The Gamemaster- 28th December 1992

LEWELLYN the gamemaster carried a mysterious bag, in which were his dice, his cups, his cards, fake jewels and matchsticks. He wore silk and did pride himself on courtesy - even when he was cheating (masquerade he would call it) as part of his show. Fine and courteous and above all, intoxicatingly appealing; a grandmother would trust him, so too a father with his daughter.

He would incite greed. He knew exactly how to stimulate a man. He knew how keen men are to break their boredom and exchange chance circumstance with another fellow. He preyed and he played, and he never left without taking from them.

Entire towns could be torn, the families ill-content; for a year's wages would be wagered and lost, all the savings gone, plucked from an upset household . . . and Lewellyn's bag mysteriously, no larger upon leaving.

At first it had been a fetish which became yet another challenge. It did not really matter what was the object of the game or the stake at hand; it was the consent and dissent, and then the actual winning. For win he must, at all costs!

One day he happened upon a bridge, one of those bridges that conceal a troll beneath them. The troll was a sturdy fellow, twice the breadth of Lewellyn and thrice the height. His breath was overpoweringly strong and his hairy bulk alarming.

Lewellyn was prohibited from passing on the bridge, for the troll of course, had declared it his and made a point of being disagreeable at all times.

"What is in the bag?" he gruffed.

Lewellyn was reluctant to empty out the contents, for he never revealed all of his cards, never made known his mystery.

The troll seized the bag and blithely shook it upside-down. The colored glass rolled down and away and slipped through the slats beneath them, 'plop' into the water. Some gum and some wax, a bib and a bob, a wheel and a bundle of sticks, his hand-painted cards and their replicas fell out.

"Games!" chortled the troll. "I love games!" he stared at Lewellyn expectantly.

Never without opportunity, Lewellyn proceeded to shuffle; for one moment he stopped and stared hard at the troll and said: "I win. . . you must give me. . .", here he paused for he could see no evidence of treasure upon the troll - the troll continued for him: "Freedom".

"You win" continued Lewellyn, "and I must give you. . .", here he was interrupted again:

"Your hands!", blurted the troll.

"No, no, no!" hastily replied Lewellyn, who did not enjoy the prospect of this chance.

"Your feet!" gruffed the troll.

"No, no, no!" considered the now disturbed gamester.

"Your eyes!" demanded the troll, agitated by the argument.

"Your teeth. . . your hair!"

To this Lewellyn settled upon, "My hair", he sighed and crossed his fingers and breast and recited every lucky charm he could bring to mind.

"Death to the Queen! - I win!" said hairy Troll, for his spade had cut the Red Queen down. But Lewellyn had yet one more to lay down - his Jester.

"I win!" shouted Lewellyn triumphantly (as triumphantly as he could muster verve). But the troll would not have it, he was insistent that the Jester card was ill-gotten and fraudulent, and that he, Troll, was the rightful winner.

"Alright then" said ugly Troll (ugly but fair), "I shall call upon your angel for the truth and she may best decide this."

Having said that he drew himself to full height and clasped one arm around Lewellyn's neck, the other drew blade with startling menace.

"Angel come! Or I shall do an injury you will regret."

Instantly, she appeared.

"Tell me Angel, for you cannot lie - was the game fairly won by Jester or by Spade?"

The Angel heaved a troubled chest and approached the troll, staring eye to eye. She then looked into the mind of Lewellyn to find the truth and then replied:

"If Jesters win,
then Jester won,
as you can see,
this man's a clown!"

She then departed.

This caught the troll's humor like nothing else, and he laughed until his sides cracked.

"I'll take your hair anyway" he replied; and plucked it out, piece by piece, follicle by follicle.

***

When Lewellyn had incited the hope of 'winning' and pitched himself against other men, he had balanced the game in a way that only he would result as the winner. The troll presented this to him, as there was no way he could have been the better fellow, even and especially by means of trickery.

The psychology of 'winning' is little understood. One could suggest that it is special to matters of wealth within the world, and yet it is moreover a spiritual flaw which inhibits a soul from perceiving real providence.

