Fur & Feathers- 7th October 1991

DEEP in the tropical jungles north of the south, or perhaps south of the north, there were in ages past very inhospitable forests, which were so dense and unfriendly that even the blades of grass would cut like tiny scissor points, upright and thickly placed.

It was not a realm where men would enter into through choice. Seldom did a traveler venture towards the entangled forests, let alone step into that dark and stifled place. The insects would swarm in great proportions, not only by the hundreds of thousands, and hundreds of those; and had swelled quite larger and adopted unusual features, characteristics which were indigenous only to that region.

A man would feel most unwelcome there. The idealist who seeks the natural world intact and wildly abounding, would have known immediately that this particular region was not earmarked for the gentle encounters he had anticipated. 

Some might suggest that this was nature at her best, and yet there was something there which was bordering on sinister - perhaps it was the pure alarm, for there were many, many a poisonous reptile and aggressive beast, deadly plant and deadly insect; and such great heat, such humidity and no fresh water, save what dripped from plant to ground. Wretched to men, this tussle of wild outburst and brilliant foliage.

A continent away the air was sweet and chilly. The small faced flowers sat upon the rocky outcrops. The trees were positioned more sparsely - there was not the reckless, haphazard jangle of the jungle. The skies were bright and yet not intense, the colors pastel. Gentle sheep and humble cows would graze on soft downy pasture, the beetles were small, so too the birds; and the pioneers of that time, were content to roam and set up home and lodgings. Conditions were never considered perfect, but by comparison were far more comfortable.

If one were to speak with a man from the sheep district and glean from him and all that is him, something of his life, something of his response to life, they would find that his country had been kind to him, and he reflected back much of the gentle, hospitable region. Even though the winds at times were cruel and icy, they were not as the perilous stench which would turn monsoon. Even the snows brought crystalline beauty, the frosty particles glistened, as dewdrops snapped and trees enshrouded with sparkling mane. 

For the man who had lived life long upon the outskirts of the uninhabitable terrain, he who had lived the 'colorful' existence, every minute was survival and true tension was without and so within. One could not blame him if life was perceived as a threat; all life being continually threatening and unfriendly. For even sleep was perpetually restless, being interrupted by squawkings by insects, by reptile; with throat constricted and awesome battle, the days were tedious with protective repetition.

One often presumes that natives are content with their native homeland, and never questions for them, if they should wish for a more friendly climate, would that they knew of one existing. Who by choice would prefer the dangerous habitat? Who by choice migrates and seeks out permanent residence in such places? Especially with only a shanty hut or a house of matchsticks.

There is much to understand of men, and firstly we must look to where they have come from- that they have spent the better half of their life growing up in either such a jungle or gentle sheep district. It is so today that the backgrounds of many suffer exactly those contrasts with conditions of family, that which entails the 'home life', conditions of opportunity and reflex for survival.

If one has been granted a fortunate upbringing, a gentle and gracious, uninflicted childhood, it is difficult to realize the perspective of the adult who as a child was born and bred in a veritable jungle- the ones who are denied the comfort of safety, and the comforts of comfort. For there are children who feel intensely the extremes of the climates, whose shelter and coverings are poor, whose parents and their friends remonstrate much 'wildness' and much anger. 

Moment to moment their days are perilous and tension is within, as it is without. They become poised for attack. They only know the 'colorful' existence. They have not had time out for quiet reflection. Their days have been filled with self-protection. When asked would they choose this, if there was but a choice - who would migrate into an unhappy, unfriendly home, to be a child?

For there are children exposed to poisonous thoughts, whose sleep is ever restless, they have not even been given the imaginings for a better, love-infilled home. The prisons are full of them, who having grown, speak the jungle-speak, and still know no better. 

The anthropologists of social-work have an educated curiosity - but not having grown up amidst the harsh terrain, thankfully, cannot make good this fearful condition, cannot calm the fevers, cannot entertain the carnivore with pâté.

The moralists, who condemn and dismiss, presume wholeheartedly that their destiny was especial to them, without reason. They would if they could, torch the jungle. They are indignant at its presence.

