“Serve God Not Mammon” . . . . . . . An Existential Reboot
THESE ARE HARD AND CHALLENGING TIMES of existential moment requiring steadfast centering in the Truth of Love and of Life, the Source of our very being and existence; a time to renew our service to God and abandon our servitude to Mammon.¹
These are as well apocalyptic days of revelation of Light and exposure of dark forces, the would-be deceivers of the world, who are beginning to emerge from the shadows into the light of day in full view of the entire world believing they have succeeded in beguiling and enslaving the global community of Man. But they will be aghast to discover their efforts were not only in vain but were used to expose them and bring them down, their control of the world taken from them and returned to the Lord and King of this universe. In that exposure, many people the world over will be astonished, as they awaken to what’s been afoot all along, to see who “they” are. The Truth will always out. The Lord of host will have his day of victory over the dark forces of evil. That day is nigh, even at the door.
This is also a time for repentance and forgiveness, and for rebooting. A time for transcending the material world of Mammon, for transcending what’s familiar and comfortable to embrace temporary discomfort and change from the old ways to a new way of being on a planet in transition herself.
We are riding an ascending wave of transformation and transmutation occasioned by the Earth’s movement into a higher vibrational arm of the Milky Way Galaxy in direct alignment with the Sun of suns at the galactic core. To the degree we are willing, our polarity is being shifted from the material world and its troubling affairs to the peaceful and magical world of Spirit, specifically the Spirit of Love, of Truth and of Life. These are the important essences of life, the things that really matter in these hard times when polarization in disease and death is so prevalent. It is a time for inner stillness, for watching and praying, and for seeing the salvation of the Lord of hosts. For we are the hosts of Heaven come to return this planet to its Creator and rightful owner.
In the spirit of renewal of our orientation in the Spirit of God as the only worthy recipient of our service of love and worship, our praise and our thanksgiving—and above all our expression—I offer the following meditation from the closing chapter of SACRED ANATOMY – where spirit and flesh dance in the fires of creation. May it bring you peace and assurance that all is well, and well in the hands of the Lord and his angelic hosts. May it also stir buried memories of a Paradise lost and by what gross error we brought Eden down upon our heads so that we don’t repeat it—even as we are on the threshold of doing so again in our day and on our watch. Let us remember for ourselves, and for the rest of the Body of Mankind.
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Worship, Sacrifice and the Search for Eden
THE ANCIENT SEERS chanted mantras to evoke the presence of Purusha, the primordial Cosmic Being, the source of all human life, some part in which each of us is said to originate. As the presence of purusha began to be known during meditation, these ancients created the world’s first religious ceremonies to celebrate the purusha: “that Great Being of which we are all a part.” (From MANTRA, Sacred Words of Power by Thomas Ashley-Ferrand.)
As we have seen, worship had been, up until the time of the Master Jesus, an approach by man toward the LORD God after having departed His presence and gotten lost in a world that had literally crumbled under his feet and left him a vagabond and a wanderer. One can only imagine the pain in the hearts of those who knew life in the Motherland, where it is believed the Garden of Eden was located, just after she sank and the ocean waters covered her over so finally that there remained hardly any evidence at all that she had even once existed. The tropical islands of Hawaii are all that remain of Lemuria, or Mu, leaving us a small remnant as a reminder of what a beautiful and heavenly place Eden was. Before that fateful day the word “sacrifice” did not even exist in the Motherland.
Worship in the motherland of Mu was a celebration of life through ceremony and festivity, quite elaborate, according to one account from a diary of a young seminarian studying for the priesthood in Mu. In one entry he describes a festival procession honoring the God and the Goddess of the temple wherein She and all the priestesses were clad in flowing, transparent attire. He describes how he and his colleague priestess and friend had been chosen to spend the night before the festival together in the temple in preparation for the next day’s ceremony. That preparation included sanctification of the temple through sacred sexual intimacy and ecstatic embrace in the unified release of love’s radiant substance of blessing.
Reading his account in a book based on James Churchword’s research into this lost continent, Mu Revealed, by Tony Earll, brings back haunting memories of a time we once knew the world and our presence and function in it as sacred in every respect. There simply was not anything that was not sacred. What happened to spoil it remains unknown, although theories and speculations have been put forward relative to the abusive manipulation of solar power. Some say it was the worship of the physical body and of sexual promiscuity that brought human consciousness to its lowest level. Whatever the details, it was the result of man reversing his polarity in God and orienting in the material world. The entire civilization abruptly came to a halt in a massive deluge as the continental shelf upon which Lemuria rested descended with its sixty-one million inhabitants into the depth of the Pacific Ocean, an ironical name for such an awesome grave-site of the cradle of humanity.
