Teaching in Parables & Pictures- 29th December 1993

IF I give you the picture of a herd of stampeding stallions, dust and dribble, frenzied push, straining, flying forward with a pressured thud of hoof impacting ground; this picture-representation may awaken and stimulate some or all of the centers which would ordinarily respond to the actual event.

To the man who has not been exposed to cinematographic reproductions, the suggestions of imagining are even more savorable. However, to each there is the gift of this which affects a man's inner sensibilities equal to the impact of the world at large upon his being. The workings-in of pictures drawn, have the influence to heal or harm, enstrengthen or weaken, tighten or loosen, enhance or conceal; and so the subject alone – i.e. of creative imagining - becomes intensely relevant to every individual.

The "guided tour" as given by another, is an interaction which may be the first progressive insight into the man of the future, and what one may bring to another. For example, we may have a storyteller - not one who transgresses to happenings of the past which did strike him particularly, as the recollecting and re-experiencing may not be given well, even if worth the telling; no, what is meant rather, is the endeavor to guide a journey for another, through creative expression which is thoroughly worthwhile (speech, music, drama, dance, poetry etc.) that the communicative powers overpass the ordinary means (direct experience and direct word).

One may observe the uncanny way in which men come to understand and misunderstand each other. If there are plain sentences given, it will be remarkably difficult for each man to derive the true context and meaning. In other words, if I deliver a plain speech to a roomful of people, every man shall reason the meaning differently; or if there had been the power of imaginative pictures delivered, the exact message would be well conceived by all.

The adept mesmerists could deliver their pictures without the assistance of speech at all. There was no vocalization whatsoever, and far from endorsing the mesmeristic extreme, it does highlight a point or two in as far as the many levels of communicative offering.

In the gentler sense, the meeting of people may bring about either a mutual sharing of experience or the leading of inner experience from one to another. When it is that two or more have participated in a common experience which is uplifting, by comparison to their general condition, the folk concerned will share such impressions ad infinitum. Apart from the sentimental value of this, there becomes a more valuable concern, that it is only by the shared reflections may a man truly interpret the world and take the experience to himself in a way that could not be achieved otherwise. 

When one does review each and every happening after crossing portal of death, they do know of themselves and subsequently the world, through the perspective of they who they were with. Now in the case of the highest hoped-for scenario, there becomes a recollection from souls who are absolutely enhanced simultaneously, that they were inspired and joyful throughout their being and the conditions within and without. They could come to know this in the taking up of experience just prior to Heaven. 

Following on from this shared joy there becomes a mercurial meeting place where two orbits may once again coincide, and all men who have had 'beings in common' which have shared good and great experiences - for minute-moments, days or years - will be assured the opportunity to join together again. This is provided for in all conditions and habitats, through all phases of being (not only with Man), that resonance commands conjuncture.

So that does describe the mutual experience, now what of the uneven interaction from one to another? The craft of storytelling - by however means, as described before - requires that the active individual parades a sequence of imaginings before the passive, receptive viewer. Supposing that one is really capable in this, there should be imparted such pictorial demonstrations as do enliven the individual without injury. In contrast to common conversation there is an exerted effort consciously maintained, that the soul-mind may receive this and that representation - as in, "I am really speaking to you".

Some folk who would be overly persuasive, corrupt the gift of delivery with forceful, willful projections which are brought about by a desire to obtain something from the soul that they are then imposing upon. This has to be mentioned, for the creative aspect has naught to do with self-bound desire, and in the case of a would-be salesman who has discovered the power of influence by talking up an unrelated story and invoking interest enough to make use of, he becomes very much bound to the actual desires he invokes and suffers them irrepressibly after death. For there was no gift or fulfillment, and in the desire within the salesman to contrive nonsense that he may take advantage of another, he must endure that whimsy until such a point that he himself becomes revolted by deceit. Of course, not all salesmen endeavor to sell at any cost, that goes without saying, but it is clearly a temptation for many individuals to come to the imaginative powers unwholesomely and mistake their usefulness.

There shall be in future times, conversations when both participants take the turn of being demonstrator, and this actively creative interaction will not, eventually, require words in a way we use them. Poetry is a fine example of this, that the power of invocation greatens with the abbreviated text. Less is more and it is the quality of essential word which is central to the object and the gift of presentation thereby. Mundane thoughts and words do not scratch the surface of a muddied soul-window. They provide a comfort and a certain worldly use, but are rarely used as intended. The actual art of conversation is one which will improve markedly as evolution proceeds.

