Healing Tones

The Seven Sisters of the Pleiades

“Myth is how pattern is remembered.”

IN THE BOOK OF JOB of the Old Testament of the Bible, the Lord is said to have come to Job in a whirlwind and demanded of him answers to fundamental questions relating to the creation of the worlds and of specific governing factors relating to cosmic forces. One of these interesting questions related to two constellations: Orion and Pleiades: “Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?” (Job 38:31) This has to do with the dynamic and co-creative masculine and feminine energies.

There are a number of questions that follow this one, and a few others preceding it. I will spare you the mental frustration attempting to make sense of them. You can read them for yourself and be filled with wonderment: “What do they mean?!”

In chapter forty, Job finally blurts out a response: “Behold, I am vile; what shall I answer thee? I will lay my hand upon my mouth. Once have I spoken; but I will not answer: yea, twice, but I will proceed no further.” His answer was not sufficient to the Lord, who replied: “Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.” The Lord wasn’t going to give Job answers to His demands, nor let him off the hook. He had demanded answers from Job at the top of chapter 38: “Answer thou me. Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? Declare, if thou hast understanding.”(38:3-4)

I love this book. For me it’s profoundly personal, for I was there. I am Job. You are Job. We comprise the Body of Job and have returned to Earth to give the Lord the answers He demands of us. We were all there with Him when WE laid the foundation of the earth and participated in manifesting the creation of this world and of Man, male and female, whom we created in our own divine image and likeness and breathed the breath of life into molded clay to create a “living soul.” Note the clear implication here relative to the nature of the outer form of Man as to it’s function and purpose as a “soul” — living because of the breath of life, that in which I AM and you are incarnate as divine Creator Beings. I write eloquently and poetically of all this in the fourth edition of my legacy work SACRED ANATOMY ~ Temple of the Living God. Go to Amazon Books to order this powerfully inspiring and sacred book.

I think it is a helpful and luminous guide for all who have awakened to their angelic presence on Earth and asking “Why? Why am I here? What am I here to do? What is my purpose for incarnating in this limiting humus form — and on this amazing planet inhabited by so many wonderful, and sometimes peculiar, people who go to war and slaughter one another to settle their differences and defend their rights, beliefs and territories. I truly believe you will find answers to these questions and more in my book. I did writing it three decades ago, and updating it recently to share more current realizations and wisdom. I continue being inspired reading it.

Now to the story, which continues along the theme of story and myth as messengers of wisdom and truths. Reflecting back on my previous post, rogue scholar, author and friend Hugh Malafry weaves a captivating story in his trilogy BLUE SHAMAN. Volume II, “Caverns of Ornolac,” is such a messenger of principles for living and self-discovery. I’ll share bits of the story in this post.

From BLUE SHAMAN ~ Caverns of Ornolac

Flegetanis and Caron had just ridden stormy waters and sought refuge in a cavern the old adept had taken shelter in once before, a time when the continent of Atlantis was swallowed up in the days of the Great Deluge. The stormy waters brought back memories of those cataclysmic days to the old man.

His humor on the waters seemed to have given way to a kind of reverie and invitation to Caron. “You’ve come here before,” Caron said, rising to it.

“To remind myself,” he replied. Flegetanis walked toward the cavern mouth where he could feel the spray of rain beating through the fig trees. “We paused here in our journey. Fifty of us, if you can imagine, sheltered nine days from a rage of elements in this cavern. The sea was rising and we thought the sun would never rise again.”

“Where did you sail?” “We were three ships bound for Egypt. We lost one vessel but not the lives, and landed near what is now Sais in the Nile delta.”

“You missed landfall in Alexandria?” Caron had a small fire going and Flegetanis warmed his hands before it. “It was in the time when first the Lord Osiris journeyed to the land of Jeserit.”

Caron looked up at Flegetanis, and for a moment saw him an old wizard through the smoke and flame: He was distracted, turned inward and full of thought, and must have misunderstood. But Flegetanis was firm in his purpose. “We sailed on the flood from Atlantis through the storm and diving rain to where our helmsman said the sun would rise again.”

“It is a myth you recall?” “You think I’m dotty?” Flegetanis was angry. Caron had rarely seen him irritable. “I didn’t mean that.”

“We sheltered in this in this cave in a tempest of elements, in the time of the Flood, when the rider of the storm returned,” he said. “In his passage he cracked the lovely earth in her bones, loosed the foundations of the deep, and the mantle of waters above fell in the great deluge. We were swallowed up in darkness and sailed in search of the wellspring of the day.”

Caron was humbled by his intensity, and feared he had deeply offended the old man. But Flegetanis took up the small fish, gutted and cleaned out the bloodline, split its back and set it in the pan. “I read once words of an eastern sage, ” Flegetanis said. “he advised ruling a kingdom as one would cook a little fish.”

“How is that?”

Flegetanis sprinkler a little wine from the skin he carried in the pan. “Hardly at all,” he said.

Caron laughed and returned to tending the fire. “It is a good story, Atlantis,” he said. “Plato attributes it to an Egyptian priest.”

“A good story,” Flegetanis agreed.

“And stories like this, I think, are your way of remembering things?”

“If they remind us of the kinds of things that happen stories are useful,” Flegetanis said.

“Better, I think, history. If we think on what we have done, we may restrain ourselves from doing so again,” Caron replied.

“And what is history but myth let loose in time,” Flegetanis said.

Caron came close and warmed himself before the fire. “I think we are all driven by old sorrows,” he said.

“Older than sorrow is the way of the First Time,” Flegetanis replied. “Its seed is yet in us, and we may always choose to live.”

“Choose the way of the shining ones?”

“We are travelers in time, Caron: You, I, others, in every generation enter into time to affirm the essences of the First Time. We make no display in the ways of men, nor seek rewards, for men too readily reject what reminds them of their hurt. Our service is selfless and of necessity secret.”

“What do you do to keep the way open?” Caron asked.

“Man has free will but thinks to act without consequences. We offer choice until there is time no more: At Jeezeh I offered those who came against us a chance to choose life; they chose death.”

“At Jeezeh I was not as patient as you,” Caron said.

“You were too involved; you have yet to learn to stay in your place and let evil destroy itself.”

Flegetanis had not spoken of what happened at Jeezeh, but Caron knew. A rent in the veil had opened, and for a moment he was a sun kindled upon the earth. He knew it was Flegetanis who loosed this apocalypse of light; not the sometimes eccentric and wizened sage had done this; but the fire, the light and the cloud of glory that dwelled within, manifest when the desert fathers uncloaked revealing the shining one.

“Then the night journey is no myth” Caron said.

“Myth is how pattern is remembered.”

“A journey from darkness to light, through chaos to rebirth in the rising sun,” Caron said.

“No one is excused the journey; in life we are justified by our choices, and by reason of it go into darkness or awaken in the light. . . .”

“. . . . It was not this body of course that first time here, but me nonetheless,” Flegetanis said. “There are still times and seasons even in those who abide; and like you I have had many bodies before this one. Even when they endure an age there comes a time, be it a thousand years, when to complete a cycle of incarnation the angel comes forth, the flesh ascends, and another cycle of creation is initiated. Even so, I was here when we journeyed with the Lord Osiris to the end of the night.”

“I think it must be so.” Caron said.

“There are those who dwell in the land of eternal snows who understand this, Caron. Did not your shaman [Morgan Kara] tell you that when you awaken you will remember all of your incarnations; who and what and when you have been and why?” “He helped me in a time of need.”

“He has need of you. He sees in you the means to the end he desires; he intends by possessing you as others before you, to magnify himself in the earth.”

“All of this; it is about the Aton isn’t it,” Caron said. . . . “Am I in danger from this one?” Caron asked.

“Flegetanis waved it off. “His influence is much diminished, and you are conscious of his wiles. No, it is more Maia that concerns me. I have known this one an age, and she is caught up in her own illusions. . . .”

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The story takes on more complex and intriguing dimensions as Caron continues his journey aware of the influence that Siduri, Flegetanis’s beautiful daughter, has on his heart. Resolved not to let her beauty influence him or avert his mission and purpose, he and Flegetanis continue their dialogue on the “sweet influences” of the feminine in a man’s heart, which are his to master and bind in order to maintain clarity of thought essential to a man’s integrity and balanced function. Caron declares he is beyond the influence of a woman.

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“I am not so easily subject to such influences.” Flegetanis laughed pleasantly. “No? Are you saying no woman can sway your heart, Caron? Has such a man been born?” Caron was cautious. “Siduri, perhaps, but I am aware of this.”

