Smoking Mirrors — June 16, 2018
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Wow! Just…wow!!! What are the odds that this would happen shortly after the way they treated me and I told them that misfortune was going to rain down on them?
Talk about stunned. I’m not going to say if, or whatever may be said. I’m going to thank the Lord with no qualifications or presumptions; mainly because I thank the Lord all the time and I am also going to thank the Lord for all the wonderful readers and friends who support the work here; the work we all do in concert, the inner work and the outer work.
I de I Lord; shakin it here Boss! I woke up this morning in a splendid mood; don’t know how or from where the feeling comes. My friend is also experiencing the same emotional rise, up from the valley of despair to the golden mesa of ‘who knows where’. I am so grateful this morning. There are no real details, unless some of what’s just been said, or thought or felt is relevant. There’s something going on of which I am unaware. It feels like something from the long ago or something timed in relation to particular gates passed through or mountains passed over. Obviously from what just got said, I’ve no clue except for vague premonitions but… it is deep and liberating; something like a ‘get out of jail free’ card that is tattooed on the back of the hand.
If you ever find yourself in the area of that hospital you’ve got a ‘sleepover with fine dining’ card at Casa Visible. In the interim you’ve got access to some mighty works of Sufi mysticism from someone who was very much around in the early days. How about an excerpt from the link of his words spoken?
“… who can answer this demand? He alone who is sent from above, who is appointed by God to deliver His Message, who is empowered by the Almighty to stand by them in their struggles, and who is made compassionate by the most Merciful to heal their wounds. Man wants something he cannot get, man wishes to believe in something he cannot understand, man wishes to touch something he cannot reach. It is the continual struggle for the unattainable that blinds man, and he forms such high ideas even of the prophet who is only a Messenger, a human being, one like every one else, and who is subject to death and destruction and all the limitations of life, that the prophet does not seem to come up to man’s ideal until he has left the world, leaving behind the memory which again rises as a resurrection of the prophet, spreading the influence of all he brought to the world and pouring from above that blessing which arose as vapor and came back from above as a rainfall.”
Then again, how about another?
“The central theme of the Sufi Message is one simple thing, and yet most difficult, and that is to bring about in the world the realization of the divinity of the human soul, which hitherto has been overlooked, for the reason that the time had not come. The principal thing that the Message has to accomplish in this era is to create the realization of the divine spark in every soul, that every soul according to its progress may begin to realize for itself the spark of divinity within. This is the task that is before us.
Now you may ask, what is the Message? The Message is this: that the whole humanity is as one single body, and all nations and communities and races as the different organs, and the happiness and well-being of each of them is the happiness and well-being of the whole body. If there is one organ of the body in pain, the whole body has to sustain a share of the strain of it. That by this Message mankind may begin to think that his welfare and his well-being is not in looking after himself, but it is in looking after others, and when in all there will be reciprocity, love and goodness towards another, the better time will come.”
In those words I see so many similar and in some cases, exact statements, like unto what is said here. The Lord of Light is closer to us than we are to ourselves. All legitimate religions are each the same but only differ in the presentation. What a joy it must be to proclaim one God, author of all, destination of all; the reservoir of Love eternal and not dying but elevating all to the common plane of unity, within every heart within all hearts, as one heart, beating to the rhythm of the Om Drum. We dance, we spin and whirl, dervish-like beneath the glow of God’s single eye, set in the Heavens and from which all manifest life is brought into being, nurtured and sustained, with the living evidence, hiding in plain sight. God’s not dead, he’s merely hiding. You can see him in the morning when the sun is rising. Amen and back again; riding the spiral into the luminous reach and out of the darkness from below, we release all our attachments and burdens as we go.
My friends, I do not know what the cause of the unpublished comments is but it bears some resemblance to enemy action. Remember to continue to try to post or otherwise to send your comments to me- firstname.lastname@example.org so I can put them up. Only one person is doing that at the moment. I should mention that The Elf sees them all as they wait in limbo for some action. Ergo, if you just send it in that might clear the decks as well. It helps with the cycling of the process for the writer to hear from the readers. I’d appreciate it. In the last week I have heard from a dozen people that I never heard from before. Okay, enough subjective commentary. It’s possible that one or more atheist news gatherers are engaged in some silent observation (grin)
What a glorious wonder it is to have the living and limitless divine, resident within our being and drawing ever closer with each thought, word and deed that we commit. Sometimes I will step back and study the mystery of the long past that stretches behind us, until it disappears into a kind of blurring fog. I ponder the riddles of Atlantis and Lemuria. There is enough evidence, even with the second hand circumstantial, to indicate that they were in existence but with little record of that fact since some madmen burned the Library at Alexandria. It is reputed that soldiers of Julius Caesar burned it down by accident. This is odd because I remember (or maybe I’m not right in my mind) seeing that a Muslim ruler was responsible and now I can find no evidence of that. Quite strange… of course, I could have imagined what I thought I saw.
According to several historians that I read, there was a great deal of information about Atlantis at the Library of Alexandria and also much information about other ancient cultures. How very different our world would be today if that never happened. A few hundred years before this Hypatia was murdered by a mob. She was one of the greatest women who ever walked on ‘this sweet swinging sphere’. She was a mathematician, an astronomer and a philosopher. She taught at the Neo-Platonic school in Alexandria. She was, allegedly the first female philosopher and also a student of the works of Apollonius, who was one of the most mysterious personages from the long ago and far away. Some have said that he was the man known as Jesus Christ. He was brought up on charges by accusations of a cabal of jealous and envious men. While in the courtroom, the bailiff of those times, was reading the charges off of a scroll when the charges all disappeared from the scroll. He then stood up and said something to the effect that he didn’t have to put up with this bullshit. He then turned into his cloak and disappeared. There is a lot to be gleaned about him here.
We have lost a great deal, being corrupted by the darkness of contemporary materialism; consider Pythagoras, Hippocrates, Galen, Agrippa, Anaximander and so many others. It was said about the period where Socrates was in residence that you could go to any river and find on one bank a man perambulating and weeping about the state of the world. Meanwhile you could go to the other bank and find someone laughing about it (grin).
We have often recommended the book penned by Manly Palmer Hall; “The Secret Teachings of All Ages”. I have possessed it over decades, coming and going and read at length many of the contents of that book but… I have never read the entirety of it. There is so much there but should you possess more diligence and determination than I, should you read it you would be marvelously informed.
Eliphas Levi once said about the Tarot; “A prisoner devoid of books, had he only a Tarot of which he knew how to make use, could in a few years acquire a universal science, and converse with an unequalled doctrine and inexhaustible eloquence”. I have remembered that quote for decades now. It is said that the Tarot was designed at Fez, Morocco in the 13th Century when some number of wise men gathered to discuss what might be done to keep the sacred mysteries unforgotten and concealed from the vicious hands of those who would seek to destroy it. These men knew that a time of great darkness was coming and they argued for a long time as to how to protect the timeless wisdom. It is said that one of them took a stick and began to draw images in the sand and it then occurred to them that they might hide it in pictorial form. They then gave it to the gypsies, who were nomadic and who, given their general inclinations, would use them for divination. Heh heh… slick. There are a great many powerful mysteries hidden in plain sight here and there.
Well… I’ve been all over the map today and I pray that you will forgive me for moments of bad writing and a general state of confusion. Something has happened to me between now and last night and my overall sense of well being is quite prominent in my mind at this time. I will therefore leave you to your own devices. That said… “and away we go.”
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