Two Fairies

TWO fairies were fighting over a flower pot. The mistress of the household had secured a plant, taking it from the garden, resettling it into a decorative urn. With this new immigrant came also its companion-planted fairy, that had now unwittingly happened into the territory of a very spiteful spindly limbed creature, who protested the new arrival of both.

The defensive householder fairy had not seen much of the outdoors in quite a few decades. An elemental being, whose consciousness was now defined within the walls of this house, was prideful of each placement of treasured article; ever watching over the comings and the goings. You could often see her chasing the walls, taking an inventory repeatedly. Now, here came this being from the garden! Swanning in upon a couch of green fern! Idle! Carefree! And enjoying the newly acquired decorator plant pot in her lounge room!!!

A week or so later the plant began to fail. At first it appeared to be lacking just water, but it was more than that - being mournful in consideration of the sadness for its partner in being, who too was fading in this lounge room. 

Disparaged and forlorn, the unwanted immigrant longed for the garden she had come from. She despaired from the tirades of the protective objectionable other. Possibly her worst day came when the liquid fertilizer was administered. All the while the household creature spat and screamed at her, wailed and complained, and stamped her tiny foot, doing all that she could for the tempers to succeed and evacuate her from the house.

Well the plant was returned to the soil, even though by all appearances there wasn't much hope, considering its dry brown frailty. However, after a rain or two and a morning elixir, both the creature and its living greenness were restored.

Some time after, the mistress of the house became quite ill herself. One said that it was something she had 'caught' and another speculated that she had simply 'run herself down', but the larger truth of it was that the agitated fairy had overbearingly affected her good nature, by proximity and through relationship, infecting the house and its owner with a sickness of soul.

The mistress, of course, had ever been prideful of her house in the past. But now, due to the illness, had not the strength to keep it tidy and did not even appreciate, as before, the adorning placements. The knick-knacks were no longer an inspiration to her. The curtains looked depleted, and she preferred them now open, to the fabric's pattern as before. Yes, the window with its aspect in the garden appealed to her much more now, than what the inside had to offer. 

Her home became a confine to her, and not the 'palace' she had once felt it to be. She, like the ferny fairy, longed to be outside; longed to move away from the materialism she once had built her life around.

While she slept, the householder fairy busied herself, including the woman in her inventory check, satisfying herself that she remained housebound - telling herself that this was because she loved her so much. And the mistress dreamed, yet woke too tired to recall the better parts of these dreams, seeing only the dull and troubled mirror of her life.

Now and then the garden fairy would shy up to the window and look in. She understood this sickness herself, and wished for the woman the healing she had known. She called upon her friends and sought for help.

Three days later there was a visitor at the door. Under his arm was a brown paper bag with a fruit bun within, and in the other hand a tissue-clad bouquet of flowers. Every flower, every stem with bud, had a living child of virtue - a rosy faced, violet eyed fairy - a congregation of happiness.

When she got better, as bettered she did, the gentleman visitor returned and took her to many places. Some were scenic nature-type places and some were other buildings and houses which naturally were different to her own. 

She later was to move in with him - took a few books with her, but for the bulk of the furniture, ornaments and so forth, she gave it all away to coveting relatives and neighbors, finally relinquishing the remains to a garage sale.

On moving day, when the house was emptied and suitably cleaned, she took one last look through the doorway into the vacant lounge room. She did not know how long to reminisce, what was an appropriate time to say goodbye … and could not have consciously realized or seen the little figure in the corner, that she was, at least in part, saying goodbye to. You see, the householder fairy could not go with her, it came with the house. It could not bring itself to venture outside of those doors, for it was not within that tiny nature that was her.

That afternoon a removalist's truck edged its bulk into the driveway. Clattering down the ramp came a variety of treasures, cramming into the house, being placed here and there - new nails on the walls, boxes with neatly wrapped packages - here, for our fairy, was a new inventory to be made and accounted for!

Each Step Ascends

An old man sat at a gravestone, tracing with his finger the name engraved upon the cold stone. Where the letters were etched were only indent spaces, even hollows, not really there, yet the surrounding mold made them appear so.

"Is this what I am to amount to?" he asked of himself. He was weary with the contests of life and wearied also at the anxiety of the afterlife. Almost resigned, yet wanting and unfulfilled, he began to weep for himself in genuine sorrow, fatigue and aloneness.

Christ then appeared beside him, softly placed his palm on the old man's rounded shoulder and said:

"Dearest of friends, on the pathway of worldly life, from birth through to death, each step ascends - each step ascends!"

Just then the elderly man had a vision of the pilgrims traveling their lives upon earth, each one; and he could see a plain line that went for countless miles of both men and women proceeding upwards to a point invisible. It was to him like the largest mountain convoy one could have ever imagined, moving, as Christ had told him, steadily upwards.

