What is it that defines a person who is able to withstand the invisible influences that drive man to undesirable effects? Man loses control of his state of consciousness when his imagination is controlling him and not the other way around. Imagination, or “images-in-action” is the only truly spiritual gift we can lay claim to, in so much as it is a transformative tool that is limitless in its potential.

Where man’s spiritual survival is concerned, there are two vital factors that spell either success or failure; the control of one’s imagination and control of our feelings / emotions. Control of our emotions is important because this world is closest to and vulnerable to the lower astral world that is host to many malignant entities or beings that exert destructive effects on human beings.

I recently experienced a debilitating health condition that was a result of extreme stress. I followed a course of alternative healing outlawed by allopathic medicine. At its most extreme point, I experienced a number of healings on the inner planes that involved places and beings of a higher order. Confronted with fear and despair I was yet able to maintain my composure even though I could find no logical explanation for my condition and very little help outwardly.  After a six month period I finally found a doctor who explained that my condition was 100% the result of the stress I was under. This had the edifying effect of lifting a huge weight from my shoulders, and the course he prescribed soon cleared up my condition. My inner experiences helped me withstand the temptation to surrender to fear and “give up”, remembering and reliving them in my darkest days. I learnt that “God helps he who helps himself”, and that healing is first and foremost our own responsibility.

Blake said, “I must create a system or be enslaved by another man’s; I will not reason and compare, my business is to create.” What Blake is saying is that Soul is a unique spiritual being and must find or create Its own system or path back home to God. God created Soul and no two Souls are alike. The choice is to follow our own way or someone else’s way. Following one’s own way presupposes an unshakable faith or conviction that God or the Universe is working in our favour. We then learn that maintaining harmony with this universal benevolence entails becoming that same universal benevolence which we must then give unfailingly to all of life. The personal self may not necessarily be in agreement with what certain Souls are doing, but we need to understand that they are simply Souls in the throes of karma and instead of bemoaning their actions we can instead, create our own “counteractions”. And this is all achieved through the imagination and firm control over our emotions.

every man
is a part of and contributes
to the state of the world
on a daily basis

Where Do Old Warriors Go When They Die?

Where do old warriors
go when they die?
When their worn out bodies
are finally interred?                                                                                                                                                 When the lament has sounded
and the soul has stirred;
Where do old warriors
go when they die?

Does one more battle
await in the sky?
Will they be needing their bows,
will they be needing their swords?
Will they continue to fight
for kings and for lords?                                                                                                                                             
Does one more battle
await in the sky?

Will they forgive their enemies,
will they forgive their friends?
Will they forgive themselves
for mistakes that were made?
For chances lost
and the price that was paid?
Will they forgive their enemies,
will they forgive their friends?

Will they be seeing their comrades
that fell on the field,
Alive and well
and standing tall?
Will there be no death
to speak of at all?                                                                                                                                                        
Will they be seeing their comrades
that fell on the field?

What will the day
and the morning bring?
Will they be freed from
the bitter sting of the wound?
Will they be tended by angels
and lovingly groomed?
What will the day
and the morning bring?

Where do old warriors
go when they die?
When their worn out bodies
are finally interred?
                                                                                                                                                 When the soul takes on
the wings of a bird…
Where will old warriors go
when they die?

This is the best interview I’ve come across re: the situation in Syria. Sadly, it’s heartbreaking;

The Gaggle talks to Kevork Almassian;

This poem is a reply to the post above from AHH;

Winter’s Here

With thy treasury emptied of burnished gold,
And dreams of glory all but fled;
Draw near, my love, against the cold,
And like the mountain quail, to bed!

Give me, give me thy faded crown,
And accept this snow white veil, so rare;
Life is nought but a stepping down,
And relinquishing all things bright and fair!

He who seeks to escape must seek,
The shadow of a man both wise and strong;
He who believes himself to be weak,
Must bite his lip and play along!

Draw near, draw near, my love so dear,
For that which must be will surely be;
Draw near my love, for winter’s here…
Close thy eyes and surrender to me!

01 12 2024

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Coolangubra; “All in You, All in Me”

The Most Rare of Birds!

love unties the
shackles of the mind and
frees the wings of soul

truth is easier
for the heart to accept
than it is for the mind

that which impedes the
soul is only a shadow
of a greater truth

make love thy master, for
love is God and whosoever
loves shall find God

soul dwells beyond time
and space in that nameless world
ye know as God

an untainted melody
singing deep within;
the most rare of birds!

Nico, it’s absolutely fine if you wish to define truth as “a pathless land”. However, existence implies or moves along certain paramenters or pathways, for example in the temporal world, all lifeforms exhibit growth cycles, beginning with birth, an apex or peak of attainment, then decline and eventual death. In spiritual terms, consciousness either moves forward, or backward, it never quite stands still due to the constant impressions brought about by experience after experience after experience. Even on a daily or micro level, Soul is in a continual state of subtle movement or growth.  The addition of constant impressions has the result of transforming consciousness from an initially ignorant to eventually, an enlightened state.

If what you mean by a “pathless land”, is an as yet undefined path, (ie; by someone else’s terms, and yet to be defined by one’s self), then yes, I agree. Every individual is a trailblazer, and that’s how it should be. But truth, ultimately, is not “a pathless land”. There are inescapable laws of life that one cannot hope to ignore, somehow circumvent or bypass. Like the laws that define existence in Nature’s kingdom, so are there higher laws, that define life in the invisible (to human eyes) or spiritual realm. These laws of life we eventaully grasp and live by and so employ on our journey or pathway through life.

The very concept of truth is personal, ie; defined by the individual. For some it may be philosophical, for others based on their survival needs, for mystics, poets and the like, it may be defined as that which inspires avenues to creativity or understanding, and so on down the line. There is no standing still in life, one either moves forward, or backward, and this movement therefore implies a path, or journey. To somewhere, some thing or even no thing.

amarynth; “I like truth being a pathless land…” I understand and accept as such. But what then is right and wrong? Why do we feel so strongly about what we perceive to be right and what is wrong? If it was a pathless land why should we care about what the next person does, or indeed, live our lives by some sort of ethic or moral code?  Why do we condemn the actions of some and condone the actions of others?  And this right or wrong is an all important component insofar as determining growth, understanding or movement toward meaning, God or however the individual may define their goal or purpose in life.

B/c without some concept of where one is going, there can be no pathless path. Even a “pathless path” is a path, lol.  Anyway, I think you know me well enough to know I’m not trying to “impose my views” over your own. Nor am I “trying to be difficult”, I genuinely got thinking about your statement, and went from there.

The Spear of Destiny

the spear of destiny;
no matter how high or low the aim,
will find its mark!

the riches of this world
blind the ignorant to the
riches of the soul

man’s fate lies buried
in the quicksand between
intention and action

the cure for evil;
the unobstructed sound and
light of God!

now and until the end
of all things, I am thy hope,
comfort and refuge!