“Of course,” Flegetanis agreed, “so then you admit Siduri has influence in you, but do you understand how she does it?”

“Her beauty — she has a thousand and one ways to enchant.”

“And most of them you know nothing of. Already she is very skilled in the arts of shaping men, and from what I’ve seen has on occasion the power to stop them thinking altogether.”

“And should she not have influence in me?”

“Of course she should, for without these sweet influences there would be no life in form. What that influence engenders in your heart is another matter. Maia tried and you resisted her. Denial is one thing, but can you accept and master these influences?” “And if I cannot?”

“Then you live in a mirage world. It is possible to beguile the heart with influences so compelling that the mind surrenders, and you believe everything you experience is real when it is not. Kingdoms go to war and men die for their illusions.”

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The influences of the Pleiades work their influence, both sweet and bitter, through the heart. The bands of Orion relates to the mind bound, set free for true thinking when these influences of the feminine essences are held in check by the incarnate angel who exercises dominion over both heart and mind by means of the masculine energies. These two energies need to be used wisely and in harmony under the dominion of the Lord of one’s house of Being — the One I Am and we each are part of. This message is skillfully inserted in the story.

Now you surely must want to know the rest of the story, and what has gone before. Well, simply go to Amazon Books and order your copies. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story so far . . . and perhaps been enlightened and even inspired . . . inspired to unveil you divine identity and experience your own apocalypse of light. I welcome your comments. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

PLATO IS CREDITED with the story of Atlantis, whether myth or fact. My friend and colleague Larry Krantz wrote a captivating novel back in 2014 entitled DREAMS OF ATLANTIS, in which he weaves a story of the last days of this ancient civilization in such intricate detail that one may be led to believe, as I was, that the author himself was indeed the main character of the story in a prior life — and the story a documentary rather than novel. Here’s a synopsis posted on Amazon, although the book is no longer in print. You may know someone who has a copy and is willing to loan it out.

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The last days of Atlantis. The climactic end was not seen by most, yet a few saw ominous signs the end of their civilization was near. Into this world came Terrell, a young man apparently born into poor circumstances, who finds his way to spiritually-oriented mentors who set him in the right direction. Dreams of Atlantis follows Terrell on his journey, rising to great heights, facing innumerable challenges, and losing romance, then brought back to earth by circumstances and his own limitations. Finally, he comes to understand his destiny, and what awaits Atlantis, and sees the hope for the future vested in those who survive the turmoil.

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I thoroughly enjoyed the read and highly recommend it to my friends and followers, if not for sheer enjoyment then for the purpose of remembering our past — lest we repeat it.

I do love story, real and mythical, if only as a metaphor for truth and consequence, as a reader of my previous post commented. There’s a message, even a teaching, in every story — sometimes easier to receive and learn from than a non-fiction. Stories open up the heart for enjoyment, and the mind for entertainment, imaging and adventure. But also for warnings about the need for radical change in the way we live on this planet. The following is such a story. Enjoy and be informed.

A STORY ABOUT WATER AND MELTING GLACIERS

“Humans are changing all aspects of water on the planet.”

“We are in proportions that are just beyond language. We are in mythology. And how do you write about something that is larger than language? Maybe you have to understand beauty and poetry and love. Who do I love that will experience this in the hard way?”

“The ecological crisis is a catastrophe in slow motion. It will be decades before we truly understand the fallout of glacial ice melt. But the lives of our children’s children will undeniably be shaped by the movement of ice and the upwelling of water. How can the stories and relationships that link together generations help us care for a future we cannot yet comprehend? Last month, poet Jamaica Osorio offered spoken verses that carry ancestral wisdom needed in this moment. This week, we debut The Last Ice Age, the third film in our Shifting Landscapes documentary film series, in which Icelandic storyteller Andri Snær Magnason uses myth to help us fathom the immense scale of transformation engulfing the Earth.

 “For Andri, climate change is like a black hole: so big it exceeds what our minds can grasp. We understand it not by looking straight at its center, but by looking at its edges—to the stories that can bring it into focus. On a journey retracing his grandparents’ annual spring pilgrimage to Iceland’s Vatnajökull glacier, he searches for the narratives that lie at the periphery of the climate crisis, in both scientific data and his family’s memories. Witnessing the inevitable decline of Europe’s largest ice cap with his son Hlynur, Andri pulls on the ties of love that connect generations to try and see what the immense changes he has seen in just one lifetime will mean for the future of the planet.”

Watch the forty-minute film at this link: https://emergencemagazine.org/film/the-last-ice-age/

Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

“Those who forget history are condemned to repeat it”

THE WISE SAW ABOVE is attributed to the American philosopher George Santayana and it can be accurately quoted as “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” as stated in his work, The Life of Reason: Reason in Common Sense.” (Quote Investigator)

“The top 1% of American earners now control more wealth than the nation’s entire middle class, federal data show. More than one-quarter of all household wealth, 26.5%, belongs to Americans who earn enough money to rank in the top percentile by income, according to Federal Reserve statistics through mid-2023. The top 1% holds $38.7 trillion in wealth. That’s more than the combined wealth of America’s middle class, a group many economists define as the middle 60% of households by income. Those households hold about 26% of all wealth.” (USA TODAY)

In order to eliminate elitism and level the playing field, the 1% “haves” that own 99% of the nation’s wealth will need to stop taking from the 99% “have-nots” and less-fortunate in order to enrich themselves. It’s almost as simple as that — almost because there’ s always free choice in how we live life. Let’s take a look back at the origins of this post-diluvian modern civilization and recall some of our past we have been destined to repeat . . . and have done so.

I will enlist the assistance of a rather voluminous book I’ve just started reading by historian Susan Wise Bauer, THE HISTORY OF THE ANCIENT WORLD ~ From the Earliest Accounts to the Fall of Rome. The book itself is a pleasure to read as it is written more like a story or a novel than a college text book. For an example of what I mean by story, here are the opening paragraphs of Chapter One:

Many thousands of years ago, the Sumerian King Alulim ruled over Eridu: a walled city, a safe space carved out of the unpredictable and harsh river valley that the Romans would later name Mesopotamia. Alulim’s rise to power marked the beginning of civilization, and his reign lasted for almost thirty-thousand years.

The Sumerians, who lived in a world where the supernatural and the material had not yet been assigned to different sides of the aisle, would not have choked over the last part of that sentence. On the other hand, they would have found Alulim’s placement “at the beginning of civilization” extremely hard to swallow. In their own minds, the Sumerians had always been civilized. Alulim’s kingship, recorded in the Sumerian king list (perhaps the oldest historical record in the world), “descended from heaven” and was already perfect when it arrived on earth.

But looking back, we see the coming of the first king in different perspective. It is a sea change in the condition of man, the beginning of a whole new relationship between people, their land, and their leaders . . . . ” After kingship had descended from heaven,” the king list tells us, “Alulim reigned 28,000 years as king; [his heir] Alalgar reigned 36,000 years.” The length of these reigns may suggest that both of these kings are actually demigods, drawn from mythology rather than history; or perhaps, simply that Alulim and his heir ruled for a very long time. According to Sumerians, eight kings ruled before the enormous catastrophe of Sumerian history occurred and “the Flood swept over” the land.

Historian John Bright suggests that the Deluge took place before 10,000 BC, “when hunters migrated across the Bering Strait.” Skipping forward to chapter five, “The Iron Age,” I came upon the topic of this post. I’ll try not to make this too boring, as it is important, I feel, that we as a collective body of humanity account for our past errant ways and remember how we came to our present state of economic and social imbalance with debt being the basis of our current economy. You are well off if you have borrowing power granted you by a credit card enterprise. Well before credit cards became so freely available, I learned early in my chiropractic practice that I could not use my accounts receivable as collateral for a bank loan. Banks may be able to count loans out as part of their assets, but I couldn’t. The stark reality is this civilization is bankrupt. The rich are getting richer and the poor poorer, as we say these days. . . and as it’s been since the Fathers fell asleep. When and where did this imbalance have its start? Here’s what I came upon.

THE “WICKED” IRON AGE

The roots of elitism and poverty can be traced back to the prehistoric Iron Age of the fourth millennium, around 3102 BC. Spiritual awareness had begun to diminish by a quarter of its previous strength, according to Indian cosmology, as early as the ages of Gold, Silver, and Copper (Satya Yuga, Treta Yuga, and Duapara Yuga, respectively). The Iron Age, being the fourth (Kali Yuga), is when materialism began to corrupt the moral fiber of those who traded in these natural resources. It was “the most wicked of all.”

