a little message from HEAVEN- 8th October 1991

REMEMBER the fun of running up and down grassy slopes as a child? The rush of the wind in your ears, the blur from the water in your eyes, the exhilaration of the rolling, the tumbling, the speeding down the hill? Then pushing your legs for the climb again, seeing only the top with single minded intent, thoroughly absorbed - and once there: here we go again!

It was fun! Pure, simple, energetic fun! If the day was sunny - for rain and mud would be dismal indeed - it was a joy and a delight to skim and skip up and down hills. Tired but tireless.

The Glee Club, (formerly known as the Subtlety Club) is on its way; with a simple majesty of profound joy, where the stimulation arises to happy and enthusiastic inquiry. One can feel it. Intensity on the move. Already there are questions pulsing: not with anxiety, not with forced implications, but with pure joy.

We become instantly released when faced with concepts which are clear and correct and wholesome to the soul. It is occasion for rejoicement- as is all of the celebration of life: of Creation's beauty, of Beauty's creation. In just the ability to seek out the Father, in the ability of such inquiry, we are moved from the boundaries which hitherto divided man from the angels, and man from man.

It is natural to wish to share that which is so commonly referred to as the 'Good News'. And good news it is, wherever it is to be had. Sobriety shall be taken care of - there is no need to establish a false face of sober encounter, for everyone has had their fill and wears so many a scar and detachment and sore, that sobriety is there within us all. No, rather that we enjoy that which is now invoked, the general happiness which duly comes at this arrival.

No drums to beat, no flags to wave, no fervor worked up, no enticements, no far away incentives, but rather the simple joy of the moment in this or that finding.

Glumness never helped anybody. Glumness never served the down of heart. Our folk are already battle-weary. They require refreshment and real sustenance, not candyfloss, and neither bitterweed but fare which is most needed and presented nicely. (And neither as with the fast-food industry who rely on all presentation in a gaudy sort of way: a little sugar and no substance.)

People will respond to that which is worthy of their response. It calls to them in that particular way. It demands of them certain attention. It gives to them, and they shall give to themselves a hundredfold more. It provokes insights, and as hearty handshakes the friendship is once again established. It is not just the business of 'making merry', for there are plenty of avenues for precisely just that. And it is not just the offering of values and lessons which are shockingly inarguable because of their 'soundness', because of their innate realities - for there is also plenty of that, thank goodness.

But it is slant and character, with upstanding, unselfish motivation. It is propriety, with reserved and informed consideration. And it is unique unto itself, as all entities of Creation are so unique. It is to wonderful purpose, as the design is good and grand. And it is of happier circumstances, when the peace long sent for, finally arrives. It is for preparation, as we awake again to the essential day. It is of great joy, without need for exaggeration, because it is given so.

The true test of the teaching is of the teaching itself. No Master may claim infallibility, for this would negate all possibility of change. 'Master' is a relative term - and implies also, one who has trod the boards at an earlier period - and therefore is relative only to time, and not to quality of super-character or pompous title. Duty performed is different to duty inherited.

There may be great magic at work in a simple pile of paper. One might ask: "Surely all you have, to show for this work, is a simple pile of paper?" Paper with print, paper with printed configurations. And here is the magic - for whom it has already touched, already transformed, from minor into a major. Ever so slightly, as the perspective does alter, the conduct gradually aligns, the man is more fulfilled. 
Remember, we do not count the men who find yet 'just another piece of paper'. If there is only nonsense found, we are not incensed. It is not for those who find nonsense for whom we work, for whom we strive to connect with. It is for the ones who in casual passing or strong relationship, recognize what there is to be had from this paper, from these words, and then put them to good use. This we count in any way possible. Not through ways deceitful, not through ways made unproductive and not through tricks or grand masquerade. 

For if we were to be seen - seen as we are - we would appear as unpresuming as the pile of paper. And if we made of ourselves, something more attractive or spectacular, that would be, ever so slightly, misrepresentation and therefore deceitful. We apologize if it is expected, that we should appear with trumpets, wings and rainbow lights. This might be more pertinent to a party, but not in daily attire or normal presentation. In point of fact, all of the other tricks which would be called for, are not of daily consideration either.

One does not greet a man by firstly asking of him to show you what he can do. Imagine that, even with an old friend, you simply don't go up to him and say, "OK, now show me all the wonderful things, or at least some of them, that you can do. Now! I want to see it now", and expect them to make a display of themselves. You might wander into their place of work and watch them skilfully labor, but you do not require as prerequisite to friendship or relationship, an immediate example of their skills or talents to satisfy your opinion of them. Frankly speaking there might be amusement, but anything which stretches far beyond one's own experience is rarely assimilated immediately into the consciousness without some dreadful consequence after the fact.

It is too difficult for men to concentrate on that which is before them, let alone try to digest that which is outside of their levels of experience. It may well be a good recipe for madness, but it is not something we wish to portend. One cannot force the faculties exterialy without some devastating consequence. Similarly one can never dress to satisfy all - better then not to make public appearances!

It is funny how much disagreement can arise from this point - second guessing and second looks. Without the charadery one thing is for sure: that the response would be great disbelief, disbelief, as to how can that figure presume so much or know at all? Perhaps an appearance of some Aphrodite, which one instantly falls under the spell of adulation, might suffice. But were one (us, we, I) to make an honest appearance, it would be at best, laughable.

Reclaim your joy and exuberance - it will certainly be required to see you through the times ahead. If not now, then when? Let there be no hesitation or holding back, to at least - at the very least - find happiness in pure applications. One may cast aside all objections for greater objectives. Forget the personal desires which are fruitless or unobtainable, and give over to concentrating on those true and proper values. If the work in any way helps for the achievement of this, then there is great success, and much magic a'woven, on this, a little piece of paper.

All is of Heaven. You can therefore regard this as a little message from Heaven also.

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.