Dog Poet Transmitting.......
There are places in The New Testament where the power of our words and the consequences of our words can be marked by The Recording Angel for Judgment Day... just like the Miranda Warning you hear when you get arrested; “anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.” That means in Terrestrial Court and Celestial Court and takes us to that Hermetic maxim from The Emerald Tablet of Hermes Trismegistus; “as above, so below”. I'm going to put the entire statement in for context;
“True, without falsehood, certain and most true, that which is above is as that which is below, and that which is below is as that which is above, for the performance of the miracles of the One Thing. And as all things are from One, by the mediation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation. The Sun is its father, the Moon its mother, and the Wind carries it in its belly, its nurse is the Earth. This is the father of all perfection, or consummation of the whole world. Its power is integrating, if it be turned into earth.
Thou shalt separate the earth from the fire, the subtle from the gross, suavely, and with great ingenuity. It ascends from earth to heaven and descends again to earth, and receives the power of the superiors and of the inferiors. So thou hast the glory of the whole world; therefore let all obscurity flee before thee. This is the strong force of all forces, overcoming every subtle and penetrating every solid thing. So the world was created. Hence were all wonderful adaptations, of which this is the manner. Therefore am I called Hermes Trismegistus, having the three parts of the philosophy of the whole world. What I have to tell is completed, concerning the Operation of the Sun.”
It is said that if one comprehends the essence of what is stated there, one can accomplish 'The Great Work', which is also called, “The Operation of the Sun” From all that I have read in my studies and heard in my meditations, one does not do this themselves. It is done in and through us by The Angel pictured in the 14th Trump.
I memorized this and repeated it every morning as I drove from Haiku to Lahaina on Maui and in other places and at other times, along with a number of other affirmations of similar purpose; it was a long drive most all of the times. For years I have had these disciplines that traveled with me through the incredible struggle that was my life. On the one hand it felt as if all the armies of darkness were arrayed against me. On the other hand, I was my own worst enemy but... by dint of my dogged persistence and the unfathomable Grace of God, I made it to where I am today, which is none too shabby.
My point here is that you can program yourself and YOU DAMNED WELL BETTER because the world is working on programming you all the time. When I am done with this autobiography; presently working title, “The Long and Winding Road to WTF” it will be clear what the road I traveled was like. I am trying not to lie. I may not include everything but a part of me probably wishes I did lie, though that would serve neither me nor the reader. I'm hoping that the vast amounts of humor in the book will cover for the obvious indications of how stupid I was at certain points. It will be abundantly clear that I am alive because of the ineffable presence. There were any number of situations that I should not have survived but... I did.
I attribute part of it to these disciplines. There is a process that I call, 'Imprinting'. This is where you literally etch the thought into the stone wall of your own ignorance and willfulness. Over and over again, you emblazon the image and the idea into the subconscious. The subconscious is the massive, submerged foundry, where all the minerals get mined and the metals get smelted and fashioned and shaped, according to the nature of your ambitions and desires. It is similar to an iceberg, where the major part of it is below the surface. Then... by dint of perseverance and by mysterious means, it manifests!
You create your own world and each of us is living in our creation. Argue all you like. Rail and rage against the seeming injustices and cold hearted judgments of Fate, Destiny, Kismet; call it what you like. You built it. Sure... the world, the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea had their influence. Karma played a major part but... it is on us who we seek after and who we allow to advise us.
I cried out to God from the time I could walk and Cruel Fortune NEVER relented. There were brief moments of respite. I got knocked down a hundred thousand times at least but... I ALWAYS got back up. It could not have been me all those times. Some force greater than myself was at work. It was only in the last decade that it has lessened. Gratitude? I have no words for that. It is beyond my capacity to express it.
I don't care what the situation is that you presently find yourself in. I especially do not care what happened before and neither should you. Take the past. Take everything you poorly remember about whatever you think happened, or think you did or got done to you and put it in a bag and throw it overboard. Life begins anew, THE MOMENT you have that change of heart. From the moment that you turn your life over to the guiding hand of the indwelling, you are taken by the direct route to glory. It may hurt, of course and there may be bills to pay... but you can have the confident assurance that all is well, NO MATTER WHAT may come. Living and dying, of themselves are of no consequence. Only WHAT YOU LIVED AND DIED FOR COUNT. You are already living and dying every day but to what end? You are already suffering until your desire ends, or is all focused on a single, greater goal; “All life is suffering due to ignorant desire.” It is what you are after that determines your state.
Why not make the change that you are going to make anyway, be it a million years and however many lifetimes hence??? Sooner or later you will turn your gaze to the interior sun of God's everlasting love. This is indisputable! “All roads lead to me.” says the Supreme Master of all Things. What is that intransigent stupidity that is resident in so many of us? What is that insidious motive force that hinders our spiritual sight? WHY do we engage again and again in our pointless Sisyphean struggle? THIS IS THE QUESTION we must needs ask ourselves followed by... Who am I? Ask that often enough and you will get an answer. Whether you realize it or not, The Lord of Hosts dwells within you. On a beach, years ago, a master said to me, “God is sleeping and this is his dream.” I then replied, several times, “But he's going to wake up, right?” Each time I was told, “I don't know.” I'm guessing that depends on us each, every one, whether we make the effort to awaken the indwelling from his slumber in this dream of our life.
The days grow short in so many ways. We each move inexorably toward our point of departure. None of us know when but most of us act as if it will not occur. “What is the greatest mystery?” “That we see others dying all around us but do not think that we ourselves will die.” I am reminded of that wonderful Biblical quote, “We shall not all die but we shall all be changed.” When will we awaken to life everlasting? It is a simple affair, you only have to want the presence of the divine more than you want anything else. That is the sole criteria. Look at the hopeless pursuits that are taking place all round us every day. Look at what people get up to and the lengths they go to to legitimize the illegitimate. It is all a lie and we are seeing it in bold relief these days. There are those who believe that if they simply say something over and over and over again, that will make it true. It does not and it never has.
Some cabals of deception have visited incredible lies upon the rest of us. Some lies have been under construction for centuries now. They have presently been taken for granted by many BUT they will not endure much longer in this Grand Apocalypse. This is a world of appearances, constantly changing and all of them lies. ONLY what is present behind the appearances is real. Meanwhile, people give their life's blood, their hopes and dreams and their very lives for appearances that have no real substance and it goes on and on and on; kingdoms rise and fall. Cultures come and go. People go in and out of the turnstiles of life and death, chasing after the Fata Morgana, the uncatchable carrot and EVERYTHING is a momentary distraction from and a substitution for the only thing worth having. Once you have it there is no question about the value of it.
The roles change. One is rich, then they are poor. They are bound and then they are free and then they are bound again. They are white, then they are black, then they are brown or red. They are male. They are female. They are human. Then they are an animal, or an insect. There is no telling BUT CHARACTER IS SURELY FATE. “These three are difficult to obtain in this world and depend on the mercy of the gods- the human birth, the desire for salvation and the company of the great souled ones.” Mind how you go. Mind how you go.
The power of pray is one of the most underrated forces in this world. The Grace of God is of greater value than ANYTHING else that has ever been and is equaled only by other gifts from the same source. The power of renunciation and the practice of austerities are of incalculable value but who is mindful of them in these times? “All too few” I am told. All too few.
Let us close with a paean about desire and appetite, about it's cost and meaning. Here we have In Dreams of Appetite, attended by Patrick Willis and myself... praying that this message might find a more permanent home.
Today's Song is;
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