After the Deluge, as noted above, worship became a means of appeasing angry gods who had brought so much misery and desolation into the lives of human beings, hoping and praying that they would restore the Garden of Eden and return them to it. Human beings began to offer sacrifices to appease the gods—and there was good reason for the emergence of a belief in many gods, as the very elements of earth and sky became visible and audible players in what seemed to be battles between them in the heavens. According to Dr. Immanuel Velikovsky’s account in his monumental work, Worlds in Collision (1950), the planet Mars was thrown into a near collision course with the Earth as Venus, then a comet born out of the side of Jupiter, was caught by our solar system and made into a planet herself. There must have been a period of painful memories of Paradise lost as mankind fell into a state of collective amnesia in the wake of such horrifying catastrophes. We had forgotten where Paradise was, or that it had ever even existed, except for oral traditions and legendary stories, and a longing that stayed in our hearts for what we knew not.
That longing has sent men and women on a desperate search the world over for a heavenly place to call Home, a longing that could not be fulfilled by some external setting. For Paradise was a state of consciousness that had taken tangible form in the Motherland through a people living together in peace and accord. It has been lying dormant in human consciousness, which had blotted it all out and buried it beneath layers of residue of failure and painful memories. To find it, man would have to look within himself and remember who he is and from whence he has fallen, and how.
This was the “Good News” which the Master Jesus brought to humanity and to the world: “Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand.” Turn around and see! It is within you and all around you! I like the line from the movie “If You Build It They Will Come, “Is this heaven?” to which Kevin Costner’s character replied “No, it’s Iowa.” Perhaps the answer could have been “Yes! In Iowa!”
When the Lord of Love incarnated through the man Jesus, according to the Biblical account, He brought the Good News that within us each one is the kingdom of heaven and that our bodies were ordained by the living God to be His very temples on earth, our temples as well. He himself reportedly did not openly use the temple in Jerusalem to worship God, a temple that had been built by Herod for the Jews, although he did, on one occasion at least, preach in it, and on another occasion drove the money changers out of it. Indeed he even foretold of its destruction—that not one stone would be left upon another—which came to pass shortly after His departure. Instead, he chose the wilderness, into which he retreated from time to time, as a setting to commune with His Father. His place of worship was his own body temple. His place of prayer was in his own “closet,” the “secret place of the Most High.” Here is where he taught his followers to go when they prayed, in secret where the Father, who sees in secret, would reward them in secret. (Matt. 6:5)
Toward the end of his ministry on earth he shared a “Last Supper” with his disciples in an upper room, where he broke bread and drank of the fruit of the vine with them, asking that they continue doing so in remembrance of Him. “I am the true vine and my Father is the husbandman…and ye are the branches,” were some of his parting words. Through this act he refocused the priesthood according to the order established by the High Priest Melchizedek. The place of worship was thus moved from the temple of stone to the temple of living flesh and blood.
The “upper room” may be seen as a metaphor for consciousness, or heaven. In this sense, then, the Lord of Love elevated the place of worship of God to its rightful and original place in the upper room of consciousness in a living, breathing temple of flesh, and invited all to worship the Father “in spirit and in truth”— in other words, in the heaven that is within them and in the earth of their daily living. In so doing he reestablished for all time the human body as a sacred place wherein God dwells and walks with Man, and through Man in this world, a world which He “so loved” that He sent His own son to save it from perdition.
Like many of his teachings which have seemingly been ignored—perhaps because they had not been accurately disclosed by those who redacted and compiled them in the form of the New Testament, or even have not been fully comprehended in the records that were handed down to us—human beings have continued in their traditional ways of building churches and cathedrals of stone and mortar wherein they have insisted upon establishing their so-called “tabernacles” for God to dwell with them.
Truth be known, there is no representation of the Divine Presence in any building until a human being consciously living in divine identity enters it. In these cold, marble-lined edifices we worship the image of a God whom we have made in the image and likeness of ourselves, which we then seek to appease with sacrifice and penance. In a manner of speaking, the practice of sacrificing the human body as a token of repentance for sin has continued long after the Lord of Love had sanctified it as a holy temple of worship. Castigating the flesh as something “sinful” hardly reveals an attitude of reverence for the body as a temple. Seeing how human beings tend to view their bodies merely as a means for pleasure, and/or for getting them from birth to death, where they hope to end up in some “heaven hereafter,” it is little wonder they are plagued by so many physical ailments brought on by sheer abuse and neglect.
The truth is the kingdom of heaven is at hand. It is here now awaiting our entrance. To enter we need only turn around and begin our ascent into the temple of light that is within us. Worship the Father in spirit and in truth. Worship God in the beauty of holiness, not Mammon in the debasing lure of worldly riches.
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It is a time for a reset and rebooting of our way of living in the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth. A time to look up and go up to a new and higher level of joy and peace where viruses and disease are no longer necessary to the evolution of our humanity for the revelation of our divinity. A level where there is no suffering nor pain, nor crying, nor death. Let us sing the song of Solomon to our humanity: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone . . . the time of the singing of birds is come . . . Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.” The old is passing away making room for the new being born. Let us rejoice and be glad in all of it.
I welcome your thoughts and feelings. Until my next post, blessings of love and light,
¹ Mammon relates to material wealth or possessions, especially as having debasing influence.