When a man walks the world he takes with him much 'wildlife'. A child may well grow up amongst adults who are less human, having become more 'beast'. That child is so impressed and so impinged upon, that the corrupt and vile atmosphere of degenerate behavior terrifies and fills his sensibilities. One need only to imagine the battles and the arguments so witnessed and so imposed, brutality demeaning to the spirit, degrading to the diminishing will. That the adults live by lower instincts, sorrowfully intense, with the higher motivations quashed- hope uplifting, strangled. Violent tempers, violent lusts, violent gratifications; violent consuming with violent vomit - this sadly, is the moral environment many little children who, regardless of their parent's affection, are imposed upon, living this jungle existence.

With gambling we compromise our destiny with every bet so placed. We give more than we will ever get back, as we test the fates with a prod and a poke. Men who gamble are incensed by the tide of good fortune; the value from the winnings is second place, to the notion of general exuberance when they believe that things are 'going their way'.

Men of confidence do not need such affirmation of this, in this expression. Men of confidence, usually find success's encouragement through other means. However, the man who realizes few achievements personally will often forgo his opportunity for working towards them and seek out the same thrill with a horse or dice. He believes he has done something right just by picking a number! Even then, most often the number is decided with blindfold or random choosing! 

Gambling is a no win situation and the pastime of 'losers'. The passion which is attached to the success or failure of speculation, for speculation's sake, is charged with fierce activity unseen but detrimental to the gambler, and also those around him. For in creation we unleash unprofitable activity with wild, untamed fury. 

If a man partakes in any activity he imparts great vitality and life-fluids which are essential to his summation to carry through whatever task he aspires to. However, if the activity has no provision to accept such vitalities, the spent vitalities must necessarily be absorbed elsewhere. The activity of gambling, for example, is sole-orientated. It goes nowhere, there is no completion, no actual working upon, but much fervor, much deliberation, much intensity, much vitality, going into that all absorbing activity. All of the motions carried out by the man who is doing this and that, all the expressions after the fact are as complete waste. 

The urges, the exclamations, the highs and the lows, are unrelated to reality, unrelated to a striving, which may personally be fulfilled. They are to satisfy and feed and stimulate a passion. They invoke passion, but cannot direct the actual vitalities any place in particular. Upon resuming the cycle begins again. There is no advancement. There is no expansion. The man is overworked with no reward. There is no attainment. The will is not strengthened, but weakened thereby. The concerns, and the conscience, are negotiated. The consciousness is suppressed. There is no lesson, save for that of repentance, to be received.

So what of the vitality, which the man imparts? This vitality streams out, and feeds his personal, albeit invisible, wildlife. Some beasties with bellies full! 

The character and the nature of these creatures are most akin to the character and the nature of the man. They are his and his to tend, and will be satisfied only by that which he does not use for himself, but rather for gratification. The gratification he feels, is their gratification.

Imagine that you have a citrus tree before you in a tub. You go every day to water the tree, and take a jug with you to do so. If you water the tree, the fruit shall profit and you shall profit by the fruit of the tree. But you take the jug and you tip it outside of the tub, and the lemon tree goes without. And the weeds which grow around the base of the tub receive the water instead - and grow very well indeed.

So there is that which we may put our vitalities into, from which we may profit if directed well to good purpose. The vitalities must be received somewhere. If they are expended in pursuits which of themselves have no capacity to hold them, they shall be received elsewhere. 

We each have our own personal environment (some in meditation may come to hold pictures of this place and its inhabitants) which is watered, fed and tended, and characterized by us and our activity. It may be unseen, but is nonetheless present. 

It can be said that the children who come to the world with no such place yet so developed, are influenced greatly by the environments which are of their parent's or their guardian's making. They sense them all too well. It is not only the actual activities of those around them, but also the offspring and the nature of those activities around the persons and the household.

Pity the child of the jungle! For although the spirits of the beasts, the birds, the reptiles, the insects, and the plants of this world, are made dumb and without direct communication, they are within their respective realms, in unseen regions, most prolific.