A Yuga lasts for a duration of 12,000 celestial years, so we are still in the Iron Age of Kali Yuga. The decline of morals, then, was rather gradual after man’s exit from Eden. The Great Deluge pretty much wiped out the ancient world, taking any remnant of Paradise with it:

There is no way of knowing what was destroyed by the waters. But like many other peoples, the Sumerians had a tale of lost paradise. In the very ancient Sumerian poem “Enki and Ninhusag,” this paradise is described as a place where “the lion does not kill, the wolf does not seize the lamb, the wild dog, devourer of kids, is unknown, he whose eyes hurt does not say: “my eyes hurt.” He whose head aches does not say, “My head aches.” But this dream city, filled with fruit trees and watered by fresh streams uncorrupted by salt, is lost to man.

The waters that covered the land was salt water which made the soil basically baren.

AFTER THE WATER, the earth dries out. Man starts again, in a world redder in tooth and claw than it was. Something has been lost. In Genesis, Noah is told that it is now acceptable to kill and animal for its meat; in the Sumerian flood story, the gods lament the destruction of the world that was: “Would that famine had wasted the world Rather than the flood. Would that pestilence had wasted mankind Rather than the flood.”

Floods occurred regularly in the Indus River Valley and water began to be greatly feared. The many and varied flood stories make for interesting reading; they are all comparable to the story of Noah and the Great Flood told in Genesis in the Bible. The Creative Force of Water, always active at the beginning of creative cycles, appears in all of these stories and myths.

As the population of the ancient post-diluvian world grew, a need for governance became apparent. This gave rise in the very distant past to the origin of Kingship in ancient Persia, and later of Aristocracy in Sumer (3600 BC), and later yet of Empire in the Nile river valley (3200 BC).

The villages near the Indus, in the Northwest, grew into towns first. The earliest houses in the Indus river valley were built on the river plain, perhaps a mile away from the river, well above the line of the flood. Mud bricks would dissolve in river water, and crops would wash away. The first reality of life in the Indus valley — as in Egypt and Sumer — was that water brought both life and death.

This was the setting in those ancient days when civilizations began to rise out of the flood waters, literally, and as man began to long for the Garden of Paradise and set about trying to recreate the bountiful and safe world the flood waters had wiped out so thoroughly and so finally. They began to harvest wood from the forests and to bake their clay bricks in kilns which made them more resistant to dissolution by the waters — and floods became less severe and destructive.

Turquoise and lapis lazuli, brought from the plains of Mesopotamia, lie in the ruins of the richest houses. The townspeople had left their valley to trade above the Tigris and the Euphrates, with those same merchants who supplied semiprecious stones to the kings of Kish an Nippur and Ur.

But despite the growing prosperity and reach of the Indus towns, the epics of India tell not of advance, but of decline. The floods had washed away the previous age and begun a new one; the age of towns was the Kali Yuga, the Age of Iron. It began when Manu Vaivaswata [the first king of India] descended from the mountain, and it was an age of wealth and industry. It was also an age in which truthfulness, compassion, charity and devotion dwindled to a quarter of their previous strength. In the Iron age, the sacred writings warned, leaders would commandeer the goods that belonged to their people, pleading financial need. The strong would take property from the vulnerable, and seize hard-won wealth for themselves. Rich men would abandon their fields and herds and spend their days protecting their money, becoming slaves of their earthly possessions rather than free men who knew how to use the earth.

Given the relatively late date at which these dreadful warnings were put down, they probably reflect the worries of a more mature society — one which had a large, unproductive bureaucracy draining the national coffers. But the storytellers themselves put the beginnings of this declination all the way back to 3102, the year when villages along the Indus began to grow into towns.

Note on sources of Indian history: Historians of India work in a fraught political arena. The written sources which we have, including those which tell of the mythological Manu and the Ages of Gold, Copper, Silver, and Iron, are oral traditions which were set down, much later, in the language Sanskrit . . . the Sanskrit writings represent the thought of a small, elite group of Aryan immigrants. In terms of history, this would mean that the written accounts of Manu and the Age of Iron have practically no continuity with the earliest civilizations of India. Manu is clearly mythological; his relationship to India in the fourth millennium remains extremely uncertain.

Manu himself, kneeling down by the water that will soon wash away the previous age and bring on the decline of the Kali Yuga, finds himself speaking to a little fish forced to beg for protection from the larger and stronger who prey upon the weak. In India, the journey towards civilization had just begun; but as in Sumer itself, it was a journey which took its people that much farther from paradise.

Mythologically speaking, we are still in the Kali Yuga, the Age of Iron (3102 BC – present). The biblical saying “The sins of the Fathers are visited upon the children unto the third and fourth generations” is applicable here — only the children of the Fathers, as fathers themselves, have been repeating the same old sins of greed and coveting stealth — and poverty continues to be the lot of those who lack the motivation to improve their lot, as well as the desire to accrue wealth. Balance must be restored and the practice of usury and the monetizing of just about everything of value on this planet and in this mind-made world — including human labor — must cease. The Earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof; the world and they that dwell therein.” (Psalm 24)

We cannot recreate the Paradise we lost eons ago. However, we can turn around and see the Paradise at hand and all around us — and begin taking better care of it than we have been. We can return to the LORD God awaiting our repentance in humility and ownership of our Fathers’ original sin of separation from Him and our rejection of His ordinances for life on Earth in lieu of our own self-centered designs and fancies.

Let us remember our past lest we repeat it to our ultimate extinction. The virtues of the Fathers are passed down as well to future generations. Therefore, “Blaze forth pure virtue. Depart false ambition’s restless schemes.” Let the hoarding of material wealth on earth cease! Let greed, usury, and coveted stealth cease! Let man stop monetizing the gifts of Mother Nature’s resources and the fruits of human labor — including human labor itself, which is bought for a ludicrous minimum wage, barely enough to live on these days, and not enough in too many lives to afford even a place to call home. The homeless stand out as an indictment against this civilization. Let the elite share their hoarded wealth and restore balance to our economy and our top-heavy social structure. Let’s end hunger and poverty! Let the abundance of this bountiful planet Earth be freely shared by all who dwell in the fullness thereof! Let love, peace, and generosity reign in the hearts of men and women everywhere! “Let love command! Let wonders form. Let Heaven’s beauty shine. Let every living breath sing praise to Light Divine.” Selah!

I invite you to join me in sending forth this edict. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

“Jesus said: The images are revealed to people. The light within them is hidden in the image of the Father’s light. You are pleased when you see your own likeness. When you see your images that came into being before you did, immortal and invisible images, how much can you bear?” —The Gospel of Thomas

IN THE LAST PART OF THE EXCANGE between Prince Arjuna and Lord Krishna as related in THE BHAGAVAD~GITA or THE SONG CELESTIAL — a revision of the original ancient text made by Lloyd A. Meeker (Uranda) — Arjuna looks up in praise and worship of Krishna uncloaked, then petitions Krishna to shield once again His unfathomable brilliance within His more familiar and bearable earthly forms. I’ll continue from where I left off:

Arjuna: Ah, if in anger now Thou shouldst remember I did think Thee Friend, Speaking with easy speech, as men use each to each; Did call Thee “Krishna,” “Prince,” nor comprehend

Thy hidden majesty, the might, the awe of Thee; Did, in my heedlessness, or in my love, On journey, or in jest, Or when we lay at rest, Sitting in council, staying in the grove,

Alone, or in the throng, Do Thee, most Holy! wrong, Be Thy grace granted for that witless sin. For Thou art, now I know, Father of all below, Of all above of all the worlds within

Teacher of teachers; more To reverence and adore Than all which is adorable and high! How in the wide worlds three Should any equal be? Should any other share Thy Majesty?

Therefore, with body bent And reverent intent, I praise, and serve, and seek Thee, asking grace. As father to son, As friend to friend, as one Who loveth to his lover, turn Thy face

In gentleness on me! Good it is I did see This unknown marvel of Thy Form! But fear Mingles with joy! Retake, Dear Lord! for pity’s sake Thine earthly shape, which earthly eyes may bear!

Be merciful, and show The visage that I know; Let me regard Thee, as of yore, arrayed With disc and forehead-gem With mace and anadem, Thou that sustaineth all things! Undismayed

Let me once more behold The form I loved of old, Thou of a thousand arms and countless eyes! This frightened heart is fain To see restored again My Charioteer, in Krishna’s kind disguise.

