Right
before, in that brief pause between, in that space just prior, in
that last breath of peace.....
Preceding
that which is to begin, that which will change everything, there is
but one moment more quiet than silence, when the heavens, looking on,
record all to a cosmic living memory to preserve what has come, and
all that will go, with these moments.
The
great Master was not without His friends.
He was the most understood in the Cosmic-verse; for it was His Light
that permeated the twelve constellations and beyond. It was His Light
that bore the recipes and remedies, the form and the folly, the
transcripts to history, the prizes and their mothering Saints; His
Light unveiled Creation’s
planes and contours; bright lit the swaggering, climbing, flying,
crawling, gliding, walking parcels of consciousness; His Light that
counseled the sages and inspired the pious, taught the fledgling
spirits the mysteries of the cosmic world - that
world within, that world without;
and His Light that broadcast the futures so told …
bearing
that divinest of predictions: the evolution of the soul - that Man
might become all he is destined to be, in health, and with love, in
reverential sanctity. To experience Life is to know Christ.
From
lifetime to lifetime the human spirit gathers the salt and savour of
adventure and trial. It is to almost impossible lengths an
individual will navigate, throughout histories of hardship, of
naivety and mastery, of a constant need to learn and relearn - to
adapt and change roles and scenes, to then migrate into races and
times unknown.
And,
all the while this same soul (which this is with all) retains an
inner sense of remaining - a knowledge of self, of ego, of being -
one of containment - yet with a voice - of individuality and the
presumption of a moderate freedom.
The
same human spirit identifies with that which is beautiful within
Creation’s
multi-toned spectrum, and to every other, and will embrace the
loveable, rejoice in the good, and celebrate the great.
Same
soul will many times die defeated, with complexities of unfinished
plans - withered by age, disease or assault; vanquished by loss - of
others or of self.
Same
soul will suffer confusion - for this transient shift of script and
scene is bewildering.
At
present the world of Man affords the souls a weave of divine
forgetfulness. The Heavens do not forget however - in point of fact
their very substance is
memory
- every spiritual being is made up of that substance of memory. Every
orb and particle of light is made with the memory of its own making.
And, when the souls of Man frequent the spiritual worlds, they too
walk in bodies of memory. Spirit-matter is refined memory - along
with its divine infusion of hierarchical glamour, and godly core.
Pure
memory.
And, if one has the eyes to see, you can read from any being or any
thing its long, very long, history in its entirety.
It
is a humorous thought that there are many who blush at the notion
that God might be watching their acts and deeds, however their
conduct and experience and all that is said and done, lives on - with
its technicolor detail to be witnessed - forever.
It
is not as a matter of record, but of substance.
Every
animate thing is propelled by the sequence of will from the very
moments before, and that which takes us into one point of time,
remains in that sequence ever after.
And
yet, to look into any man or woman’s
catalog of events would be more complex than the largest library in
all the world, in the accumulation of life’s
tales and moments for that one individual.
Remembering
one’s
past always has been selective and not comprehensive - for the divine
forgetfulness is a gift for the ability to change.
We
have spoken of this before. To add to this is also to note: that the
element of forgetfulness also enables the spirit to be able to
experience outside of itself. Therefore, because of those periods of
forgetfulness we can adopt new and different perspectives, and take
into ourselves something other than what we have attracted previously
through identification.
One
would not want to literally live within their memories, and yet, so
easily this could happen if the consciousness of the ‘I
am’
were not so developed.
So
many beings exhibit repetitive and continual behaviors which are of a
great service to their environment, yet they are also essentially
living within their own memory realms and memory bodies, rather than
by a present connection with self-consciousness operating anew.
Within the Angelic realm and elemental realm this can be said - and
it is to note here that the ‘timelessness’
of
Faerie, is one such place because of the inhabitants re-living over
and over again, in habitual play, in a memory world, with a spiritual
dance of etheric sequence. It may not age, but it also may not
progress …
this
is the ‘Peter
Pan’
aspect
of a stable eco-fae-system with an almost static evolution.
There
is a paradox to be found within the earthly sphere and the purposes
of divine forgetfulness and memory consciousness.
If
you take the ego awareness out from a man’s
conjecture he readily will slip into some form of memory-body
consciousness - and his actions and activities will reflect this way
of being.
Great
suffering can dislocate a man from his self-consciousness - and
regions of the world that have infants suckle from fearful and
aggrieved mothers can become children and adults who are easily
divorced from their self-hood and give over into a memory
consciousness instead.
This
by effect will go on to change their behaviors, counter in ways that
the individual would have had, were he self-conscious.
It
is often thought for example, that men who are mischievous or violent
have corrupted their sons to become the same in the atmosphere of
violence in the household. Sadly it is often the fear and subjugation
from the mother astrally, that incurs the soul of the child to begin
to separate out from itself and the world to then renounce their own
consciousness.
The profile of the individual who has slipped into a memory-consciousness is one who doggedly (although not rationally) strives for repetition and dogma, finding comfort in practices and ideologies that are rigid, and usually unforgiving. The dominant principle is one of ‘it is because it is right’ or ‘it is because it has always been’. And the racial or religious characteristics become accentuated as old racial or old religion without any capacity to hold a living connection with the interactions about. There is no rational or empathetic or realistic consciousness that is operating from this person so affected. And, this handicap is largely formed in youth.
Of
course such dislocation can happen within a grown individual as well
- and very quickly. Soldiers who have desensitized, never to regain
their wits or morals again; addicts who have departed their
self-awareness leaving for the shores of an early retirement;
prostitutes and other such laborers whose only way of endurance is to
disincarnate out from their sense of self and reality’s
demands.
If
you are a free thinker then you are truly blessed with this ability
to experience anew.
Oft
times it is simply this inner sense of being able to be a free and
current thinker that is the most exciting and invigorating experience
of all - moreso than the actual thought one is working towards
grasping. It is that pause before the knowing, it is that space
within the prospect; it is the chance and possibility - these light
filled moments are born of true freedom and peace.
For
some, in this one lifetime, the peace may not be known. For most,
there will be spaces - enough, where the memory-self becomes remote
and the man or woman is carried by something that they see or hear or
taste or know - and this becomes a revelation - a new experience
revealed. And this brings peace.
And
for those who are fortunate enough to have philosophical minds that
can wander as they please - you have now the responsibility to
cultivate the new thought and work as you might to enrich the world
with inspiration - in the hope that it will draw out the best from
those around you, and awake a few besides.
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