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Sunday, January 24, 2010

Blessed Be...- 13th August 1992


BLESSED be the meek, for it is they who do not impact the verdant Earth. It is they who would not bruise even a peach or pry the flesh from the heart.

Blessed be those who know not cruelty, whose attitude recoils from the hardship of criticism's burdens. That they would ne'er intend to mock, cajole or even offend. . . and treasure their words well spent.

Blessed be all those who weep, in sympathy or struggle dear. The anguish borne depletes the spirit, and may give way to anger and embitterment if they are allowed to cry alone. May they who sorrow know the sweet breath of hope in answer to all prayer.


Blessed be the pious, who with stalwart forbearance uphold the mighty frame of an ever trembling humanity. May they receive ten strengths from Heaven, and know the courage which defies the doubts that run side-stream. Such courage is all the new world requires as foundation.

Blessed be the righteous who have fallen, that we consider those who in lapse, now misgiving, have gone against themselves to provide for an unworthy sin. That they do not acknowledge this lament to be stuck as tar upon the self, but cleanse the guilt through betterment once again.

Blessed be those who seek judgment on their brothers, as perhaps it shall come to them precisely why their brothers have fallen. And too, may they be correct and mindful that penalties are such, that all men who do commit opinion are immediately reviewed themselves.


Blessed be all worldly produce: may the bounty be full and pleasing to men. That the plants give their best and so nurture us well, and concurrently the soil will be tilled with thanksgiving and dutiful respect. May we honor this Nature which sustains our friends, our fellows and our families; and abide no injury upon her face, no insult upon her beauty.

Blessed be the dark in heart, for those with few illumined recesses. . . We pray that they shall overstep their forlorn aloneness and come cautiously out of such degradation, as is the poverty imposed by evil. We call all men to be of humanity, that they do not flinch or shy away from those images of Man adorned: Man in his proper place. That they will permit Christ Himself to enter into their stifling captivity; that He shall soften the armadillo armor-shell; that He shall bring tears to a countenance parched by heartlessness; that He shall strip thee of false dignity and pompous costume, that thee become once more the man that you rightfully are; that He answer your wonderings and prove all expectations feint when compared to the grand reality of being; that He shall comfort your spirit with a presence that heals all harm and loves with great pity; that you may awaken to the true and magnificent quest which awaits the order of you and yours, and all associated kingdoms combined.

Blessed be the troubled, who with no particular affliction, cannot make their way in the world. That they may perceive such worry to hearken to but an inner life- whereupon all motivation is derived. For those who are caught so within the physical realm and persuaded too heavily that that is all there is of spirit, the heart is heavy and optimism dashed repeatedly. And so, for such who are windswept and troubled, may they find self-governance and observation of the deeper mysteries which permeate the world. May they awaken to the unity and remarkable cooperation of all such living detail. That they may marvel at such explicit design, and regain their enthusiasm for true reality.

Blessed be those who are happy. May the sublime continue through their days; and they retain some part of the joy they now experience, and keep it for the not-so-happy days. Be it a promise of prospects which transpose sorrow. Glad they be, and glad again. This we wish for our fellow men.

Blessed be the overly-strict: they who with whip and cane, blaspheme themselves with torturous insults and condemnation. May they too soften with that love which oversteps all minor imperfections as do accompany all men; which until by Grace are unburdened. It is the lenience of Heaven which proclaims "Enough!" and "No more!" be the pain of sin endured. Finally, when we are reprieved, we cannot take the cause totally from self, for the desire and inclination to err is within our understanding. It cannot be both ways, for if we understand it not, there becomes a void to be answered (by experience); and if it is (which it is)- that we intimately know those ways of error- then we are one virtue short of perfection!

Blessed be the sick and the waning: That the physical afflictions dissolve and unharness themselves from such corrupted flesh. That with pneu life they are reborn; their vitality regained and no longer as poison to them. We pray for those who suffer pain and fear of pain, that this be eased by a sweet sleep which shall restore them completely; and that each and every one shall draw beloved Christ afore them; that He shall touch their feeble frame, and by His Presence the demons of sickness shall not remain.