Krishna: Yea! thou hast seen, Arjuna, because I loved thee well, The secret countenance of Me, revealed by mystic spell, Shining, and wonderful, and vast, majestic, manifold, Which none save thou in all the years had favour to behold; For not by Vedas cometh this, nor sacrifice, nor alms, Nor works well-done, nor penance long, nor prayers, nor chanted psalms, That mortal eyes should bear to view the Immortal Soul unclad, Prince of the Kurus! This was kept for thee alone! Be glad! Let no more trouble shake thy heart, because thine eyes have seen My terror with My glory. As I before have been So will I be again for thee; with lightened heart behold! Once more I am thy Krishna, the form thou knew’st of old!

Servant: These words to Arjuna spake Vasudev, and straight did take Back again the semblance dear Of the well-loved charioteer; Peace and joy it did restore When the Prince beheld once more Mighty Braham’s form and face Clothed in Krishna’s gentle grace.

Arjuna: Now that I see come back, Janardana! This friendly human form, my mind can think Calm thoughts once more; my heart beats still again!

Krishna: Yea! it was wonderful and terrible To view me as thou didst, dear Prince! The gods dread and desire continually to view! Yet not by Vedas, nor from sacrifice, nor penance, nor gift-giving, nor with prayer Shall any so behold, as thou hast seen!

Only by fullest service, perfect faith, And uttermost surrender am I known And seen, and entered into, Indian Prince! Who doeth all for Me; who findeth Me in all; adoreth always, loveth all Which I have made, and Me for Love’s sole end, That man, Arjuna! unto Me doth wend.

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A poignant line from an aria sung by Jean Valjean in the concert presentation of Les Miserables comes to mind: “To love another person is to see the face of God.” As he sings these words with tender tones, one can feel hearts melting in the thousands gathered to share in the moment of heart-splitting elation, especially when he sings “Bring him home.”

I am profoundly thankful and richly blessed to share the last years of my earthly journey with another human being, my sweet companion Bonnie. She brings into our shared world someone fully awake and easy to love and cherish, someone to care for and to be cared by, someone to argue with at times, and with whom to share meals and work in the yard and gardens; to take road trips with and visit the marshlands below here. I’m most thankful to God for the gifts she brings into our shared lives.

Revealing our angelic Self to one another and to our worlds is something we can do in our current tamped-down mode of presence in this world. I do believe, however, that a grand Apocalypse of Light is at hand and already beginning to burst forth through the thousands of awakened and transformed human beings, angels all, who are attuned to the multiple frequencies of the Light of Love — compassion, joy, thankfulness, appreciation, kindness and generosity, just to name a few.

Look around you and see: The Kingdom of Heaven is truly at hand and heavenly beings are unveiling themselves, arriving together at the common destination of their transformative paths. The old man is falling away and the New Man — male and female, the image and likeness of Divine Being — is coming forth and shining the light of love into this darkened world — a veritable and most welcomed Apocalypse of Light!

There are those who have a peculiar attachment to their addiction to dark issue and newspaper headlines that tell and sell, but they, too, will finally be attracted to the warmth and sheer sanity of the soul-nourishing River of Love flowing down from on High and finding increasing outflow through human hearts and minds every which way they turn. None need perish with the collapse of the old world. All are sorely needed in bringing into form the New Earth now descending from God out of Heaven and seeding human consciousness as ordinances for our setting in the earth. Just imagine all the people living on the planet as one, as John Lennon inspired his generation to do. As we think about it every day it will continue to come about. Behold, we create a new world together!

I leave you to enjoy an inspiring and motivating poem by my favorite poet, Don Hynes ~ most relevant to the times we are traversing in this Egyptian world we’ve created:

Abandon Egypt

Outside city limits, ~ roaming the borderlands ~ that blend into dark forests, ~ rangers traverse the veils of illusion.

City folk know to conform, ~ their farmer cousins watch the same channels, ~ children lined up in rigid rows ~ to repeat the age-worn texts. ~ The hypnotic effect gravitational, ~ generation by generation shackled ~ by the mind wires of belief and fear, ~ shadows on the wall accepted as reality.

Rangers pay the price with isolation, ~ visiting a hearth fire occasionally ~ though not letting down their guard ~ or buying into the trance. ` Many think they stand apart ~ but unwilling to pay the price; ~ most don’t even care, ~ the hypnosis so deeply entrained.

Consider this a message ~ from beyond the fences, ~ words of consolation perhaps ~ but more of sobriety and awakening. ~ Abandon Egypt and its delights, ~ shrug off pharaoh’s rule. ~ What appears to be desert on the far horizon ~ a hidden fertility of water and sentience.

This slavery is voluntary as is freedom. ~ If you choose to break with conformity ~ let desire for life replace the illusion, ~ and surrender all hope at the threshold of escape. ~Don

I welcome any thoughts or inspirations you may have and wish to share. Until my next post,

Be love. Be loved

Anthony ~ (tpal70@gmail.com)

“Who doeth all for Me, who findeth Me In all; adoreth always; loveth all Which I have made, and Me, for Love’s sole end, That man, Arjuna! unto Me doth wend.” —Krishna, The Bhagavad~gita

THERE ARE TIMES while reading Hugh Malafry’s compelling novel BLUE SHAMAN ~ Stone of Sovereignty that my outer shell of humanity nearly cracks open and explodes in release of the Light of the Wonderful One who dwells within these temple walls of flesh and bone. This is one of those times, a golden moment when Caron, the Grail King incognito, poses a soul searching question to Marut, an old friend and jewelry merchant caught up in a world of sensational wonders:

What do you know of the one who sees, who contemplates, who dwells serenely above his emanations, supreme in the midst of the flame of creation? You know the smoke and the burning and the combustion of the world. But what do you know of him, who dances within the ring of fire, poised, balanced in the making and unmaking of all things?

Marut wilted upon hearing Caron’s provocative rhetorical question. Do you wilt reading those words, sorely aware of your resistance to fully surrender to the One you are and therein lose your isolated independent existence; or do you long to fully surrender to and know that One intimately? Harkening back to lyrics penned by my friend Hugh I shared in my previous post: “To know Thee as Thou art Almighty God and Living Word made flesh.” Do you long to know your Divine Self, the Wonderful One within — even as Prince Arjuna in the Bhagavad~gita asked Lord Krishna to let him see him, the God of gods, as he is, uncloaked by outer forms?

It may serve in these end days of awakening to visit, or revisit, this ancient story about the art of war and battle, revised and reframed by Uranda, who also added a subtitle to the booklet, The Song Celestial.

The story as Uranda retells it shows the way by which the expression of Spirit, true Self-expression, may become dominant in the individual, so that he/she is no longer governed by that which is unworthy of the true nobility of the Creator Being we each are, incarnate in these human capacities with their ingrained habits of judgment, criticism and complaint that betray and slay the expression of ones beautiful spirit of love, of kindness and generosity.

I will take the next two post to visit the last chapter of the story, so sit back and contemplate your own life in the battlefield of this earthly journey. (Copies of the booklet can be obtained from: The Emissaries, 100 Sunrise Ranch Rd., Loveland, CO 80538).

CHAPTER XI

Arjuna: Thus for my soul’s peace have I heard from Thee, The unfolding of the Mystery Supreme; Comprehending which, By darkness is dispelled; for now I know—O Lotus -eyed!—whence is the birth of men, And whence their death, and what the majesties Of Thine immortal rule. Fain would I see, As thou Thyself declar’st it, Sovereign Lord! The likeness of that glory of Thy Form Wholly revealed. O Thou Divinest One! If this can be, If I may bear the sight, Make Thyself visible, Lord of all prayer! Show me Thy very Self, the Eternal God!

Krishna: Gaze, then, thou Son of Pritha! I manifest for thee Those hundred thousand thousand shapes that clothe my Mystery. I show thee all my semblances, infinite, rich, divine, My changeful hues, my countless forms. See! in this face of mine, Wonders unnumbered, Indian Prince! revealed to none save thee. Behold, this is the Universe!—Look! what is live and dead I gather all in one—in Me! Gaze, as thy lips have said, ON GOD ETERNAL, VERY GOD! See Me! See what thou prayest! Thou canst not!—nor, with human eyes, Arjuna! ever mayest! Therefore I give thee sense divine. Have other eyes, new light! And, look! This is my glory, unveiled to mortal sight!