A moment or two later he began to feel the difficulty of these steps. He felt that it had been easier when he was younger, but now the climb required more than his will had to offer. It seemed that he was indeed traveling this upward journey, but it was becoming impossibly difficult … 

"See now how one step builds upon another? And this place you step out from, these rocks beneath your feet, are from the mountain of Experience! Grace, Life and Virtue uphold you! The spirit is never tired, for curiosity keeps it buoyant. Curiosity keeps it buoyant!"

Another moment or two later it was as though the film on the man's eyes had cleared, and he saw the vision again, but with yet more distinction. Beneath the feet of the pilgrims, the steps there they mounted, were … tombstones - just like the one he was sitting beside. And this tombstone, the one he had traced, bore that of his name. 

"It is time" Christ softly said. "Come, you can walk with Me, if you like" and He took his hand.

Auf Deutsch:
"Ein alter Mann saß an einem Grabstein, und folgte mit seinem Finger dem eingravierten Namen auf dem kalten Stein. Wo die Buchstaben eingeätzt waren, waren nur eingedrückte Leerfelder, auch hohl, nicht wirklich da, doch die Umgebung ließ sie so erscheinen.

"Ist es das, was ich bedeute?" fragte er sich selbst. Er war schwach von den Wettbewerben des Lebens, geschwächt auch von der Angst vor dem Leben nach dem Tode. Fast resigniert, doch hoffend und unerfüllt, begann er für sich selbst zu weinen in echter Sorge, Müdigkeit und Einsamkeit.
Christus erschien neben ihm, legte sanft seine Hand auf die Schulter des Mannes und sagte:

"Liebster der Freunde, auf dem Weg des weltlichen Lebens, von der Geburt hindurch bis zu Tod, jeder Schritt steigt auf - jeder Schritt steigt auf!"

Genau da hatte der ältere Mann eine Vision von Pilgern die ihr Leben lang über die Erde wandern, jeder einzelne; und er konnte eine deutliche Linie sehen, die sich endlose Meilen fortsetzte für Männer und Frauen, aufwärts zu einem unsichtbaren Punkt. Es erschien ihm wie die riesigste Berg-Kolonne die man sich jemals vorstellen konnte, sich, wie Christus ihm gesagt hatte, stetig aufwärts bewegend.
Einen Moment oder zwei später begann er, die Schwierigkeit dieser Schritte zu fühlen. Er fühlte, daß es leichter gewesen war, als er jünger war, doch nun erforderte der Anstieg mehr als sein Wille bieten konnte. Es schien, daß er tatsächlich diese Reise aufwärts machte, doch es begann unmöglich beschwerlich zu werden...

"Siehst du jetzt, wie ein Schritt zum anderen führt? Und dieser Ort aus dem du heraustrittst, diese Felsen unter deinen Füßen sind vom Berg der Erfahrung! Gnade, Leben und Tugend halten dich aufrecht! Der Geist ist niemals müde, denn Neugier hält ihn lebendig!“

Einen weiteren Moment, oder zwei, später war es, als ob der Film auf des Mannes Augen sich klärte und er sah die Vision erneut, doch diesmal mit mehr Genauigkeit. Zwischen den Füßen der Pilger, die Tritte die dort befestigt waren, waren.... Grabsteine - genau wie der eine, neben dem er saß.

Und dieser Grabstein, derjenige den er aufgespürt hatte, trug seinen Namen.

"Es ist Zeit", sagte Christus sanft. "Komm, du kannst mit Mir gehen, wenn du möchtest" und Er nahm seine Hand."

Assorted Sweets- 3rd February 2002

TWO gods: Philosophy and Reason, were arguing "the Truth" one day, when Christ happened upon their debate. Both wore injured countenances and pleadingly requested His support for their being.

"Tell us" they both asked unwittingly "who of the two is the most valuable to You?"

He smiled and kissed them both, and then replied:

"Neither." 

And then it was that they saw (quite completely) what they both had been missing. The two embraced and became companions-eternal.

Human Shells?- January 2002

Question:
As far as the children of God are concerned, there is no question about it. Do you believe that all human forms have souls?
- Br. Ron

HUMAN forms manifest around two governing prerequisites, Christ being apparent and central to the whole, and also a humaness, of which the key to the pneu instigates the overall cooperation of the collective organism. 

The human form exceeds itself physically, and by its apparition begins to work with forces in ways which not only transmute the physical properties used, but also etherically work outwards as well. The aspect here is that you may have an individual who is endowed with spirit/soul/ego-major/ego-minor/astrality/ether-body, who is 'whole and intact' with these containing and operating parts of being manifest, however when being part of the incarnating-into-matter process, is not as jailed (as one might first think) but actually has more cooperating 'power' of a kind in possibility, by their physical organization and internment, than without it.