Foreword- Forward!- 1991

AS THE serpent chases its tail, one can try to catch the elusive Sun to take in a global sequence of perpetual sunrise. Development has its rewards and when you are asked, "For what am I working towards?" you may take us on our word that you are working for the day when you may witness the perpetual sunrise in all its glory!

There are mysteries and there are Mysteries. Above all one should not get caught, feather and tarred, seeking the mystery because of the mysterious. Undoubtedly there is much excitement when standing at the frontier of certain knowledge. But true delight is gleaned from the discovery anew that reasserts the marvels of life which are known.

We learn according to our will and soul-knowledge. We re-exact the inner knowledge. We perfect our recall of those songs which were sung to us as we lay cradled in our Father's Arms, in His Heart, in His Breast, in His Thought, in His Example, in His Exaltation.

The 'hard slog' of daily existence does not have to be viewed as an unwelcome interlude. Each living moment is to be rejoiced, and through inner knowledge this will be so.

As one masters one's self, with keys to character development, keys to objectivity and a love of love, the pupil discovers then the true beginnings of Eternity and her talents. "The Path" to such wonderment and inner knowledge is necessarily the way to embark on this peregrination.

For all of those students who are with great anticipation who hold such vitality of eagerness and inquiry, these messages may help set the path before you. It is with blessing from your Elder Brothers who share your eagerness and know of your inner desires, that you, with an open heart (and forgiveness for the shortcomings of the typist so dictated to), shall for a time consider what is put before you.

We wish you well as you journey thus so,

In the Name of Christ,

And in the Name of our Father,

God Speed!

The Three Wise Men- 6th October 1991

In geometry a straight line cannot represent an absolutely perfect figure, any more than two straight lines. Three straight lines, on the other hand, produce by their junction a triangle, or the first absolutely perfect figure. Therefore, it symbolized from the first and to this day the Eternal - the first perfection.
Ragon: Maœonerie Occult

The triad of perfect mind composed of:-

Observation of the Earth:

Argument of scientific surmise: argument and adaptations:

Propping against the third, the filter of ambiguous selection, namely -

Cosmic intent:

That the formula cannot interpret the higher substance which begat the formula originally, scientific interpretation is valid and pertinent, but rests against that which it must evaluate. And when single-minded, with purpose set for particular formulae, it must ignore the confounding factors of the complete interpretation, it must inquire not into absolutes but through particulars.

However, the corresponding angular stream, is quite absolute in nature. Whilst the components are somewhat definable, that are characteristic of themselves, and are essential rather than partial. They permeate order, or have withdrawn therefrom. They are the beings of the social order of the first angle, they are the colour in the spectrum, they are the virtues held within the constitution, they are the insights received through the vision. And it is at the apex, which confers that the two have met in unison, both with equal relation to the base from which they stream from.

The Heavenly triad :

With Cosmic base:

Two angular streams coming together at juxtaposed apex: one, being:

The pattern and order of Divinity: 

The other, the Divine Impulses: 

The equation made stems from the size of the base perspective - namely the length of said base is determinant in the meeting point of the two angular streams which begin at either end. Those two radiate out from each end - be it of Earth or of the Cosmos. And the two streams designate order, and impulse.

Little man and big man, the lower and upper triangles. The interconnection is the heaven/man contradiction, whereupon the higher stream meets the other in simultaneous attraction.

Cross paths create yet further triangular equations- they too, with split definitions. Now each to six, and therefore twelve, counterparts which make up the characteristic whole.

The inner space within the star, has now six bases, radiating outwards. One may colour the original sections of the first two triangles - in determining the new relationship of the new six - red and blue - with yellow base.

Reality, design, and impulse (spirit). Yellow: reality, red: design, impulse/spirit: blue. The converging points, being: orange, green, and plum, respectively.

Further the coloured lines, in keeping with their relative angles, and see now the three part grid. The super-frame has remained the same, in respect to notations of colour, whilst the star, at the outer periphery is also the same. But the inner frame fret-system has begun to be more detailed, and of course, more complex.