Servant: Then, O King! the God, so saying, Stood, to Pritha’s Son displaying All the splendour, wonder, dread Of His vast Almighty-head. Out of countless eyes beholding, Out of countless mouths commanding, Countless mystic forms enfolding In one Form: supremely standing Countless radiant glories wearing, Countless heavenly weapons bearing, Crowned with garlands of star-clusters, Robed in garb of woven lustres, Breathing from His perfect Presence Breaths of every subtle essence Of all heavenly odours; shedding Blinding brilliance; overspreading—Boundless, beautiful—all spaces With His all-regarding faces; So He showed! If there should rise Suddenly with the skies Sunburst of a thousand suns Flooding earth with beams undeemed of, Then might be that Holy One’s Majesty and radiance dreamed of!

So did Pandu’s Son behold All this universe unfold All its huge diversity Into one vast shape, and be Visible, and viewed, and blended In one Body—subtle, splendid, Nameless—the All-comprehending God of Gods, the Never-ending Deity!

But, sore amazed, Thrilled, o’erfilled, dazzled, and dazed, Arjuna knelt; and bowed his head, And clasped his palms; and cried and said:

Arjuna: Yea! I have seen! I see! Lord! All is wrapped in Thee! The gods are in Thy glorious frame! the creatures Of earth, and heaven, and hell In Thy Divine form dwell, And in Thy countenance shine all the features

Of Brahma, sitting lone upon His lotus-throne; Of saints and sages, and the serpent races Yea! mightiest Lord! I see Thy thousand thousand arms, and breasts, and faces, and eyes—on every side Perfect, diversified; And nowhere end of Thee, nowhere beginning, nowhere a centre! Shifts—Wherever soul’s graze lifts—Thy central Self, all wielding, and all-winning!

Infinite King! I see The anadem on Thee, The club, the shell, the discus; see Thee burning in beams insufferable, Lighting earth, heaven, and hell With brilliant blazing, glowing, flashing; turning

Dark to dazzling day, Look I whichever way; Ah, Lord! I worship Thee, the Undivided, the Uttermost thought, The Treasure Palace wrought To hold the wealth of the worlds; the Shield provided

To shield virtue’s law; The fount whence Life’s stream draws All waters of all rivers of all being: The One Unborn, Unending: Unchanging and Unblending! With might and majesty, past thought, past seeing!

Silver of moon and gold Of sun are glories rolled From Thy great eyes; Thy visage, beaming tender Throughout the stars and skies, Doth to warm life surprise Thy Universe. The worlds are filled with wonder

Of Thy perfections! Space Star-spangled, and void place From pole to pole of the Blue, from bound to bound, Hath Thee in every spot, Thee, Thee!—Where Thou art not, O Holy, Marvelous Form! is nowhere found!

O Mystic, Awful One! At sight of Thee, made known, The Three Worlds quake, the lower gods draw nigh Thee; They fold their palms and bow Body, and breast, and brow, And whispering worship, laud and magnify Thee!

The Prophets and Faithful cry “Hail! Highest Majesty!” From sage and singer breaks the hymn of glory In dulcet harmony, Sounding the praise of Thee; While countless companies take up the story.

These see Thee, and revere, In holy awe draw near; Yea! the Worlds—seeing Thee with form stupendous, With faces manifold, With eyes which all behold, Unnumbered eyes, vast arms, members tremendous,

Flanks, lit with sun and star, Feet planted near and far, Wonder-working Hands, mouths wrathful and tender—The Three wide Worlds before Thee Adore, as I adore Thee, Quake, as I quake, to witness so much splendour!

I mark Thee strike the skies With front, in wondrous wise Huge, rainbow-painted, glittering; and thy mouth Opened, and orbs which see All things, whatever be In all Thy worlds, east, west, north and south.

O Eyes of God! O Head! My strength of soul is fled, Gone is heart’s force, rebuke is mind’s desire! When I behold Thee so, With awful brows a-glow, With burning glance, and lips lighted by fire

Fierce as those flams which shall Consume, at close of all, Earth, Heaven! Ah me! I see no Earth and Heaven! Thee, LORD of Lords! I see, Thee only—only Thee! Now let Thy mercy unto me be given, Thou Refuge of the World!

Krishna: Thou seest Me as Time who kills, Time who brings all self-active ones to doom, The Slayer Time, ancient of Days, come hither to consume; Excepting thee of all these hosts of hostile chiefs arrayed, There stands not one shall leave alive the battlefield! Dismayed No longer be! Arise! obtain renown! destroy thy foes! Fight for the kingdom awaiting thee when thou hast vanquished those.

By me they fall—not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! ‘Tis I who bid them perish! Thou wilt but slay the slain; Fight! they must fall, and thou must live, victor upon this plain!

Servant: Hearing mighty Keshav’s word, Tremblingly that helmed Lord Clasped his lifted palms, and—praying Grace of Krishna—stood there, saying, With bowed brow and accents broken, These words, timorously spoken:

Arjuna: Worthily, Lord of Might! The whole world hath delight In Thy surpassing power, obeying Thee; The evil ones, in dread At sight of Thee, are sped To all four quarter; and the company Of Siddhas sound Thy name. How should they not proclaim Thy Majesties, Divinest, Mightiest? Thou Braham, than Brahma greater! Thou Infinite Creator! Thou God of gods, Life’s Dwelling-place and Rest.

Thou, of all souls the Soul! The Comprehending Whole! Of being formed, and formless being the Framer; O Ultimate One! O Lord! Older than eld, Who stored The worlds with wealth of Life! O Treasure-Claimer, Who wottest all, and art Wisdom Thyself! O Part In all, and All; for all from Thee have risen—Numberless now I see The aspects art of Thee! Spirit of All, Thou art, releasing man from prison.

The first of mortal men—Again, Thou God! again A thousand thousand times be magnified! Honour and worship be—Glory and praise—to Thee Cried on every side; Cried here, above, below, Uttered when Thou dost go, Uttered where Thou dost come! we call; God adored! Nameless Lord! Hail to Thee! Praise to Thee! Thou One in all; For Thou art All! Yea, Thou!

ALL IS IN THE ONE

Prince Arjuna is not without words in describing the ineffable Lord Krishna as He is.

What I take away from this story is that all things, both the good and the evil, are included in and embraced by the Almighty. The evil must be dealt with forthrightly and fall away. This line grabbed my attention: “By me they fall—not thee! the stroke of death is dealt them now, Even as they show thus gallantly; My instrument art thou! ‘Tis I who bid them perish!” The implication here is the “instrument” provides the means by which the evil meets its undoing and perishes.

There’s clearly work to do purifying the heart of the Body of Mankind — which is the Body of God on Earth. Think not that what you are feeling on any particular day and in any particular moment belongs solely to you, because it doesn’t. It belongs to the One who, when asked, will provide the wisdom and courage to deal with it forthrightly: “Get thee hence!” Cast it into the fire of love that burns in your heart — and keep that fire burning hot.

We angels incarnate are made of fire, and a good part of out work here is to allow the Spirit of God to “reprove the world of sin, of righteousness and of judgment” (John 16:8) — not out there, but in here when the spirit of this world rears its ugly head in our feeling realms and thoughts. That’s the convenient and only place one can let the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, deal with it — a reason to be thankful. The word “comfort” means “with power and strength.” Who is willing to do this work of purification in the Body of our Lord and King, in which we each one have a vital role? It’s through a pure heart that one sees and knows God as He is. What do you know?

I welcome your thoughts. Until my next post.

Be love. Be loved.

Anthony (tpal70@gmail.com)

“Knowest thou the ordinances of heaven? Canst thou set the dominion thereof in the earth?” (Job 38:4)

SHAPERS OF LIGHT

WE ARE THE SHAPERS OF LIGHT by which the world of form is created and shaped by the spirit our words convey. To discern the spirit, one need only behold the shape of things in this mind-made world. All of it is shaped to render comfort and pleasure to the human creators. Only the natural world shaped by Mother Earth raises praise and pleasure to the Creator clothed by Father Sun. Lyrics of Hugh Malafry’s hymn and baritone solo, written for sacred music composed and sung by my friend PenDell Pittman, rise up to be shared once again:

“How shall we give Thee glory who art the Living God? Power, who art the very flame of love? Kingdom, when the universe of stars is but a cloak to Thee? Thou art all things. All things come from Thee; return again unto Thee; and abide always in Thee. We are Thy kingdom, power, Thy glory shining! We are Thy bone, Thy blood, Thy flesh singing praises unto Thee. To know Thee as Thou art, Almighty God and Living Word made flesh.”

