Around the dial,
Around and around;
Beneath the sea's swell,
Up and down, up and down,
Moves the ceaseless spirit.
In traffic of words,
Chatter chat, chatter chat;
In water through fiords,
Spashity splat, spashity splat,
His Love increases.
Through hymnal praise,
Sing-song-sung, sing-song-sung;
And nights, bedding days,
Season after season and beyond,
We are one.
With troll's endless laughter,
Snickery jeer, snickery jeer,
And befores giving way to the after,
Tear upon tear, tear upon tear,
His Smile is upon us.
Oh gladness, joy and magnificent men!
Who work and toil for a better times ten!
Be it peace, yet be great,
With the life Heaven meant,
May your days and your raves be one Christen-event!
IN ancient, ancient times, it was not uncommon to find a bird with fur and not feathers. The pelt was not unattractive but rather soft and glossy and ingeniously rippled with peacock hues.
These furry birds did not fly as they do today. They would run or jump far, or simply turn invisible and transmigrate through matter when decided. They would cuddle into the hollows within a tree or sandbank. They would sleep with their heads sideways, nestled into a furry neck, and their gem-like eyes would close for a time whilst they rested and dreamt of flight.
Ages hence and they are more delicately contrived. Their coat has been exchanged for an aerodynamic feathered wrap. When they drift into sleep nowadays, they are still carried away in dreams of flight, even though their day's occupation is filled with the air stream channels and the diving between. Their aspirations take them to higher skies, beyond the mantle of cloud, even further than the membrane surrounding the Earth.
For this is nature; and our nature too. We shall always be called to go further, and shall. Whatever form we may take on the way, will give over to yet another that shall take us even a little more further.
Like the birds with the hairy chest we all seek a freedom out from the conditions we are in. This is natural and a way of knowing that there are vast skies all about us, which we will travel in days to come with great joy!
Through perilous pass and rocky incline,
I have come all this way to this moment;
Though steep and foreboding, the air was so fine,
And with fragrance and fare,
I am finally here.
I have witnessed the flesh be born and then wither -
In countless thousands all belonging to me …
Knowing both of sweet death, and my lover, renewal,
In this temple wait I prayerfully.
Oh God of my heart,
Of my soul,
Of my life,
Be known in my days unto Eternity's time,
So though it be endless, fulfilled shall it be,
And the love I accomplish, shall accomplish in me.
GREATNESS is hidden in all of its manifold mysteries, in Man!
What is this greatness? It is the Christ. You cannot separate Man from Christ, nor Christ from Man. There is in truth, no such distinction.
When you speak of Principalities and Thrones, are your bearings given to time (as in who came first) or to authority (as in original truth) or to power (as to who is most mighty of all)? By what criteria are you trying to name Christ and to what purpose?
Is the Christ in Man less than the Christ in the higher Logos, or are they one of the same? And by whose authority shall we speculate?
We are men. We know what we know as men know. We also know as Christ knows, for He indwells within us. Higher divinity knows. The consciousness of divinity does not know only selectively, but comprehensively - knowing all things at all times. We shall not discredit our own knowing by these distinctions. But what we shall do is arrive at an honesty from the outset which does not profess the ability to know what is unknowable to us at present.
If you accept Christ as the first and final authority … the One who was not only at the beginning of all primary manifestation, but also the One to which such Creation was the Author, then you may find something of this origin within yourself. He is the first and final power, the beginning and the end – the Alpha and the Omega … indwelling in Man.
Why look to another time and place? For in the way that you are telling of Him, he is none of these characters, which rightfully present within their own self-conscious identity. The mystery of it is that He is more of you than of deity one or deity two, as you would have it.
Find Him here. His Passion Lives in the Present. His Duty and His Pain do also. His Story is verily in the living moment. His Blood is red, and not black. His Breath is sweet and not fetid. His countenance cannot be contained. Find Him here.
Do you recall that for every age there is such a celebrity that hundreds of thousands of souls exemplify and find identity within their context? This is not unusual. In same manner, so have there been exalted beings who too have, in fragmented ways, identified with our Beloved Christ and faithfully mirrored such characteristics which are of Him. There is a myriad of key angelic lineages based on this principle. Great Bodhisattvas also wear the signature of one who is more exalted than themselves - a borrowed identity which they may be known by. So in like fashion there are scores of greater and lesser beings for which He may be attributed.
We ask you again to look to Man. Here within is our chance to find Him as we may know Him best. It was out from His desire for Man that the worlds unfurled originally. Nature was born out from our limbs, and the fruit and the wilderness both came from our loins (literally). When we danced through the Heavens our place upon the Earth was prepared … and when the creatures spilt upon the burgeoning landscape, it was our circus that commanded their appearances.
There are no other windows for us to look out of other than our own. Light streams in through those windows. That light brings us vivid images of far away gods and graces, who still glance in upon us upon His Light.
We are humble. Our greatness (His Being) is hidden from us. The lesser gods are not humble, they parade their glory, they emanate their beingness. Men suffer a false vanity from time to time, but even this has no real idea of the greatness which could be claimed. Paradoxically such greatness is no more useful when it is acknowledged, for it needs be shown in action, demonstrated in Christ-likeness: in the imitation of.
Christ is the beginning and the end, and all others are but characters within, which may carry a part of Him and be of Him, but are not Him in totality… save Man.
Duplicity lives in Man. This is the mystery at hand. This is why we burn to know and to name, but feel intensely His own breath within us. Added to this, for all of the characters depicted and given His Schedule, we can find those too within. This is because Man (and we of Mankind) bear these greater cosmic realities within us. We hold a broader capacity for such comprehension through Him.
And yet it is but our window.
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