[ Note: Here should be a diagram of this. We don't have a computer generated one, so if if anyone could manufacture one we would be grateful. As you may have gather it is a Star of David with the lines continued out from the triangles. The colors of the lines and how they change when they meet is given above.- Ed]

Within the diagram there are two examples. Firstly, the materials which comprise the diagram are the reality, the lines of the diagram constitute the design, and now the colors which enhance, and give a certain meaning to the design, are the impulsed 'spirit' of the meaning.

Secondly, we have learnt of an original and perfect structure. We have examined it in its basic form. We pronounce and exaggerate the form, in compliance with its own indicated directives. We find that the form remains, and yet is now inwardly detailed, once expanded upon. This is basic to all of Creation, and the interpretation, the reproduction and inclination.

Symbols stream out from themselves, and are not 'merely' symbols, but rather essential keys to manifestation. This particular symbol denotes also, as said before, the way in which the impulses, in corresponding manner, in relation to a base of reality, interweave with the basic formula - formula which pertains to all symbols, all design.

One must bear this in mind, when viewing other such keys to Creation geometrically - for they of themselves will not be example of the spirit or of reality, but pertain only to formula - even if it is the: formula of reality, or formula of impulse, or of spirit.

We have learnt today of keys. We have learnt of original design, and its magnified reproduction. We have begun to think in relatively complex directions. And we are reminded of the essential three components, whether visible, explained or enhanced.

Fearing the Unknown- 4th October 1991

TO be death-defying does not necessarily mean that you take outrageous risks and risk your life - it could mean rather, that throughout life you defy the fear of death.

There is always anxiety about change, particularly those changes that lead into unknown regions; and understandably much disagreement upon speculations, and sadness upon loss.The pictures range from the whimsical to the sublime, from the nonsensical and ridiculous to damnation - and all in all there can be nothing less than confusion when one merely enters the subject which has locked doors.

Whilst we know of the power of regeneration with regards to living forms and their component cells, one may ask if in fact, such abilities may also be transferred in ways that pertain to our own higher substances. Even when the answer is 'most surely', it is small comfort to those who have little 'proof' of this being correct, sound and true to the life of the spirit.

Also in this, one may wonder as to personal identity and be fearful and guarded that that which we have acquired, nay shafted onto our higher self, may be cast away and dissipated, proving of no use or remnant, and rendering our persona incomplete. 

So we are uncomfortable at the prospect of passing at the moment of death, when all that we have come to recognize shall be removed from view and we no longer make an impact on the life we have come to know. There is sadness at the thought of non-participation and all of us do humbly come to such release, with sadness in parting. Yet in time the burdens of the world press in, and if a man has outlived his middle years he begins to know of the separation which takes place, as the sensory images become shadowy and the handshake grip less firm. There is an attraction drawing him away from the world, and the world itself loses the magnetism which once attracted him so. It may be that there is a transitional period between the two worlds, a pre-death condition in this the 'twilight years'.

Regardless of the passage, and to some extent the preparation for death, it can be said that great courage is of necessity, courage which assures us that come the time all will be well. We know of course that it is eventual - whenever, whatever, the outcome is ordained and explicit. To come to recognition of this in a way which denies the fear of such passing is wholesome to the individual, as reminder of the limitations we have in our term of a lifetime. As a reminder it serves well, that we may begin to view our life moment to moment with precious savor, rather than disregard this time, in belief that it shall remain forever the same.

Although there is nothing new being said here, it is important to ponder, for there shall always be 'unknown' destinies ahead of us, death itself being but one of the first. There are locked doors everywhere. There are doors concealed from us, in this our life. We are curious about one, but ignorant of so many, which can in fact become less of a mystery were that we truly endeavored to explore.