THE PURPOSE FOR CROSSING OVER

In my previous post, “IT’S TIME TO CROSS OVER,” the purpose for crossing is not to escape this troubled world but to rise into position as divine Creator Beings to speak the creative Word that brings order and harmony out of chaos and confusion. In other words, we cross over to the place of creation above the crossover point that joins the heaven above with the earth below. Our crossing is not for self-enlightenment nor self-realization — that happens during the process of transformation below the crossover point — but for a specific and worthy purpose. There’s work to do here, individually and collectively: the work of setting the dominion of Heavenly Ordinances in the Body of Mankind and in the Earth by way of human consciousness seeded from above.

There’s a poignant line penned by mystic Jacob Boehme that’s relevant to this work: “For you must remember that earth unfolds its properties and powers in union with Heaven aloft above us, and there is one Being, one Will one God, all in all.”

GIVING VOICE TO HEAVEN’S ORDINANCES

 The Ordinances of Heaven are Divine decrees that, when given free reign and dominion in human affairs, bring about order and beauty out of chaos and ugliness. “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven” we pray.  Paraphrasing, “Let the dominion of Thy ordinances be set in the earth as they appear in the heaven.”  In order to know the ordinances of Heaven, I must be in Heaven above the crossover point offering attunement with Love’s ordinances — with the true patterns of life for forms in the earth below the crossover point. 

These ordinances are specific to people and to situations whose dominion is our role as stewards to set in the earth of our human capacities and in the world we create. They are the true design and control patterns and factors, specific to the situation at hand with whom or with which I offer attunement through my thoughts, words and living . . . attunement with Love’s ordinances in the Heaven.  Most are simple, as the Prayer of St. Francis expresses:

PRAYER OF ST. FRANCIS

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

In dying to the old self-centered self we are born to our true and eternal divine Self. What a simple and beautiful prayer. Sowing the seeds of Love’s ordinances is my purpose as a creator being incarnate in this human capacity. It is our shared purpose as collective Body of incarnate Creator Beings: “one Being, one Will one God, all in all.”

ONE CONSCIOUSNESS, ONE MIND

We are living in the Day when the “sea” of human consciousness is being resurrected back into Divine Consciousness and disappearing:  “…and there was no more sea.” (Rev. 21)  This is the restoration, the correction of what is called “the Fall.”  Soon human consciousness will be no more and only Divine Consciousness will remain. 

Now, just as the sea of human consciousness is being absorbed into Divine Consciousness, so is the collective human Mind being restored to heaven, to oneness with Divine Mind.  The fracture created during the Fall is in process of being healed.  Complete oneness with God and Man restored is in process in our day!  This is great cause for rejoicing.  “But be ye glad and rejoice forever in that which I create: for, behold, I create Jerusalem a rejoicing, and her people a joy.” (Isaiah 65:18)

GIVING VOICE TO SHAPE THE LIGHT OF LOVE

We co-create our world together making all things new, letting the light of Love shine and radiate without concern for results – but not without intention.  Jesus commanded to the ears of the deaf man “Ephphatha! Be opened!” And to the lame “Rise, take up thy bed, and walk!” To the infirm “Be thou made whole!” To the storm “Be calm!” And to Lazarus “Come forth!” We participate in creation and renewal with no concern for result and with assurance that our words will go forth to accomplish that to which they are sent.  We give voice to Love’s command: Let wonders form! Let heaven’s beauty shine!  Behold we create!  We are the appointed and designated shapers of Love’s Light.

VOICING OUR THOUGHTS AS AN ACT OF CREATION

The following article appeared in my mailbox today from DailyOm Inspiration. It is so relevant to this post that I just have to share it here. I can only imagine the nature and content of the conversation these two birds in the picture below are having!

WHEN WE COMMUNICATE PRECISELY, WE ARE VOICING OUR THOUGHTS AS AN ACT OF CREATION

Using Our Outside Voice Each of us has developed an internal filtering process that helps us choose which parts of our constant inner monologues get voiced outside of our heads. Sometimes the choice is based on what we consider to be polite or appropriate, using subtlety instead of directness to try to get our point across. Other times, the choice is made based on our expectations of the other person and what we feel they should know about us, our feelings, and our needs. But our best chance of getting what we need is to communicate specifically by converting our inner voice to our outside voice. This may seem unnecessary sometimes, especially when we think the other person has the same information that we ourselves are working with, but we have to remember they also have their own inner voice, evaluating what they hear in light of their own issues and needs. With so much to consider and sift through, we are truly better off if we communicate precisely. Not only does doing this minimize the chance for misinterpretation, but voicing our thoughts is an act of creation. We convert thought and imagination to sound, releasing it from the chamber of our minds into the outside world. This carries energy and intention with it, allowing our thoughts, wishes, and even dreams to come true. When we have the courage to speak our minds and use our voice to send the desires of our hearts from our inner world to the world outside, we take a bold step in making them happen. By removing fear of what others may think and expectation of what others should understand, we free ourselves and let loose our desires onto the canvas of the world. Next time we become aware that we have a choice about how to communicate, we can choose to use our outside voice and watch its creative power at work.

DOMINION OF THE SEVEN ORDINANCES OF LOVE

There are seven ordinances of Love whose dominion are to be set in the earth of our body temples and in our world. They are the Seven Spirits before the throne of God spoken of by John the Divine in his Book of Revelation (4:5), where they are described as “lamps of fire.” Lloyd A. Meeker (Uranda), Beloved Founder of the Attunement healing service I offer along with many other practitioners worldwide, assigned these seven spirits and their vibrational qualities to the sacred energy centers focused by the seven endocrine glands in the body temple. These qualities or gifts, counting from the gonads below on up to the pineal gland in the cranium, are: Patience, Tranquility, Realization, Assurance, Radiance, Wisdom and Love. I composed a poem entitled “The Seven Spirits of God” many years ago, which I included in my book SACRED ANATOMY ~ Temple of the Living God.*