It is dangerous indeed to seek to 'win'. Men are so stimulated they are quick to lose mind of weighted realities. The electronic games, for which there has been much talk of recently, actually have the greater effect upon the individual because of his lust and drive to win. If the component of winning was withdrawn from the stimulus response, the eagerness would dissolve.

To some this may be considered as healthy competitiveness, however we would maintain that no competition is, in the long run, healthy.

When a man seeks to win he immediately divorces himself from all other men. It becomes a relationship of he and the world against whatever opponent. We must realize that the balance of winning is made up by those who lose - even when it comes to simple monetary exchange, the same rules apply.

Some would suggest that at the outset, it can be fair and equal chance, whilst quickly hopeful that the grace of prosperity will smile more favorably upon them. Furthermore they shall cast pledges of the moment in order to 'win' favor with chance. Here we begin to slip.

As men we must develop the strength which avoids speculation and does not place hope in winning undue, unwarranted prizes.

There is a subtle difference between the positive-thinker who can wish the world well, and he who would wish only for personal furtherance. The God-given ability of pre-visioning prosperity is best used - and far more potent - when it is directed with pure intention; pure intention being free from any personal consideration, any whatsoever.

If we are to identify with winning, and not become masters of conduct steadfast and pure, then we will become disappointed and are destined for ruin. This ruin shall be either in madness (resulting from greed) or financial, or health. It is not to say that it is deserved and therefore has cause as recompense, but that it is what it is - inevitable consequence.

For we may set our minds towards hopeful outcomes and look forward to possibilities with great hope and vision, but should we place our intent with valueless wishes (soul-less, loveless, creative-less etc.) then we deteriorate within, our soul no longer connecting with our conscious self. The conscious self can battle to such an extent that this frenzy causes the severance of the incarnating will. The 'plug is pulled' so to speak.

It is a soul-less activity to 'interface' with an electronic medium and set about to win against something, which as the troll, will 'take your hair', whatever the outcome.

Subtle Bodies & the Seaside- 27th December 1992

AND what has the tide washed in today?

We are all beachcombers, waiting upon the thunderous seas to roll in our pickings. Shells and bones and tangled string, plastic string and shells, more shells and bits of shell. . . smooth pebbles and softened glass and foot imprints, and limp seaweed and other objects of fascination. The seaside is a wonderful place!

The tides are decisive, they move in around the rocks and seep into the porous sands. The water glistens as we try to count the peaks of wave and dare to wet our toes.

When men become contrasted by the sea - in close proximity - their subtle body expands; just as in opposite measure the city dweller shrinks into a compact, closed, tight, deflective stance. His corporeal body is impinged upon, and as an anemone, closes up that he may withdraw sufficiently to resist the extraneous impacts.

At the seaside however, one can see in the behavior of a man, how quickly he discards his shoes, the clothes unfurl, the stresses and strains of his tensions discard; and he is prepared for etheric renewal, as his eyes fix the horizon with slackened foci, as his shoulders drop and rise and exuberance returns. To some the effect of this is so complete that they drop to the sand and lie there in a stupor for many hours. For those who may retain their consciousness, they shall go reading or walking, remaining quite upright. The very 'tightened' man may be so overcome that he surrenders to 'sunbathing' all at once, whereas he who is not so extremely unpracticed in this distinction cannot tolerate compromising with sun-forces in this manner.

It is wise to take water to the seaside and sip awhile- those who are prone to becoming dazed and incoherent should take a companion to help keep them coherent. Often as not, a good cold wind is enough to startle them into activity.

What of meditation in different aspects, alongside the sea? So many have sought inspiration in this manner; it is not surprising. For when we go to the water and wish to work in this way - that is we consciously acknowledge that our being has in fact altered in response to the magnetism of this great body - we discover two important conditions:-

Firstly our perception of colors, surrounding colors, does alter. At first one could well believe that the flapping flags are brighter or that the vivid greens of the distant cliff-growth are moreso than afore realized; even on gloomy days the immediate colors are more than appealing, they are quite beautiful. This tells us something of our ability to interpret color which is enhanced.