Of course opinion can be, 'I don't want to know', as in the case of death all mysteries may become unspeakable. This condition of soul is something else again. It really does not pertain to the reality of a situation, of expected findings or disappointments, it relates moreover to 'not wanting to know'. It is important that we should root out the dilemma of the one who emphatically maintains this, time and time again, when met with the unknown. It is important because such an attitude is almost self-fulfilling. It is self-denial and most difficult, for there can be many a rude awakening. For as a traveller who sets about to see the sights upon the agenda, and not upon the landscape, he may miss out on much beauty, and much which makes the journey worthy. However, the dips and the curves that are not mapped out, will still be made apparent and catch the unwary. Even dips and curves can of themselves be quite negotiable when visible, but prove hazardous to the blind man who may not adjust and calculate accordingly.

And so, in the first instance, we must accept that there is much we do not presently understand - the after-death condition being just one of the mysteries that will one day be encountered. Secondly, we must hold the attitude which says, 'I seek to understand, I am ready for the unknown, so that when it comes upon me, I shall be ready to learn - make it known to me'. That the mysteries become a challenge, and with vigor and refreshment we approach change and all that is indefinable to us, with confidence again.

Many of us view our little children, who in innocence are eager to make discoveries and eager to tread the unexplored path. We impress upon them our concerns in the world and necessarily watch over them for the main part; fearful for them in the ways we have found to be dangerous and harmful. Of course, as an adult we have limitations also and learn that we cannot do entirely as we please- we cannot run willy-nilly headfirst into danger waving a flag of discovery. Apprehension may well be warranted and informed concern a necessary approach; and adulthood, our maturity, is a strict keeper who accordingly dictates the alarms of limitations.

Once we have reached the sober point of knowing best how to watch out for ourselves, we can also compensate such necessity with an overview as to the nature of all of that which is still widely unknown by us. We dearly wish for a 'fix-it man' who may instantly fix the immediate problems. We have no fix-it man and therefore there will be times where we may feel quite helpless, and that no remedy or advice is available to us.

Perhaps in the short-term we shall not be satisfied and will have to look to the longer term, that we might find answers to adjustments and keys to the past. And so, there will be dark, unknown periods. It is in these times that we need the outlook which defies our fears and trusts in the unknowable becoming known.

If our attitude is always that we can keep destiny apart from us simply by ignoring her, then we are mistaken. If we are to glean any knowledge from her, then we must learn to accept her and begin to see and interpret her, as she presents herself. If we close our eyes to her as from the start, we shall be evermore frightened and startled at first greeting.

We must never act against our conscience, for this is a personal violation of oneself, as well as of others. We must heed concern in all seriousness, when called for. As past experience decides, we learn to discern accordingly.

However, when one approaches the realms of that which is utterly unknown by us, at that moment one need not fear, especially if the fear is unwarranted. We carry a great burden of this 'fear of the unknown' within us. It inhibits much of our thought. It makes for much nervousness. That we cannot accept something which is beyond our personal control, and we have lost unto this fear that stable feeling of surety. But it is not because the world and its aspects, the Cosmos and its aspects, are so much larger than ourselves, that makes us fearful, it is rather the fear itself. For conditions in life are kindly to the soul and are not destructive.

There are episodes of grief and pain, which are in respect to the soul only endured for brief periods. A single lifetime is alike to a change in the wind and its course, and is measured quite differently to our immediate perceptions. We know inwardly that we are supported and nurtured in this our Cosmic home, and that conditions do change, but we endure and endure happily. The connection therefore is to be made from us, in our daily perceptions, to us in our highermost aspects. This connection cannot be effected if we are fearful and completely hesitant to make such connections.

We hiccup, we jolt, we jerk, we run the other way - all of these reactions and more, are an overreaction if we are truly facing the unknown. For the unknown, being unknown, cannot tell us of dangers if it is the unknown. We might as well believe there to be as much happiness and wonder, as dangers concealed. If there are dangers, there is little which will help us until we know what they are - and we shall not come to know what they are unless our eyes are open to them. Fear does not help in either extreme.

As to death, it can be said that the expression on the face of the departed usually will speak to us of the moments prior to passing. It is not only that the muscles are relaxed so, it is the expression of serenity, the expression of one who has faced the unknown and found old friends. For there is nothing which is unconnected from the rest, all roads adjoin, no one road jumps apart from another - and although not clearly visible, death is only around the next bend!