Blessed be those who are stricken with insanity: For those with fevered or extinguished intellects, those who are caught between worlds, but bound to Earth; those who are disgraced by an abandoned consciousness. We pray that they return to normalcy. We pray that those conditions be such, that all madmen may literally 'come to their senses', and that by the grace of the virtues they shall make clean and good their heart to withstand evil. May the accompanying demons be flung from their personage and restoration made.

Blessed be the grateful, who with meager share do not scorn God, but bow in humble servitude, pronouncing all offerings to be good. For the grateful do not offend God, but appease Him. It is only to the grateful that much is given. . . and verily is. All souls know of this, and it is to a realization of our soul's aspect, that we must align and accord. It is only gratitude that we may offer back; such gratitude shall empower service and each dedication.

Blessed be those who scheme, for they shall surely be most surprised come the day of their reckoning!

Blessed be the dead. May we pray for their serenity and acknowledge the purpose of the lives which they had. In fond and loving recall we give thanks for their being, and express to all who are now deceased, our desire to further our ongoing companionship. If there was misunderstanding or even grief which cut between us, it is time to lay all grievances down and commit them to the folly of error. May they be 'lively' in all aspects divine, and know of our appreciation, for they did give of themselves to us and to the world.

Blessed be the argumentative, may they control the tongue of scorn and cease to use words as weapons in some imagined contest of will and concept. That the aggravation known by them and caused by them, be quietened with a happiness which defeats all upset, general or otherwise.


Blessed be the Administering Angels and all of their lovely counterparts. Praise be unto them for the velocity and width and breadth; from shining continent to banded horizon; with graceful tempestuousness, with spirit wild and yet contained. Duty-bound to men, honor placed in God, we thank all such beings who make up the world.

Blessed be the future of men. We pray for safe passage out into the unknown. That although we conject and contrive we are ever reminded of those hindering uncertainties - and for these we do pray that men shall be relieved, and that God shall further His commitment to us, as He has done all along.

Blessed be all simple men, may they be protected from the vile and the corruptive elements. May they who are in innocence, walk as if in effervescent light, one which startles demon and foe. And when approaching the Mysteries, we pray that their hearts be good, strong and dependable.

Blessed be the ugly of soul - the man who hath fallen, the specter who stalks the mirror-Earth. We pray that there be consolation for such wretchedness. We ask for furtherance, that the mold as was man, may be reformed. And we weep for them as mothers would weep, and ask for their repentance, that they again be in likeness to beauty, to God.

Blessed be the attractive: Who as magnet draw such men because of nobility, charisma, fame or desirousness. That they may withstand the pressures of an elevated status, whereby they shall be used again and again. For adoration may be tiresome and to most is not preferred. The burden is much when so many gravitate and would dearly hold on to, that they be beneath such direction. We pray that this responsibility is managed well, and that those men who attract others unto themselves, hold strength of character to withstand the temptations of abusing such credit and approval.

Blessed be the deformed who wear the shame of mankind, that we should be so fragile. For the man who is incomplete bears much which his brothers have afflicted. May they be cared for well, and as well as in charity, in duty also.


Blessed be the World, and from all of her suffering may she arise triumphant as a beacon to those who gave mankind possibility; and for those who dubiously watched on. May she be fulfilled.

Blessed be our Father and His Son, Who by Their Grace and Their Love we belong in actuality. We give thanks for our life and all life which does embrace us, and we pray that we become worthy of the love we have received.

AMEN

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Song- 12th August 1992

IN future times to come, all conversations shall be as singing - sung. The voice of man is but in infancy and he has not the contest of pitch versus score - however, see how it is when one has!

There can be no argument as to the power of a word sung well. Of course the power is twofold - being the melody beneath the word also. The operas are a good example of such future passages of conversation (although no one said anything of projecting loudly).

Common speech, of course, has meter and melody of sorts, which although not explicitly musical has obvious inclinations preparing to engender. Oh, the golden tongue would best be sung! And the more one perceives the toneless reply, how cold and awkward the response!

Common speech is unworthy of soulful remonstration. There is a need for the words to be driven with soulful intent, before pure language and delivery may be addressed. It is that the words await great and implicit meaning before speech may evolve a great way further. For this to be achieved, it is to the overall consciousness of Man to which we look; and his sympathetic responses, his acknowledgments, his view of the world and of his brother.