The Seven Spirits of God

I am the Spirit of Love
I draw my world together as a playing field for my creativity
I and my world are one
I seed and father the life of my world.
I am the Spirit of the Womb
I provide containment and wisdom for the Spirit of Love
I am open to the Father to receive,
conceive, nurture and give birth to the seeds of Love
I mother the life of my world.
I am the Spirit of Life
I bring radiance to my world
I am born anew in each moment
For I am birthless, deathless and eternally the same
I am the life of my world.
I am the Spirit of Purification
I protect the life and this temple from harm
I bring heaven and earth together as one
I give assurance to my world that all is well.
I am the Spirit of Blessing
I uplift the elements of my world through my Creative Process
so they might become part of my body
I provide realization for my world.
I am the Spirit of the Single Eye
I bring power to my body, focus to my mind,
precision to my movement, tranquility to my world.
I am the Spirit of the New Earth
I welcome the substance by which I create all things new
in patience and right expectancy
I am the spirit of love.

~~~

SHAPING THE LIGHT OF LOVE

Where there is impatience let me shape the light of love as patience. Where there is war let me shape love’s light as peace and tranquility. Where there is cursing and condemnation let me shape the light of love as blessing. Where there is defilement let me shape the light of love as a purifying fire that brings assurance of Love’s Presence. Where there are shadows and darkness let me shape my light as abundant radiant life. Where there is deceit and lying, let me shape my light as wisdom and truth. And where there is hate and war let me shape my light as love and peace. The word “let” is the shaping verb when offering Love’s command: “Let there be peace on earth and let it begin with me.” So let it be.

Until my next post . . .

Be love. Be loved

Anthony

tpal70@gmail.com

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“It’s better to light a candle than to curse the darkness”

IT’S TIME TO CROSS OVER. The veil of the impure heart, now being purified in the fire of love, has been rent in twain, allowing us to cross over to the other side and stand in our ordained place, the Holy Place of Heaven, as the Teacher instructed us to do when things begin to fall apart, as they are doing today: “When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place….” I recommend that one read and think deeply upon the words of Jesus as Matthew recorded and wrote them down in the twenty-fourth chapter of his gospel. It’s very current and quite sobering.

What I really want to share with you in this post is a story I just recently enjoyed — and which gave rise to the theme and message of this post. The story itself is skillfully if intentionally injected into its author’s most engaging novel, BLUE SHAMAN ~ The Stone of Sovereignty, written and published back in 2008 by friend and rogue scholar Hugh Malafry. It’s the first book of a trilogy and series on the theme of the search for the alchemist’s “Stone of Sovereignty,” a means by which base metal may be turned into gold — a metaphor the author masterfully employs to deliver his subtle if subliminal message: restoring fallen humanity to the golden state of divine identity and oneness with a God of Love — which he more than implies is none other than the very “Holy Grail” sought by the fabled Knights of the Round Table, as well as men and women to this day. This is my third reading.

I’ll just cut to the excerpt and the story — not the whole story of course, which you’ll thoroughly enjoy yourself when you read his first book of the series, a final volume of which I am assured is being written even as I blog. The story is set in the 13th century AD when the Cathars — men, women and children — were being rounded up and burned alive as heretics by the Catholic Church in what historically came to be known as “The Inquisition” in Southern France, along with the Waldensian persecution in Northern Italy.

The setting is a castle fortress under siege atop a steep hill in the “once bright land of Languidoc, a wasteland in the shadow of death” in Occitania where the priestess and “mountain mother . . . Esclarmonde, who was the light of the world,” and “Anwyn of the In-World” were taking final refuge awaiting their own execution in the fires of the bishop of Carcassonne, Dominican prelate “Albertus Magnus.” His armies “held those of the Comte de Toulouse at bay in a final siege of the mountain sanctuary of Montsegur.” The sovereign character and champion in the story is Hugues Comte de Caron, whose inner and real identity is revealed as you read the story. With that context setup, on to the story!

LOST HALLOWS

Caron crossed the siege lines unchallenged. Rings of fires flared, and soldiers huddled together in their encampments, from the raw March wind gusting across the wastelands. The castle was secured, and terms of capitulation were given. The mountain fell off into an abyss, and there was no escape. What remained were the cold, the shame, and mortal fear of God’s retribution for the slaughter of innocence.

Caron was expected. The great gate opened with a squeal of frozen iron, and he stood for a moment looking into the dark passage before him. It seemed a different castle, made for a different time, than the one he had come to before. Then it was full of life; this was desolate. A torch was lit in the courtyard, and illumined a gnarled oak door. He could go no further, so he knocked and stood patiently waiting for it to open. It did not, and he had not come to stand out in the cold: Someone must open the door, but no one came, and it troubled him.

“Be still.”

It was a woman’s voice. He looked about himself. Nothing. Then he looked back to the great gate, and again there was nothing but a ring of glowing campfires, their sparks whirling up in the heavy gusting wind.

“He shall not enter with you.” “Who shall not enter?” he asked. “The one who hides in your shadow.”

Caron looked back at his shadow in the torchlight. It seemed unlikely he would go anywhere without it, for it was firmly attached to his feet.

“Who are you?” he asked. “Anwyn of the In-World.”

Her voice was like bright water. He looked about the silent court, shadowed in the moonlight. It was difficult to believe he stood on the threshold of another world. The past was a mystery to him, and he had always wondered how he came to be who he was. Slowly the thoughts formed, gathering to an intuition, and she seemed to feel it in him. “Do you now remember us” she asked.

“Where are you?”

“Hidden within.”

Sounds of the battlefield receded. Voices of the soldiers in the distance faded, driven off by the gusting wind sweeping the high plateau. His cares went with them; he found himself drawn into a silence, filled with peace within the eye of the storm.

A little door, about half the height of a man, set seamlessly within the greater, opened for him. He stooped, eased through on his knees, and found himself knelt in a small, unlit courtyard, facing a stone wall. The court was empty, but for the youth who immediately secured and bolted the door behind him. The boy pointed silently. Caron looked to his right where a spiral of seven stairs rose from the courtyard and disappeared in a tower. The youth was gone before Caron could question or rise from his knees, and he was alone within the silence of the keep.

There was nowhere else to go, so Caron cautiously climbed the spiral stairs, counting twenty-four steps in all, before it ended at another closed door with no latch or bar upon it. Instead, carved in hard oak and inlaid with silver, there was the curious design of an endless knot, a weave of intersecting paths, having no beginning or ending, but a pattern that traced and repeated itself. He pressed on the door but it would not open, so he waited as he had done before, but this time no boy came to his aid.

“Anwyn, guide me to the In-world.” He waited for her reply, but none came. He began to feel foolish standing before another closed door. To go forward he must find the way in himself. His attention returned to the silver knot. He studied then touched and traced his finger along it. Dread fear like dark waters rose upon him. He struggled, as if he breathed water, and would drown. He drew back in panic, but settled his breathing, and gathered his senses.

When he came to himself he heard a murmur of voices beyond the door, like the sound of a distant fall of water, and it filled him with longing. He pressed the door with both hands, and still it would not yield. He stood at the top of the stair feeling frustrated, resisting the urge to bang upon it.

He had not come here by chance; he had right and a purpose: it was his time, his place, and his ignorance surely could be forgiven him. Mastering his fear, Caron again touched the endless knot. This time his fingers tingled, and as he did not resist there was no shock; rather his body filled with pleasant warmth at the contact. And Anwyn was back.

“You must let go your shadow.” Her words fell like rain on dry dust. “To cross over, you must see yourself on the other side.”

Again he traced the pattern with his finger tips, and felt the weave of the knot melt to his touch. He let go and found the door not so solid as he had supposed. A light shone from beyond it, filtering through the edges. The seams of the oak frame rent with fissures through which the light shone. Caron began to see something beyond. He tried to focus his eyes on it, but the harder he tried the more solid the door became, and the shining beyond faded. What was within would not be taken. It was not by will that he saw beyond the door, but by inner light that brightened the eye, and made transparent what appeared opaque.

Caron let go his grip on what seemed so real and impassable, the stone wall and the oaken door that stood in his way, and began at once to see differently. The heavy oak door was less substantial; first a thing of rough-hewn timbers and iron plates, then cracks and fissures through which the light streamed, then little more than tatters and a threadbare shroud through which the light shone. Beyond was a man who shone like the sun, enveloped in glory like clouds streaming with sunlight.

Caron could not face the one in the light. He looked away, as one catches a glimpse of but cannot look into the sun. He could not enter in; he could not turn back. Of himself he could do nothing: he was dust and ashes. The other dwelled in light; he dwelled in the shadow of death. The other stood in fiery beauty, he upon a cold wind-swept waste of mountains, looking from without in. He was hung between two worlds. All that he sought was in here in this moment, but for a divide he could not cross. “Who am I,” he asked. “The one who hides in the shadow or the one who dwells in the light?” His voice faltered as he asked it for his state was wretched.

A great wind swept the plateau. The bishop’s fire blew up in a shower of sparks setting the tents aflame, singing the shaman’s hands. He dropped his staff and recoiled from the conflagration, his connection with Caron broken. The shaman picked up his scorched staff, stood a careful distance off, and whispered into the fire. “He is the one,” the shaman said. “They are much mistaken in him. He is the one.”

Within Montsegur, Caron heard a keen of wind across the high plateau of dark mountains, and in it the voice of the emptiness of the world. “If world and will is all there is then I am dust and ashes,” he said.

He had come to the door at the end of time, and he had seen himself on the other side. He was not all dust and ashes. “I am that one,” he said. “I am the light of the world.” He let go into the light and the light took him. The illusion of separation passed. He crossed over, and there was one man. All the worlds were in him, and he in all the worlds.

