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December 30, 2024 at 23:27 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #49318
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ParticipantI love this world, even as I hear the great wind of leaving it rising, for there is a grainy taste I prefer to every idea of heaven: human friendship.
Rumi
December 30, 2024 at 23:21 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #49317Dimitar
ParticipantI decided to try and elaborate a little on what I’ve written in my previous post, re: the memory of a Golden Age, which in and of itself, is, in my belief, the memory of the eternal world that Soul sprang from and is destined to return to. That is why I say confusion arises when Soul tries to contain the memory in the form of an idea or precept that is fixed or amounts to someone’s “idea of heaven”, rather than the living, breathing “I am” that we are, the sense of which is constantly changing in a subtle way, and is never quite what it was, yesterday. The Golden Age therefore cannot be set in time and space, but lies in the very nature of Soul Itself. Attachment is Soul’s greatest trap. Soul must always keep a “modicum of distance” therefore, between Itself and whatever It is experiencing in order to not lose Itself or become overwhelmed.
To break down the mechanics of what I am saying further, we can think of it in the following way; Soul is the living, moving occupant in the vast panorama of fixed states of consciousness which may be thought of as “rooms” or “mansions” in the House of God. Entering these states of consciousness requires agreement with the ideas and feelings associated with each, and conversely, departure from them requires a “new set of ideas of feelings” superseding the former set of accepted ideas. To move to another state or room – consciousness as it is generally known – necessitates a change in faith and beliefs. In this way Soul gradually takes control of Its destiny eschewing the “terms and conditions” that govern any and every fixed state of consciousness, in favour of new states of consciousness, that reflect Soul’s ever greater understandings, freedom and ability to accept God’s will.
December 30, 2024 at 19:50 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #49313Dimitar
ParticipantWe carry a primordial image of a golden age within us. Oddly, as long as we’re “trying to decide what it is”, its true face eludes us…
The Ways of Silence
the body that springs
from your imaginings, is an ocean
of human sorrowyour fervour does not come from
grief or joy, nor is your mind
on fancies and conjecturesyou are the unique pearl
at the bottom of that ocean;
enduring all, patiently growing…you may not find it
until your final breath, even then;
you may have yet to learn the
ways of silence!31 12 2024
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ParticipantSara Bareillies – Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – this takes Elton’s original to another level, imo.
December 26, 2024 at 16:09 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #49107Dimitar
ParticipantHe who commanded
the sun to give light, also
created darkness…This Meeting
we escaped the storm,
our house is goneit should matter
but it doesn’tthis meeting again with you
was worth all that!Dimitar
ParticipantThis beautiful Salon provides a chance to make up, using ready art to say more than words can say.
Feel free to access anything here if you ever feel the need, AHH; the result of one artist’s lifetime (so far) journey…
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ParticipantThanks for your honesty, amarynth. I said right away that the problem of what I called semantics is a barrier, that on this topic, is virtually impossible to overcome. Then there’s the individual’s state of consciousness. Generally speaking, a person’s state of consciousness is defined by their level of acceptance. I get what you say about fun, and I entirely agree, however, people need to have a sense of humour and an open mind, in order to have fun, and I found neither, here (apart from yourself).
The topics I ventured to offer responses to outside of the Cornucopia, are topics that I am naturally drawn to, but my well-considered posts written in simple basic language describing simple basic concepts, (this is why I pointed to the reality that truth = divine love, hoping that the concept of love would be a bridge toward some kind of common language), found no acceptance, agreement or understanding (apart from yourself). I’m fine with a lack of understanding and / or agreement, but I found no acceptance, or welcome. On the contrary, random points were taken from my posts which were then subject to a kind of “madman’s ridicule”, by someone, who to all intents and purposes, does not even know what he is doing. I do therefore forgive him, b/c it’s like Aesop’s tale of the lion and the ass, which I will not repeat here.
No matter, it’s all experience and I do not regret my posts, b/c as I said, someone may read them and find something useful. So all good at the end of the day. Thanks for entering the fray and moderating the ‘hiccup’.
December 24, 2024 at 15:26 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #49032Dimitar
Participantforgiveness;
the balm that enables one
resurrection after anothercreativity;
the secret is to not take
anything for granteddefine and cleave
unto your need; without need
God gives nothing!The Inner Child
He moves in silence through inner space,
Just beyond the mind’s embrace.Swift on his feet and shy as the deer;
Don’t even try to get too near!Subtle and smart and wise as the owl,
He patiently waits beneath his cowl.And if you’re tender or hurt or sad,
He’ll appear out of nowhere and make you glad.When skies are dark and you’ve lost your way,
He’ll invent some game and start to play.Before you know it you’ll be playing along;
You’ll be laughing out loud and singing his song.What is his secret, where does he live? All that he has, he’s ready to give!