Secondly, we may become 'tuned' so as to actually be aware of smaller, finer details; and we are effectively 'slower', that we are enabled to appreciate this. For example: a man may be content to observe the sand fall from his fingers repeatedly; and his appreciative observation pleases his being right down to his toes! What would be an unconscious act of nervousness in the city or away from the seaside, becomes an overall experience to the man who is now 'opened' to a slower, more thorough, interpretation.

When these conditions become applied to prayer and meditation the 'expanded' man becomes consciously closer to that condition he experiences in 'twilight' sleep (sleep just before dozing or waking). This is why the faculties of spiritual perception are enhanced to those who are within a certain distance from the sea. This too can bring us to an insight into the many racial characteristics of those of the desert compared to those of the fishermen. So too, we can observe the marked differences in the men of the navy and the tales they would tell!

To swim or be alongside a swimming pool is simply beyond comparison. It is true to say that the water of a swimming pool shall absorb much light and become etherically permeated twice daily, however the properties of magnetic currency in connection with our own subtle responses are not sufficient to effect such exchange as described above.

Yes it is true, that the mystery plays which were conducted in open theaters along the coast, were experienced and appreciated with much higher levels, than the men attending would have been brought to otherwise. What a marvelous venue to give lectures or hold meetings; providing of course, that the substance of such, was worthy of enlightened consideration.

The beings that invisibly inhabit the sea, promote exclusion of men and rarely welcome them in. However there are exceptions, great exceptions of those, who by Venusian attribute would help a drowning man, or steer or stabilize the wayward boat. For the main part however, the sea is foreign territory, which by its nature shall never be fully explored by men, but shall retain its secrets in depth and distance. For upon the Globe there is contained two worlds in one: that of the upper portion: dry land, and that of the sea, which is primarily inhospitable to Man.

The watery mass is of course essential to many ecologies, it also contains largely remnants of the 'old world' which are manifest in lower life, and examples of 'form' expressed and tried, but not quite proven. There are floating, living 'organs', not dissimilar to dismembered bodies, where the individual parts swim and sustain themselves, distant to fellow parts. There are plants that would become crustaceans and crustaceans which are characteristically more as plants. There is an environ of harbored aggression; there are also the weak, the meek and the cute!

Do the fish perceive the water as we would, visually? The sea creatures exhibit various degrees of consciousness (not self-consciousness) within the physical world, and for the main part do not require sunshine to see the sunshine, which is already component to the very water they swim in. They are more etherically aware, so to speak, than physically entailed. It is as we are in reverse. We too dwell concurrently, but major our perception in the physical world. However, their advance into developing physical bodies is not so complete, and they 'dream on' into existence.

There are men who crave the watery experience - in boats, in diving and so forth - and these men are sympathetic to those changes of expansion and feel the need for such personal correction. Furthermore, we can find that simply by being alongside the sea, certain personal troubles - be they afflictions of body or spirit - are completely eased and afforded rectification.

For by such expansion we are 'opened' to renewal and also permeated with etheric light, revitalizing the body/bodies throughout. This in any measure feels good. The heinous discharge is carried away - usually through feet to water - and the man is afforded 'soul-time' where he may slow his pulse, and strengthen his heart.

So by all means twiddle toes in the sand; and know that as far as your eyes can view out to the horizon of the sea, so far your subtle body goes too. . . free to stretch out and bathe under those distant clouds.

Holy Springs- 26th December 1992

RETROSPECTIVELY, the oceans move their uppermost bulk with a singular sway. As men we have divided the bays and the seas by characteristics attributable, so distinguished and named. Is the water as one body, or is there differentiation? Why is saltwater the plasma of the Earth, whilst pure water is the vitality of all physical being?

In Antioch there is a vessel to which it was attributed to have held Christ's tears. They were not salty. He had cried proficiently, but never at any time enough to have filled a cup.

There have been many a holy spring and fountain historically, where miraculous events have been effected thereby. From such revered wells the water expired was quite different to that of ordinary water: the occasioning of it being there in the first instance, and the immense vitality and healing properties, in the second.