Many times an individual may bring the greatest relief to another by effectively communicating in a way that satisfies the soul. And there need not be open acknowledgment for this to have occurred. The ability of song (one of) is that the picture invocations move within the listeners, producing a comprehension that could be won by no other way; and the creative powers are contained and expelled in perfect vehicle: the voice of Man.

Melody is at the apex of all sound, and true melody governs the universal laws and commands the manifestive arrangements. There is a tune as it were, in every 'dance routine' of life; a set sequence of notes-of-being which are pre-existent. Notes do combine as planets dance and men and women move in and around the world, as the seasons advance and the gentle kingdom responds - all from Creation's song book and not to be unraveled by linguistic DNAs, but by the unmistakable tune which is what it is. When one says that the gem is the more perfect expression of the mineral-rock, it is also too that a song is the more perfect expression of all other vocalizations.

We can deliver the gift of a good soul-impression, given that we aspire to do so. The dramatizations as conducted on a personal basis, are an attempt to creatively work the mundane and realign significance within the men and women participants. In this form of imaginative projection there shall necessarily be new experiences invoked, even though the verbal conversation indicates some historical mimicry [psycho-drama]. The entire point would have to be as to whether or not the experiences brought forth - which we might add, unquestionably speak to the inner man - resolve or inspire in this their aspect.

If the concentration (and concentration it is) is upon the issue of self-doubt then the man concerned will be led into grave terrain, having been persuaded by the powerful influence the inner experience has wrought. If on the other hand, the demonstrator has incorporated Christ and brought His healing to that suffering stuck in time, then all goes well as the Greater Harmony shall bring order to the troubled individual. We may do this wherever there is sensed to be dissension about a man, for by inviting Christ's Presence silently, the picture may speak where the words cannot pass.

The Familiar & the Divine- 27th December 1993

FRANCIS was not a gentle man: being cumbersome in build, seasoned by several small wars, content to be a soldier and travel abroad, content also as a laborer whose coarse hands could hold a bird. This is to be mentioned because the familiar and the true may speak with a sense to all: a common sense which does teach us of the manner in which we may begin at the outset to ponder the reality of any truth.

Quite often it is that an advancing man becomes so capable of abstractions and specifications that he mistakes the familiar as to be a commonality which is so well comprehended afore time, that as a fruit sucked dry, shall offer nothing more.

Great art speaks to us from the two points intersecting:

Inspirational ▼


Familiar ▲

For we are marveled not by Heaven alone, but that she should enter into our World and all we know there! 

If one pictured St. Francis to be a bony man, lithe and feeble, they should mistake the great relevance he personally saw out by his commanding relationship to all - bird, beast and man - who did know him. Great organizers are rarely, if ever, feeble about their task. The men and women who were inspired by his constancy were awed by his purposefulness, forthright and decisive. That portion of his day he spent given to his Lord and Master was no less determined in its demands. How bold to ask! And though nine-parts humble, how presumptuous (and rightly so) that a man goes to God with the complete expectation of winning audience! But bold as it is, this is the way it's to be.

It happens that so many fall to severe and uneasy fortunes, and in those periods of desperate frustration a man may more readily pray with intensity. Cutting to the quick he may begin to really ask determinedly, for so often the boat drifts and steers hither and thither, as the saying goes, where the wind blows the sails, and all the time the man concerned is inwardly disorientated, regretting the journey. However, come the time when circumstance persuades his fiery will to ignite self-action, he may once again regain his necessary ego-qualification. 

It is of tremendous sadness to approach a soul who is devastated beyond 'spark and spirit'. Some are but temporarily ruined and shall return to their rightful place in true manhood; and then there are those within a lifetime that have 'forgotten' themselves - the stray lambs - who have begun to revert back into the other kingdoms in subjugation. . .

To be blatantly wilful is not, on its own, commendable. We are empowered to instigate great and marvellous happenings. All men are equipped to apply their virtue actively, and yet the ideas expire before their execution. Progressively however, our expectations heighten and as long as we are unabashed by short-term failure we do successfully implore the powers with exacting definition and artistry.

No man truly deserves sorrow and hardship. No man truly deserves to take his place closer to God than another. Yet it is that in both there is truth that it is, deservedly or not. Although abrupt and demanding, Francis did not come to the spiritual realities of the essential characters he bore relation to, by demanding or commanding or designing this be so, that his way be their way. He came to each and every one in love through the overgrown path and the little gate of their familiar habitats. To the birds he became as bird, to the doe he became as fawn; and masterfully so.

We may not insist upon another, but rather insist upon ourselves. By consciously endeavoring to seek out another's station and accepting every aspect that it brings, we may actively participate in full experience. Further on, those prayers which are expressed on behalf of others become efficient too. From this one can agree that holy men are not without their sensitivity and love of the familiar, that they can enter into and know so intimately, and for a time become.