Where does he come from, where does he go?
Only the heart and the soul may know!Dimitar
Participant“I’ll go there and see what I find.”
I don’t think you could find the nose on your face.
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ParticipantYou asked very straightforward questions. I gave you very straightforward answers. Frankly, I cannot understand your reply nico. You appear to be sincere, then as soon as I give you something, you end up like a cat chasing its tail, avoiding the simplicity of my words, and bringing your convolutions into the equations. Your answer is so confused that I will not waste time trying to decipher it. I’m opting out of this particular part of the forum, since I find very little to no openness to my offerings, which are sincere and as simple as I can make them, so that a genuine seeker may find something of value therein. Ciao, I will stick to the Cornucopia from now on.
My final word is this, Soul is not helpless, and Its destiny is squarely in Its own hands. That simple fact seems to be unacceptable to you.
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Participant“The question is how does one arrive at the truth?”
One arrives at the truth by wanting truth above all else.
Who is able to listen to the unseen?
Everyone is able to “listen to the unseen”. This is Soul’s birthright. Divine Spirit speaks directly to Soul via the inner Sound and Light. The Sound or Voice of God (Divine Spirit in expression), is referred to as “the music of the spheres” by the Sufis. The Christian Bible speaks of Christ’s disciples at Pentecost; “Suddenly there came from Heaven a sound like a mighty rushing wind”. There are many different Sounds that can be heard via the inner ears, a few being the sound of a single note of a flute, the sound of running water, the buzzing of bees, a high-pitched whistle, etc. These are manifestations of Divine Spirit as It moves through the varying states of consciousness or planes of God’s universes.
The Light is easier to contact than the Sound, and will appear at the spiritual eye, as either intense or gentle manifestations of white, pale yellow, blue, lavender or violet, or pink light. The colour reflects the plane or level which Soul is seeing the Light (the various planes of God have an overall colour or tone, for example, the Astral Plane is defined by a pink/reddish tone, the Mental Plane by pale blue, the Soul Plane white or pale yellow etc.)
Divine Spirit also speaks to us in indirect ways, such as intuition, hunches, knowingness, waking dreams, golden tongued wisdom, etc. (this is a phenomenon when words spoken or read, such as certain phrases that catch our attention for no apparent reason, until we cotton onto the fact that something is being shown to us directly related to a personal problem, challenge or the like.
“Can you learn that here on Earth or do you get that ability with birth, or not?”
Every Soul has the ability to hear the Sound and Light. However, it is like a muscle that must be developed through practice. Likewise, Soul must have the ability to disciminate and so test what it receives on the inner planes, for there are as many purveyors of untruth as there are of truth in the unseen realms.
To sum up, one finds truth at “the altar within”, the template for all worldly temples, places of worship etc. How much we want truth is determined by what we are prepared to sacrifice for it. In seeking “the truth” one must above all else, be prepared to accept truth as it is and not as we think we want it to be.
December 22, 2024 at 16:35 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #48895Dimitar
ParticipantIn order to live, man must die a little each day.
Man cannot fully live, without becoming adept at the art of death.
Conditions change, the centre cannot hold; he who clings to the ship will go down with the ship…
When The Time Comes
When the time comes to blow this candle out,
I’ll be ready and willing to surrender with grace.
To snuff out the flame and to leave no trace,
When the time comes to blow this candle out.When the time comes to lay my burden down
Ill slough off the weight and ill give up the ghost
Ill dive through the depths toward the inmost
When the time comes to lay my burden down.When the time comes to be held to account
My heart will be emptied and my soul will be bared
Of all that I thought I knew Ill be spared
When the time comes to be held to accountWhen the time comes to face the void
Ill be strong and steady and sturdy and stout
I will not fear nothing and nor will I doubt
When the time comes to face the void.When the time comes to pull on my wings
To the place that ive earned I surely will fly
To that far-flung assembly of lovers on high
When the time comes to pull on my wings.When the time comes to blow this candle out
Ill be ready and willing to surrender with grace
I know you’ll be there with a smile on your face…
When the time comes to blow this candle out!December 16, 2024 at 05:25 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #48497Dimitar
ParticipantThe One That Makes My Heart Sing
the one that makes my heart sing,
has a way about him I can’t
quite put my finger on –
he sets my mind at ease and
lays my fears to restthe one that makes my heart sing
knows the secret of the stars,
the radiant sun and moon –
and yet is humbled by small
acts of kindnessthe one that makes my heart sing
awakens the love within –
knowing that only love
is capable of bursting the
fetters of ignorancethe one that makes my heart sing
sings a song beneath his breath –
a song older than mountains,
and the song the soul sang before the
beginning or end of timewhen I steal a glance
at the one who makes my heart sing,
I forget everything I was doing, and want
to follow to the ends of the earth,
to the end of my days!December 11, 2024 at 23:41 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #48299Dimitar
ParticipantMercy
Mercy marks thy way with ease,
When all else tried but failed the test.