Quite often it is Mary the Apostate who is envisioned beside these enfleurages of Heaven. 
 

Water is not contained within the Earth's atmosphere- it comes and goes as it pleases. It has residue upon departing, but evaporation and dispersement do not account for its passage into and out of this world. If one were to measure the weight or capacity, they could find remarkable shifts in this regard. Just as in a sealed test tube one may inspire water - beginning as moisture droplets, until the glass is quite full. It could be said that water is liquid sunlight, literally. The sunlight can call forth the water, as the pitch in the spectrum is as a transformation: the one upon the other.

And we are beings of light in flesh; we are water and warmth - thus light transmuted.

The water which flows from the holy springs is water which comes directly from Heaven. This is what makes it so special. There are such pockets within the world, where there is an entrance, albeit small, connecting directly with the etheric world.

The beings who inspire such fountains wish only to bring supplication to a troubled world. Quite often their accompanying message is fraught with warnings of evil's consequences; usually because they themselves have very sad tales to tell, and mournfully repent their ills.


Tri-laterally the hen warms her egg.  

The spore of a dandelion sucks light into its duodenum. (It is like the center of an asterisk.)

Men are impassioned with a mix of effervescent experiences of being, coloring the moment - rarely the simple expression.

All dogs wag tails like a handshake in reverse.

The Reality to the Various Bodies of Christ- 24th December 1992

FOR it was that the body of David was dark and cumbersome. Ethanael did oversee the transformation, which at the time of the Baptism, bespoke as if another. And the body was worsted under the strain of the blending, the intermingling of body-celeste and body-corrupt.

Heirome saw to it that the fingers bore no nails, the toes either. The flesh was exposed.

The body-exalted was seen flying over Jerusalem, witnessed by thousands. There was a summoning intensity - those who watched drew breath; those who doubted were defeated. It was no private spectacle. The fishermen lined-up their tiny boats and kept watch with unrealized expectation for many nights, many months after.

A succession of rainbows appeared from His Light. His Image was as if in triplicate, with one either side of He who was Him. He spoke without speaking. From His pointed Hand there drew light. He revolved around the Earth three times and oversaw His Kingdom.

Those who mistook His Being to be nothing more than an apparition were quick to scoff, when He had passed. Some could not even contain the memory of that they had witnessed.

There were many healings in an instant; whilst as many broken bodies. For there were some of those who had bodies of flesh with demons within, who looked likened to Men, but were not Men; and these were broken down all at once - instantly.

Lightning seized cloudless skies.

The Earth had not refused this God physical entry. He did prove that He belonged rightfully - that the Men are His Men, and Man is Him.

For the descension into Matter was no easy navigation, and born entrance into the world's embrace at our Christmas time. As all are! 

The Earth did not spew Him, but the naive flesh could not withstand His Potency. When His Body dissolved into the Earth, the demons bethought they had won, for they harbored such conceit as made them stupid to the facts. 

The dissolution spread rapidly - where not one speck remained unaffected. All had the markings of Christ, in form, in growth, from soil upwards. And He was free as before, but not as before. King and claimant, willful, he had saturated all Earthly matter, Earthly matter now being His greater Body.

Matter is not as it seems: it is as insubstantial as a dream; and venerated as an elusive dream. Physicality requires fluidity, flux, motivation and response, and very solid-appearing ethers which are the binding-stuff of earthly design. Such ethers are reactive to those subtle forces as outlined, but only appear as substantial. The Body of Christ which did infiltrate the substance of Earthly matter has brought deeper substantiation - compelled matter to draw together in a way which has strengthened form. Here is paradox: matter itself has become moreso, than with inclination to disassociate, break up, break down or etherialize.

The process of refinement is more easily worked upon because of this, e.g. I can write on paper which is as paper, rather than pulp. In other words, we have something to work with which shall be dependable and intrinsically good.
For He has adopted the offspring of His child - the Earth - and been received by said grandchild: the physical world. For some eggs are fertilized after expulsion.

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