We have discussed this many times of course - that the ego of a man may incorporate accordingly as the being of a man ventures out to that 'common' ground, common space, before returning with the experience gained. We are well to be reminded constantly of this process, as the complexities of actual thinking and the narrowing down therewith, are impartial to the success or failure of a man and his ability to protract out from himself sufficiently to enable greater knowledge. For the thinking that a man entertains may have little or nothing to do with true knowledge.

Thinking of itself requires containment, thought by thought, and each clings to a man once drawn. The thoughts, like molluscs, attach and congregate in their respective communities and are stubborn to actually make way for the adoption of new and varied thoughts to be brought in. So a man may labor under the very pressure of those which have amassed and grown as prevalent as weeds. Very simply, one may alleviate this compression by the conscious recognition of this being so, and desire for otherwise knowing that wanton thoughts shall and will be ejected - with time. 

They are empowered by our vitality we do give to them by our concentration and use thereof. They are given importance by our employment and are loathe to dissipate, without correction. These thoughts (or more correctly thought-forms) are the eager servants to men and never intentionally injurious. How a man prefers to think directs the nature of those provoked to him; and it is by the essential quality and nature of the man himself that shall direct his thoughts accordingly.

However, there becomes a great blessing should a man come to inquire, to call for such thoughts which are distinctly enlivened by soul-qualities, pertaining to the divine aspects. For then it happens that the benefits are twofold: one being that the former thoughts are loosened, having been disassociated from self as the vitality is directed elsewhere; and the other beneficial aspect is that the more refined and higher a thought the greater its gifts are to Man. In other words, there will be an accentuation from the practice of this thinking, as opposed to the mundane contemplations only bringing more of the same to a man.

The very best mix of all is that of the higher character along with the ordinary. For it is by the appreciation of the familiar we may begin to perceive the spiritual realities as they weave their way through; and it is by the entertaining of spiritualized thought that we may interpret the ordinariness as the true wonder it really is!

Looking Out Over the Dark Water- 26th December 1993

BENEATH the sea, underneath the shell-grit and rock layer, the earth is deeply compacted under the weight and strain of the body of sea above. The ocean holds fast, sealing those portions of impenetrable terrain - for some, concealing places of a very private abode- many a hidden temple wherewith the entry is not given to hapless wanderers, being only the docile watery inhabitants - and the archives, are safe-stored and protected from discovery, protected for posterity.

It has long been known by those qualified, the method whereby one may repel water; that there may be insisted upon, internal cavities (up to a set diameter) wherein no water may enter. And the many spaces laid down and remaining are but an overhang from the times of the Atlantean demise. Necessarily prepared for and although vacated by the original master-planner, they remain in use by those who do know their whereabouts. For there is little space within the ordinary upper world which is not frequented or permeated in such a way as to disturb the work-in-progress of the temple. The forces at play deep within the various mountains can be exceptionally favorable; or equally malevolent to those who, by necessity, require a 'safe-house' to remain in undisturbed.

There are also ways and means of concealment that have been employed where needed. It is possible, as in former times, to denote a given area and design such walls that repel a man's interest, so that if a stranger happened upon the area he would be immediately inclined to desist from advancing any further and turn away. He would not be able to see through into the space within. However at best, this was only effective in the short term and did require constant upkeep in a way that demanded from someone's capabilities to maintain.

The oceanic troves permitted our colleagues to store precious articles. Materialistically one may wonder as to the significance certain books and compilations of sensitive matter provoke - and not all, we might add, are objects to be desired, for there are not a few wards which are actually potent in their evil, that are for one reason or another to be concealed and withdrawn from public circulation. And the ideal place for such containment is in a body of water, where just as the emanations are inprone to permeate in, so too may we inhibit the influences from the deadly and vile.

You may ask: why not destroy these and be done with it. What possible use may these be? There are several answers to this - in regards to the physical remains of associated malevolent implication - and a few that may not be offered. However one interesting point is that the dispensation from such articles when they are released onto a higher plane - by breaking apart their physical glue, so to speak - may be extraordinarily powerful and provocative within its astral makeover. The influence can be perpetuated if received into the wrong hands, who gravitate to any such magnet of sorrow or devastation, in awe of the powers instilled. 

More importantly we may hold those physical remains of great spiritual importance too; and conversely, these are to be saved intact, for their potency when respected, enlarges in time and may become the beginning of a future landscape in worlds to come. How so, as the seed of wondrous matter in this time?- For some are so altered by the happenings that did occur around them that they become as unique and marvelous as the precious crystal is to plain rock; and as rare and uncommon as jewels, are impressed with a very special history - they are materially significant to future matter. And it shall be also that one day their substances will translate into field and ravine, mountain or plain, forming some part of a new world sprung from the goodness and remarkableness of the former.