Frequently one may picture those future times to come through windows which examine the past. The 'possibility' of the musical evolvement of speech, is in fact drawn from those times in the past when this was so. However there were not the physical organs as there are today. The emanations of sound upon the ether were produced satisfactorily, from a direct correspondence with the ether itself: sympathetic harmonies.

Some might even theorize that divinity realized best within the physical constitution of Man is his organ of the larynx.


For the main part our subtle, or not so subtle emanations, are unwittingly exuded from our being. We may devastate an area or happily irradiate; whichever the case, we expel that which we are as strongly as the scent is expelled from the gum leaf.

In the case of vocal production, in proper benediction, Man is taking charge of that which he may affect within the world. This is no easy matter, for one is to be in constant check of oneself in order to maintain a fluent, concise, thoughtful rendition. Whilst also the very character of a man shall be determinant, obvious and critical to unique sound and style- until that day of days when it is as second-nature to harmonize and perfect each note as striven for.

The vocal organs themselves are far from completion and presently do not allow the full complex abilities which will be paramount to this expression. So if the singer be frustrated or bemused with his existing ability, he may take comfort in the knowledge of a refined condition which happily awaits his future needs.

Voice production is reliant upon the expulsion of breath, which of itself has been transformed by the man from whom it issues. The actual emission differs from that of an ordinary breath - and what is given to the world by song is everlasting. It remains. From the primeval chant through to the 'enchanting' compositions we now know, all voice has been recorded as a testament to humanity. The impressions upon the ethers remain, pushed out into the outer layer of the Earth's auric shell, where the voice of song becomes as a moving crystal window - very simply, it is just like the colors which move on the surface of a bubble, how they all spill into each other and wind between, and so forth. This is the expression of a collection- of a throng or single voice. It is quite visible to those who are in the aspect which may view the globe from the outer edge.

There is much beauty in this, one may enter this region and prick apart the floating song. Not only shall the version that remains be of a higher aspect, but shall tell of he who sang those notes and of those times and conditions from whence they sprung. If there is great passion or concern, romance or sorrow within the content of that song, that too shall be unwound in the retelling, in the recant.

So it is that that which would appear as less tangible, and verily lost to the wind, is held for time and as exclamation to worlds beyond. There is a paradox that men often perceive endurance and permanence in those things which are the least worthy to continue. But what of those qualities and offerings which are the offspring of Man, which most truly and accurately make statement of his being? Surely it is as close as he becomes as our Father Himself, and the might of Christ. Such might is not by sword or by deflection, but by the capacity to submit love to that which we embrace in its entirety.


Voice upon voice the Heavens have been built. We may have a phrase here "Lend us a hand", whereas they cry "Lend us your voice". For the voice is that outward projection of essential you- one is either contained or receptive, or projective. As being, being-apparent, one 'voices' their presence. They do not flap about, waving madly in the air to attract attention, the potency is in voice. Furthermore, cosmically, the voice is creative. So it may actually produce that which is designed to be, by he who sings. And, this is not on an illusory basis.

There can be great conjecture as to the nature of illusion, especially when regarding those manifestations which have been made apparent by lesser beings. But here is one useful definition: A true illusion is one which exhibits the appearance of substance which is ensouled, but in fact is not ensouled. Also too, it will be transitory by standards of the usual appearance and disappearance. Some would have it, that most of the world is illusory because it lacks the kind of permanence which is won by becoming actual substance ensouled, enspirited and everlasting as is. However, those aspects - such as songs of men, as mentioned above - those aspects which are inherently valuable do remain; albeit distilled from worldly relatives, with shared characteristics and causal links to the men that produced the enduring remains.

But men must necessarily continue on and make for radical change about their person; and enhance their individuality. In light of this progression, it may appear that all that has gone before is illusory (in the light of the now present), when in fact it does substantiate a varied past, and bring relevance to it. Nothing is fixed universally. It is true that that maybe the only fixed statement one may make. The sequence of a dance maybe a little predictable though, however, nonetheless, nothing remains fixed indefinitely. Even change changes.

And if change ever changes to 'fixed', we'll all be stuck!

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Organism- 11th August 1992


ALL organisms are cohesively designated allotted allowances for space, in actuality. It is because of provision given, and freedom also, that they may multiply, diversify and maintain their true-to-form appearances within the vastly populated world.

