the kind of men who had womanly bent, and instantly were so attracted and desirous of the shepherd who stood on the threshold seeking parley.

Lawrence himself was not alerted to his visitations; he was at rest, by heavy draught slumber. The doorkeepers eyed the shepherd and bade him entrance. The shepherd detailed his mission and his presumptions so inspired. The men commanded that he might strip off his clothing. That they might see firsthand of his unmarked skin which had been so washed in sheep-dip. Trustingly obedient, the shepherd did as he was asked, and so stood in pearly nakedness as the men gawked and murmured indecencies.

Just then - for Lawrence arose with black temper - the master entered and so seeing said youth central being naked, turned his contempt from the men in question and set it upon the shepherd- taking the boy to be yet another beggar from the town district, who had come by corruption, selling more of the same. Lawrence spake with revulsion, spitting orders for the boy to be cast out from his house, ne'er to defile it; and that the floors, walls and fabrics should be cleansed, not once, but thrice over, as suitable punishment for the unoccupied attendants. 

The shepherd, still all naked, was flung into the garden. His garb, which was rightfully his, had been abandoned. The shepherd returned home very quickly.

Amongst the shepherd's offcast belongings was a small leather flagon of his sheep-wash. He had brought this as a curious offering to Lawrence, who did eventually receive it, as was intended.

When the stopper was plucked off, a sweet and pleasing scent arose. This tempted Lawrence to swill, then gulp once. With an extremely bitter aftertaste, it had not the appeal he had casually hoped, that the scent had seemed to promise. . .

Within the next moon's quarter all of Lawrence's bodily hair came loose and dropped off. His eyes became scarlet and his bulk shrank so, that the jewellery hung too heavy to bear. His fingernails split and his stomach could no longer entertain solid foods. He became more as a specter daily and no longer resembled his portraits; of which there were many.

By the end of one moon cycle, Lawrence had weakened so as to succumb to death. His mansion was subsequently overrun and raided. His fabrics, dyes and commodities were carried off. For fear of yet another plague, which had been thought to strangle his life's vitality so, Lawrence had spent his last days quite alone. With mansion door locked and eventually put to fire, there were no parting rites, no dignity given or spent.

How careful one must be when we do make judgments upon another; especially when we misjudge those who as Angels do come with Heavenly offerings, to which we rebuke and send away because of our qualifications of conceit, rather than open and grateful heart.