Soiled pride bends the knee
And disappears to take its rest.Mercy marks thy way with poise,
When angry face, no longer red –
Has tired of its endless ploys,
And temper tried, is put to bed.Mercy marks thy way with grace,
With all resistance fading fast;
That foiled fear take its place,
And new winged life be born at last.Mercy marks thy way with peace,
When all forbearance comes undone.
And all love’s ways that are Thy Ways
Reveal their shining face as one!Dimitar
ParticipantSimplicius, in his emphatic way, cuts through the glut of information re: Syria decisively;
https://simplicius76.substack.com/p/syrias-fall-in-depth-analysis
He reveals Russia’s takeaway, via Russians With Attitude;
FIVE LESSONS FOR RUSSIA
Doom and gloom are somewhat appropriate, but it is more important to think about the future now. What does the fall of Syria tell us?
1. False Peace is Death. A bad faith ceasefire is a recipe for disaster and after Minsk and Astana should never be repeated. False peace is worse than war, because false peace means you still have to fight the war later, but at a disadvantage. No green busses or green corridors for the enemy, no deescalation zones, no freezing of any lines. The enemy has to be defeated completely: victory is a prerequisite for mercy. Until that is achieved, no ceasefires, only death under FABs.
2. Collapse is always sudden. The Assad regime resisted NATO-Israeli aggression for 13 years. And then it fell in a week. Mistakes, systemic errors and structural attrition accumulate until a critical mass is reached, and at that point the smallest impact will bring down the entire house of cards. Likewise, our current enemy in the main theater will resist stubbornly, until he will not be able to anymore, and then we will see Big Arrows. All our efforts should be focused on damaging the enemy’s war-waging capabilities to reach that critical point.
3. Infantry is King. A single full-sized, dependable Russian infantry brigade (or a Ukrainian one, for that matter) would have been able to defeat the Jihadi advance for good. They were completely overstretched and to a large degree their offensive was a bluff that only worked because the SAA didn’t even try to resist, they just ran. We had our own experience with a lack of infantry in the SMO — it led to the Kharkov oblast debacle in fall ’22. No matter what anyone says, no matter what technological advances there are, the infantry unit was and remains the central actor of history, upon which all else depends.
4. Empire is secondary to the Nation. There was a loud public debate among patriotic circles in Russia when the intervention in Syria began in 2015. Personally, I was opposed to the intervention because it seemed absurd to me to send Russian men to die in a foreign desert while Russian people are suffering under the yoke of Banderite occupation just across the border. We were told by Kremlin propagandists that “Palmyra is a symbol for all mankind” and the Donbass is just, eh, the Donbass. Whatever. Now, Jihadi dogs will get to loot and destroy all that archaeological treasure of all mankind, and we have to fight for the Donbass, anyway. Was it worth it? I have always been staunchly pro-Assad, but a single square mile of Russian land in Novorossiya means more to me than the entire Middle East. A nation should have its priorities in order.
5. You can’t change nature. Some peoples and countries are just unreliable. They will never have stable polities unless compelled by overwhelming force or foreign occupation. They will never build working institutions on their own. You can’t just offer them a comprehensive reform package and then shrug when they refuse to implement it. They will always be shitty client states if you work with them within a civilized framework. We know how to work around local particularities in other parts of the world, so we should let Middle East policy also be guided by this knowledge. They are not Warsaw Era-pact allies you can let do things on their own.
The foregoing circumstances could act as a catalyst to remind Russia of the existentiality of the current global conflict. The stakes are everything and Russian leadership may now see just how critical it is to make sure that the West is decisively defeated in Ukraine.
Simplicius also points out the decisive impact Syria’s economic strangulation imposed by the US (via commandeering the easternmost third of the country and stealing Syria’s oil etc) played in its fall.
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