As there are organisms within organisms, there are also provisions for such in harmonious cohabitation; and yet sadly there is not always exemplary behavior which proves only this. At times, times which are regulated and determined - featured mainly upon the fixtures of the dominating constellations - episodes give over to rapid reproduction of certain invasive bacteria (and genii) in waves, in moss-like habitat mixed with humid warmth, even within the stratosphere in upward draughts.



The conditions may blossom and bring down upon the yawning and welcoming environment, yet more of that substance, infant matter, lively and zealous. The world is enwrapped in a blanket of fern-like, branch-like tentacles amassed - the likes of which are imprinted within the formations of snowflake and branch of crystal. This structure is woven throughout the upper ethers and down into, down onto, the ground, the sea, throughout. It is not so much to be described as fibrous, but more as the vine with thorns, totally woven in. Yes, exactly alike to that which encircled the castle of the sleeping princess - as she who was caught within also the enchantment.

It is amongst this frame of frames, that concurrently the beginnings of organic life must flourish and attach itself. For organisms require nurture and sustenance, and do not derive such from 'thin air', but rather that which is remote to the air - the captive grids of vitality.


High above in the encircling heavens liquid vox [?] slathers until, in turbulent downpour, soaks the remaining undergrowth of thorny catchment. The vines glow golden, and each point has light set upon it; and if seen, one could confuse its radiant outposts as stars set in the night-sky. . . or a railway terminal's illuminated map.

The saber of Michael produces the winds which encircle this Globe, in a fury of spin and whip with fast velocity. This saber is rent upon the Iron Dragon which protests periodically and requires the appeasement which only a sword of remonstrative law will answer. Every threatening groan which issues from the lusty beast is given a swish, and a certain reply. The outfall from this is the winds which swing by, and the flecks from the back of the dragon.

Down swirl these particles, swept into the yawn and gape of an ever receiving organism: the one big encompassing organism which, in her belly, contains all others, minute and scant.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Water as Fire- 8th August 1992




SALTWATER, as distinct from soft, pure water, gives to the land mass the solution of powers, as drawn in through the dynamics of salt in the water. Salt of the earth! What exactly is this salt?

Salt is the remains of deceased organic matter which has undergone a transformation resulting in such residue as is plastic to the etheric world. Dynamic to our physical condition, it is revivifying, electrifying, corrosive, compelling, and above all, it is the past, the very edge of death, the substance one would glean from the end of the world. Here is the turning point, salt the catalyst, as it is reformed death, recomposed and still consuming; matter having resurrected, but becoming salt. Faceless salt.

Further still, we know how the organic may embrace those elements which are inorganic, and of the planetary elements. How close they become, the two bodies intertwined! The marriage between earth and element, ether and mineral.

To have one's body be turned to salt (as some unfortunates have been said to do), means that the death forces have well and truly entered into the body of that man or woman. This would be the condition of all men, if it were not prohibited by a contrasting and opposing condition, cosmically imposed, desisting such outcome. For all matter does work its way to certain points naturally; and salt being the outcome, needs be halted in its progressive activity throughout the human (and other) organism.

Of course without some measure of salt/s we would die. This is because of two reasons: Decomposure is matter released from form and fancy- by fancy we mean that characteristic which dominates the form in expulsion and release, whereby the constituents are spun into localities separate from existing bonds, and circulate within limits, freely. Salt inhibits such activity - it is verily as the specter of death inhibiting the free passage of otherwise wayward souls! It stands before matter and says "Look to what you might become, if you go further - come to me, or stay as you are!" And because of this, that which is held together in unison, resists the drawing of the salt, and is fixed in its presence.

Therefore, within the constitution, one needs salt for indeed two reasons. That there are two forces in question here: one, that of salt, and one, that of etheric distribution, of disintegration. The salt shall keep the lively forces in check, whilst the etheric forces shall most constantly maintain the position of salt.

How may one extract salt from saltwater? Magnetize the salt with salt. How may one extract the water from saltwater, apart from evaporation? How does one defy death? It is a matter of gravity and also of buoyancy. If the water no longer enables the salt to resist the impact of gravity, it shall amass downward, making separate the rest. Dissolved particles must return to aggregates, however salt can do this most readily. How then to remove the buoyancy from water, other than distillation? Set fire to it. Setting fire to water. Curious isn't it?