The understanding of this may be addressed in detail at a further stage, but the above is to indicate that the human form itself is indeed very special and not just merely a clothing to a higher existence. In its own right there are mysteries which will enable men to achieve what they could not if confined within the spiritual realms only.

Now the question of whether or not we can have animate bodies without there being motivating souls within, can be answered by saying that there are many degrees of incarnating and expressing the self-consciousness, manifesting the egoic presence and so forth. Although it may appear to be a dry wit that replies in this way, we can examine many folk who are barely self-conscious, hardly wakeful and operating egoicly, for countless reasons. One can find generally speaking, few examples of individuals representing themselves in a present-moment/self-conscious/arterially-responsive/intelligently-soulic/objectively-egoic, lively, wakeful, way.

Never mind your zombies! The true zombie still has his connections - certain connections to predecessing humanhood. Without such connections the form would dissipate immediately, without compromise. 

We are driven into incarnation and to remain for very deep and strong reasons. When most men sleep and their consciousness is removed from their bodies, their bodies may appear to be 'somnambulistic-zombies', whereas there is no sinister or doubtful concern with this process. As conditions change within their capabilities, the practice of this will change too. At present, if you can leave your body and be forgetful on the ensuing continuity of consciousness upon return (during sleep) then you also, during brief or prolonged periods, will do so during the day as well. No matter how much a man may pride himself about being aware, this propensity to withdraw and not remember the episodes between is there as long as he exhibits this unconsciousness during sleep. 

Later throughout his development he will pass into the spiritual worlds and back into his body with a self-consciousness which is suited to both. Now one might suggest that the body will still be inanimate during the sleep, regardless of the individual and his progress with his continuity of wakefulness throughout. However our physical form is greatly affected (as long as we are connected) by all that we do; even when we are functioning outside of it. And when the individual has achieved a greater continuity of self-awareness and expression in both realms, the body will experience (to its understanding) that which is encountered without it. This happens not only in the spiritual worlds (by which there is a marvelous experience for it to realize), but also when the adept has projected himself into the physical realm (physical or local astral) the body also identifies itself with the experience of the connected soul.

Do animated shadows have their own light in them which activates them or are they merely chimera projected out upon the screen of Creation by the lack of light? It would be nice to say that there are not true beings of malevolence, within and without our Kosmic fields, our home. The dire-most entities are often referred to as 'the crucibles' because direct supplication to their evility was brought forth in response to the hazards that they caused. 

One philosophy we embrace tells us that all things come out from goodness. Here a secondary truth we can add, that much goodness has been born in new form resulting out from the crucible of the most treacherous of beings - yet it is not to this purpose they work. 

It could be close to the truth to suggest that in this way the Devil himself has prompted much goodness. There are faithful and obliging individuals who would have it that this was so, because there is a certain historical proof within the arcana, to show that terrible and horrifying beasts caused Heaven to find a creativity She never knew She had before. 

Yes, dark places there are, parallel places to our own, in counter-force, in cruel domain. 

Yes, they can and do manifest through individuals who expire their humanity into the passions of these demons. The pedophile, the rapist, the murderer, the torturer, these individuals feel the enjoyment of the pleasures of the demons as they are infiltrated by their presence. Demons personally do not take immediate pleasure in the acts of defilement to humanity in ways as we might think (they can access brutality everywhere easily); nor do they enjoy the defilement of the individual who is corrupted with their design primarily. Their major agenda is simply to come into the body itself and attempt combining with it. 

So, to be very specific, the point above was not so much about the human content in or connection to the body, but moreover about the demonic content and connection as well. And so we return to the mystery itself of the power contained within the human frame and what it offers. 

Practically everything today in Man's thinking is 'taken out of context'. Organic thinking has been replaced by mineral thinking. Intellectualism became fragmented - even chains of specifics are island concepts. The mind absorbs wonderfully many differing informations and experiences, yet part and parcel of today's augmentive cognization is fractional thinking, which is out of true and whole context.

We work to maintain a reality. The reality is not given to us or perceived so easily as it is. We determine much by our thinking, yet are limited by such tools to divine with. However, in truth all things are connected in a living and interactive way. In truth this fragmentation really only occurs in the thinking itself. It is not how things work in nature or within ourselves. 

The arcane tree [Sephiroth] is quite the plan of the body. With such plans one can see the demons pore over the shoulder of the magician…studying, studying, their greatest confounding anathema. Now, why the obsession, and wherefore the cousin-keys, were they not (at least in part) human themselves, in the making?

A trademark of demonic activity is also in the fragmentedness. They are mineral corporeal. They are associated with the spheres astrally and minerally, which the virtues stream through. But, they the antithesis to the virtue of their sphere, hold keys to us through the substance of the planet to which they are connected.

We host demons.....

[Unfinished]