I hope you enjoyed the story and could see your own transformation journey culminating at the threshold between the outer and inner worlds, which in reality are one: a true duality of Heaven and Earth — One Whole Holy World, which is in you and you in it. I am, you are, the light of the world. I do not hide my light under a cloud of safety and isolation. Rather I shine my light where all can see it and be enlightened. What about you? Are you afraid to shine your light? Afraid of judgment and criticism . . . from your own human ego? “Who do you think your are? You’re a nobody!” What a lie! On the other side of the veil You are the Light of the world. See your Self on the other side. Cross over the threshold and be Who you really are: the Light of the World — where there are no shadows but only light, the Light of your own Creator Being, who you ARE: the Light of Love.

HEALING YOUR HEARTBREAK

I’ll leave you with a brief inspiration from my friend and fellow blogger, Will Wilkinson.

“It’s a choice to be vulnerable, just as it’s a choice to . . . find our heartbreak…then figure out what to do about it.” (Click on Will’s name above to share his timely message.)

Until my next post,

Be Love. Be loved

Anthony ~ tpal70@gmail.com

THE WORLD IS IN A STATE OF CACOPHONY, plagued by the clamor of a “noisome pestilence,” as the psalmist sings, then invites you into the secret place in the pure heart: “He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in Him shall I trust. Surely He shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. (Psalm 91:3)

The snare of the fowler refers to the coarse net of the human mind that snares and holds onto wayward and negative “birdbrain” thoughts and theories. The noisome pestilence refers to the ongoing pandemic crises that fill the media airways with life threatening fear mongering narratives designed to promote vaccines and sustain the flow of revenues into Big Pharma’s coffers and the pockets of the investors in human misery—and destabilize the social and economic climates of the masses. Nothing motivates people quite like fear.

Robert Reich pretty well sums up the moral crisis of our times:

“The moral crisis of our age has nothing to do with gay marriage or abortion: it’s insider trading, obscene CEO pay, wage theft from ordinary workers, Wall Street’s continued gambling addiction, corporate payoffs to friendly politicians, and the billionaire takeover of our democracy.”

Today we have a new noisome pestilence in the conviction of a former US President on thirty-four counts of criminal activity. The National News media are having a hay day with this one as advertising agencies flock to primetime to sell their wares. It is a noisome world we’ve created.

PLACE OF DISCONNECT

But enough of my ranting on the human world condition. There is a place of disconnect from the madding crowd and of blissful peace in your Heart of hearts. The heart entertains the finer essences of spirit. Take comfort in your Soul. Nothing dismisses fear in a troubled heart quite like love and a appreciation.

THE HEART AND DOMINION

As I initiated my previous post, the creation and publishing of a Fourth Edition of SACRED ANATOMY has left me in a pensive space with renewed curiosity in the magic of the body’s internal communication system and alchemical processes. I am finding much food for thought and meditation in Joseph Chilton Pearce’s enlightening book THE BIOLOGY OF TRANSCENDENCE ~ A Blueprint of the Human Spirit. I will bring this series to a place of rest with these words of summation of his insight into “The Brain in the Heart,” excerpted from his closing commentary in “The Heart and Dominion.”

YOUR HEART’S HOLOGRAPHIC EM FIELD

1. The heart’s electromagnetic field is holographic and draws selectively on the frequencies of the world, our solar system, and whatever is beyond.
2. Through glial action, our neural system selectively draws the materials needed for world-structuring from the electromagnetic fields as coordinated by and through the heart.
3. Our emotional-cognitive brain makes moment-by-moment qualitative evaluations of our experience of the resulting world structure, some of which we initiate in our high cortical areas and others of which form automatically and instinctually in the old mammalian brain.
4. Our emotional-cognitive brain has direct unmediated neural connections with the heart. Through these neural connections the positive and negative signals of our response to our present moment are sent to the heart moment by moment.
5. The heart’s neural system has no structures for perceiving or analyzing the context, nature, details, or logic of our emotional reports. Thus the heart can’t judge the validity of or the reason for these reports and responds to them as basic facts. The heart responds on all levels: electromagnetically, through the unmediated neural connections to the limbic brain, and through neural connections to a myriad of body functions. Additional responses include hormonal shifts between the heart and the body and the heart and the brain, and perhaps shifts on sound and thermal levels as suggested by Schwartz and Russek.
6. When the heart makes such an adaptive shift, suspending its stable norm, our perception changes accordingly. The world we experience in a state of fear, rage, dire emergency, competition, or struggle is quite different from that which we experience in a state of harmony and love.
7. During an initial negative response, our brain shifts from the slower reflective intellect of the frontal lobes and neocortex to the quickly reflexive reptilian brain and its links with the emotional-cognitive brain’s survival memories and maneuvers. This shift from forebrain to hindbrain is not voluntary or within our awareness — it just happens and always appears logical, practical, common sense.
8. The dialogue between our heart and brain is an interactive dynamic where each pole of our experience, heart and brain, gives rise to and shapes the other to an indeterminable extent. No cause-effect relationship can be implied in such an organic, stochastic, and infinitely contingent process. This mirroring is another vital example of the creator-created dynamic.
9. In response to a negative signal, the frequency realm of the heart drops from coherent to incoherent. This is a survival maneuver that opens the heart spectrum to an indefinite or variable state. In this fluid situation our body, brain, and heart can respond in new ways to an emergency, if the old survival responses initiated by our lower brain systems are insufficient. (See figure 8 below)

(Figure 8. In periods of frustration, fear, or ager, the em spectrum is incoherent. In times when love or appreciation is experienced, it is coherent. Courtesy of HeartMath Institute.)

EVOLUTION AND DEVOLUTION AGAIN

In most instances of survival issues the Interpreter Mode in our forebrain aligns with and locks in on these concerns to form a nearly unbreakable tape loop between the forebrain and hindbrain. This shifts all attention and energy to the hindbrain and its survival mode. The forebrain’s creative intellect then serves these survival needs while the heart continues to receive variations of the same negative report repeated ad nauseam by the forebrain-hindbrain loop. This response can continue long after the original negative event, so that we live in a closed circuit of resentment and offenses against our neighbor or world, a self-fulfilling and self-perpetuating negative loop.

Again, the heart has no neural structures by which to judge the illusory or delusory nature of the reports the brain sends it. Whether the report comes from the hindbrain and its ancient sensory-motor and survival systems or from the forebrain’s creative imagination, all the heart can do is respond accordingly.

As mentioned in the summary above, in a negative state our energy shifts from the forebrain to the hindbrain and, reinforced by the heart’s automatic response to negativity, our thinking, judgments, and perceptions are altered in the interest of defense. In our archaic, defensive mode of mind we have limited our access to our intellectual capacities except as selectively used on behalf of our defenses or revenge strategies. We then use the same selective process to intellectually justify our reflective action: Defensiveness is always rationally cloaked as common sense, while revenge is always cloaked as justice. [Netinyaho’s “Holy War.” of revenge against Hamas?]

The ancient defenses are comfortably familiar; they are locked into our very body and memory, patterns of reaction that are make up the commonly shared cultural world in which we participate. Defensiveness is supported by powerful and ancient field energies that are part of our consensus reality itself. In a negative belligerent state of mind I have crowd comfort, herd support. This is why it is so hard to recognize and alter our defensiveness in those instances where it hurts instead of helps.

Nature’s economical habit of building new evolutionary structures on the foundations of older ones has led to our current magnificent potential and terrifying dilemma. Our potential can’t be utilized and our dilemma can’t be resolved by either intellect or moral and ethical effort alone (if at all). But we have within us this other link, the three-way connection among our emotional-cognitive brain, our prefrontal lobes, and our heart. Here in this connection lies our hope and transcendence — if we can break away from the madding crowd. Through understanding and using our heart’s intelligence along with our brain’s intellect we can resolve our dilemma. Whatever language or rationale it might take, our task is to discover — or rediscover — these two potentials, align them, and come into transcendent dominion over our life [and our worlds].

ATTUNEMENT WITH LOVE

Another word for align is attune. Attunement with the tonal frequency of Love in the heart and attunement with the tonal frequency of Truth in the mind aligns these two capacities for the generation and birth of life. Love and Truth are the Godparents of Life. The Father of Love needs the Mother of Truth in order to give birth to Life. The power of love alone is not sufficient. There’s plenty of love in the world. What the world needs now is the integrity and freedom clear and unadulterated Truth affords.

I would like to close with some poignant yet simple words spoken by my spiritual mentor, the late Lord Martin Cecil, 7th Marquess of Exeter (1909-1988). This is the last service he gave one month before his passing in January of 1988. This service was given on December 13, 1987, and is entitled “Radiant Light The Transforming Power.”

There is just one way, and that is the way of light. And when light is allowed to shine in the realm where the prince of darkness has held sway heretofore, there is what might be described as war. I am sure all of you have had some experience in this regard. I am not talking about this superficial war that constantly goes on in the advertising world, or in the world of politics, or in the world of religion, or in any of the human worlds—I am not talking about that. But when the light begins to shine because you let it shine, all sorts of dark things erupt—there is war in this way. But darkness has no power over light. Why is it that so easily there is a fearful attitude toward the darkness? “It’s going to prevail. Oh dear me! It’s going to overwhelm me. This darkness is building up all around!” What about letting the light shine, then where did the darkness go? It is the constant radiation of the light that dispels the darkness. It’s rather magical, isn’t it? Even in a room like this, if you put out all the lights it’s dark. Darkness appears to have triumphed. But put on the lights, where did it go? It wasn’t anything in the first place.

Let your light so shine. We are reaching a point where we begin to understand what that means: no more fear of the darkness. Many children are afraid of the dark. We have all been children. The easiest way to dispel that fear is to turn on the light. Let your light so shine. I am the light of the world, of my world in particular. If my light shines in my world it’s not dark anymore to me. It may be dark to the creatures of darkness round about, but to me, no. This shining of the light comes, as we know, individually speaking. One must let it happen, for oneself. But there begins to be a collective shining of the light in consequence. And the darkness is in the process of being dispelled. Keep the light coming.

“Keep the light coming.” Simple words expressing the simple truth. Until my next post,

keep your light shining.

Anthony

tpal70@gmail.com