In Timbuktu he lost a shoe,
And bade the cobbler make another to match,
"Quite simply sir, why not buy another pair?"
"But" retorted the client, "I do not care for another pair."
But your shoe is of gold, and the seams are too stiff,
And the clasp's made with ruby" he said with a sniff.
"I cannot make another, for I have not the gold,
Nor the gem, or the craft, for this shoe now I hold."


So he went to the jeweler, who knew naught of shoes,
And he bade that he join them, or at least sell the tools,
But the man was indignant, that such treasure become hosiery,
And could not contend, with riches worn below the knee,
And so from that day, one shoe on, one shoe off,
And he hopped, and he hopped, like a clod with one clog,
For he would not part, with the half that remained,
And no-one could replicate such beauty again.

Now the cobbler was gravity, and one can remember this because of one's shoes being the closest to the earth, between a man and the ground he stands. The cobbler could not oblige with a shoe which was unlike the ordinary shoe: a shoe of gold. The shoe - which by logic would be heavy indeed - was of gold, which was light - light, buoyant light. It was against his nature and his capabilities.

The jeweler was the craftsman of cosmic impulse. And cosmic impulse will not ingratiate itself to be fully insteeped with matter to the point of setting itself 'below' a certain point: That the gold would not adorn the feet, for it would not enter into the realm of earthly magnetism. Whereas the forces of gravity resisted the comprehension of light - the light too, does repel and resist the lower nature of gravity.

In the case of saltwater we find that the old cobbler cannot enter there due to the nature of the water itself. If one were to deluge the water part to part, with salt equal in mass, separation would occur. But the water for that time should not be as water, but would be sacrificed to the salt. And water does sacrifice itself. It may contain light, and yet have the light driven from it. It may bleed the light, refract the light, or be the vessel of the light. When water is 'taken up' and made heavy, and absorbed within matter, it is for that time, impressed with that which it has lent itself to, and vitally permeated.

It is this which enables light, and for that matter, etheric vitality, to enter into the physical boundaries which are under the influence of gravity and its callings. That there is a protective body - for the light would not otherwise tolerate the atmospheric pressure of an ever impeding earth. Where there is no water, there is no etheric vitality - one can readily picture the lusterless vistas as portrayed within certain atmospheres of aged and withered stars, dried and decaying - if they are waterless, they are as corpses.

Physically, we excrete salt through bodily fluids. Think of the cycle:

Water (body of light, etheric vitality, & conversely etheric fire & warmth.)
Organic Organism (Born of water, permeated by; incorporating lower minerals, combusting etheric vitalities.)
Light separates from gravity and withdraws, thus, death to organism.
Deceased (unattached) organic material which has not re-embodied back into physical substance - gravitation, orbiting a spirit within matter, becomes salt (nucleus unto itself, gravitation fixed in nature of itself, turned in on itself, as it were).

Salt has become a self-determined magnet of attraction. Salt has given over to salt, and resists all urges to comply with other orbits of matter. It draws unto itself the water also: the water, which of the light, would usually give over to living life. Etheric fire is captured within the waters, having salt, which too bows to the water, only to water, and repulses the inclinations which the light does bring. It is through such repulsion to etheric force that it becomes formed as crystal. It is responsive, but resistive.

Water shall sacrifice itself to any gravity which absorbs it; having cavity and vortex to receive. Salt, by nature, draws water unto itself, but has absolutely no need for the vitalities which accompany the water! There is no life to be sustained. There is no ongoing organism. The salt remembers back to its needs formerly and repeats the pattern however. It calls to water and lusts after the vitalities. Salt may miraculously harbor such vitalities and discharge them in uncertain episodes; of relatively larger amounts.
Salt itself can become a body of cosmic influence, as it takes into itself certain etheric forces, and does release them according to certain conditions.

Salt still loves the earth, even though it is divorced from such activity as is natural to the evolving species. Salt would tell you that she is the queen of her evolution, and for this time has many roles to play within the structures of apparent beings and their evolvement. For this she will be redeemed and given life again, which is lively life that may become 'close' once again. She is self-centered matter. She has been overwhelmed by that impulse of which all self-centeredness is formed; but not ensouled.... Unlike all other self-centered beings, for whom their orbits create personal gravity and matter attachment.


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