This is why it has been very necessary to exchange certain particular articles, and although somewhat deceiving, it has been done in a way which proves the physical representation to be coherently identical, based on its astral compounds. It is, say in the case of the Turin Shroud - yes of course, had to be - fiber for fiber alike, but not so alike as to authentically date accordingly, having been manufactured four hundred years or so after the original.

I Am this World- 23rd December 1993

With the apparel of a temporal storm, thick enclaves of mud, which like a fondue spatter and bubble, infiltrate the clear water puddles, narrowing the swollen arterial river ways. . . The arbor satisfied, calls unto the rain, drawing its succor into trainer and runner; and the salt-tempered earth inhales Life by the soil; and the meshes of blind-reaching tangles creep just a little bit farther. . .

THE great cities chatter with a liveliness of their own self importance, exuding, exhaling, emitting with ceaseless salvo. And to each, nestled in congregate huddle, the hidden activities provide for the unsuspecting souls ignorant to their being, and bring the gifts of the natural and extraordinary world - the combustion of putrefied ferment delivered daily into free particles; blessed with elastic renewal.

The multifarious hostels of insects, given to sprawl and bustle with laborious drive, these and their cousins, the sleeping pollens, stimulate life by activity in perpetual hurriedness. They make designs within the invisible world - that place adjunct - and these patterns of activity encore and precipitate physical being. White ant, red ant, black ant, green ant - who does count and know each one? And in swarms infesting those cavernous hideaways, they work on.

Vivacious the wildlife, protective their entourage - beings-celeste and beings-gravitae. Whisper corporeal world, that they might hear you; for it must be soft-spoken to penetrate through. 

Now at Christmastide, the imp, the sprite, the nymph, the sylph, the rock-dwellers and the slime-bound creatures, the triphibious beings of the air, of light, of water, become aware of the men who stalk amongst they who ordinarily maintain a casual denial of presence. All at once they become eager to draw forward and peer and prod the manly-being before them, in wondrous curiosity. 


There is a boost within the dome of general consciousness whereupon the infilling light awakens all creatures and beings energetically, that they may come to find much more of the community they dwell in. For it is generally, that we prefer to live in amongst our fellows, naïve to their being and presence.

To some they are as mere expressions of life, however detailed; when verily they are individualities composed with soul and stature, and reasonably divine! Even the mite has soul: his being extends to that soul which is his. Shared or not, he is with the importance our Father God, instilled; and the character devised by unfathomable wisdom; and we may assess this with humble respect.

And too within ourselves, our blessed bodies who in servitude do love our souls; our multi-fractional egos, which as experience gathers, come to love and endorse our world in its entirety and honor Heaven in this also. For the ego of a man knowingly commits to the understanding of all that which is quite separate to it - full circle a man does become what he did first experience in the great revelations of initial vision. Man says "I am the World, I am time itself, I am the light behind the light, and I dispel self in the mirror of all my fellows-in-being".

Once experience has gravitated unto a man he says, "I am particular and knowledgeable and may prise this world into many pieces - I may count the minutes if I will, and discern the light from the shadows - I am not my brother, I am me, and how I know I am me is by what I choose not to be".

Then, one day in full self-realization, the precious ego-incarnate may exclaim:

I am this World and I do know it.
I am this World and this World does know it.
For I have looked unafraidedly into her face,
And she returned my greeting,
And we met on that inner plane where souls are meeting.

I am Time,
For I have aged and withered and died,
Only to return and withstand every parcel of change time had wrought,

Only to conclude that in being timeless throughout,
I am Time in perpetuity,
For it serves me, in generous latitude.



I am the light behind the light,
Where He goes, go I –
Into every illuminated recess,
From my eye to His Eye.


I have looked in His Eyes unafraidedly
And seen how the light does stream out from them.
Onto the World His Soul pours from His Eyes,
And I am that He is,
And He is that I be.
And I have offered back my being,
With gratitude which is full and pervious,
And wept with thankfulness, that I too am illuminated.

I am the full measure of all of my brother's fault and majesty,
I have tasted their salt and their sweet and become both,
Pursuing this worldly knowledge.
And from this, I love them all and know them well;
And though I know I am not them,
I remember when it was, how it was, in being as them so similarly.


And I do not measure myself against Men –
For I am only much more,
Therefore there is no distinction –
But measure myself with the god-men,
Who beckon me higher unto them.


I am mirrored in the Celestial Powers,
And I am, on behalf of all Men,
I am.