{"id":128227,"date":"2016-01-28T07:20:52","date_gmt":"2016-01-28T07:20:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=128227"},"modified":"2016-02-01T08:51:19","modified_gmt":"2016-02-01T08:51:19","slug":"waking-sleeping-beauty-and-uncovering-the-light","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=128227","title":{"rendered":"Waking Sleeping Beauty and Uncovering the Light"},"content":{"rendered":"

Visible Origami — Jan 27, 2016<\/a><\/h1>\n
Dog Poet Transmitting…….<\/h5>\n
There is a profound beauty in the greatest commandment; \u201cthou shalt love the lord thy god with all thy heart, with all thy soul and with all thy mind.\u201d I might have the sequence wrong but I’m thinking that’s not important. This is how I understand it. We are mirrors, catching reflections. If you have ever seen the Macroprosopus<\/a><\/span> (before anyone says anything, this is much older than when the Israelis hijacked it) it will be quite clear what is being said by the image. I shouldn’t even have to elucidate. Most of you will get it right off. What is the best way to achieve communication with the ineffable? You mirror the ineffable with your heart, mind and soul, a sort of ‘right back at you’ thing.<\/h5>\n
How do you mirror what you cannot see? Hmmm. Love projects and Love reflects. All Love is borrowed from the ineffable so, with the use of The Creative Imagination. Add it to itself= the third trump, The Empress and you get trump 6, The Lovers. Interestingly, I did not know this before it happened. I saw number three and I thought, yeah… that works. So you got mirroring again. I love it when something like that happens. It’s just more proof of what has been proven to me more times than I can remember. I love that line; ‘more times than I can remember’ and when it sneaks up on me like it just did, that is wonderful.<\/h5>\n
When you love the lord thy god with all your heart, with all your soul and with all your mind, the ineffable reflects it right back at you and that is the point. It’s not some dictatorial command of do it or else. It is a secret hiding in plain sight. It is a statement of certitude, determination and faith, demonstrated in a phrase which, when followed, leads you to a paradise of magical, mystical wonder, unfolding into wonder. It should be plain as day and as much as we could manage here, with our limitations being what they are. Isn’t that a beautiful thing? All you have to do is follow it. Sure, you might be inconsistent at first but the fantastic thing about Love is that it is intoxicating and addictive; cue Robert Palmer.<\/h5>\n
Love makes everything easier. We know this. When you love something or someone, there is no effort involved. It is a joy to perform. If it is about learning to do something you love, you can’t stop doing it. You love doing it. There are exceptions to this, for instance, sometimes you are not allowed to do something you love; like me and playing guitar. The ineffable prefers (at this time) that I dedicate my energies into other mediums, or so it seems.<\/h5>\n
Is there anything we seek more desperately or long for more than to be in love? Look at the timeless poetry. Look at the main subject in most songs; except these days when it is all about animal domination of your significant under, preferably from behind so that she, or he (in some cases) knows their place. I don’t like being crude but the focus of 99% of rap, which is not music, is all some variation of ‘let me drag you into Hell and degrade you every step of the way there.\u201d Kind of like the irony of Jackson Pollock and his girlfriend on that fatal, drunken night.<\/h5>\n
However, it should matter not at all what the world does. That has nothing to do with what you do. If the world is hopping up and down like someone who absolutely has to take a leak and can’t get into the bathroom because a couple of people are snorting coke, or each other, that shouldn’t concern your personal quest for union with your true lover, no matter what form he or she comes in, so long as you recognize that seeing the eyes of the almighty in your lover’s eyes; in everyone’s eyes is best but there is a learning curve (grin)<\/h5>\n
Yes, I know I am being very matter of fact, casual and even pedestrian with that which deserves the sweetest and most heart piercing poetry. I’m trying to get there but for some reason we have to take this route, until we get to that big intersection up ahead and I think there is a sign there that says, ‘For heart piercing poetry, go right at intersection.’ We’ll get there when we get there. Look around you at the longing in everyone’s eyes. Look at them as the scramble to avoid love, as they calculate who and what might fit that description. Are they beautiful and supposedly out of your league? More importantly are they beautiful inside? Can you open them up to reveal the beauty they have concealed until that very moment? You find, if you care enough, that love makes a person beautiful. Love makes them radiant under the force of your love. It awakens Sleeping Beauty. It uncovers the light which is hidden behind the darkness of appearances. It blooms. It turns the mystery of the bud into the flower that springs forth and is an expression of the love concealed in Nature and which happens millions of times every day. It shimmers on the wings of the hummingbird, as glimpses of light flash from between the wings that move too fast to see. It is everywhere around us but… all we see is the murky desire that masquerades as love in times of material darkness.<\/h5>\n
Base physical desire is like fast food. You’re hungry again half a hour later. It doesn’t satisfy. It doesn’t nourish. It looked good to begin with but it never flowers. It is a weed. There is no love that is not a reflection of the divine in the eyes of the beloved, who is rendered beautiful under the force of the eyes that can see love and draw it forth into that mystical radiance that is our uncovered self revealed and… only love can awaken love. Before our world divides, as it crosses from childhood into the awareness that we are no longer complete, as we were before this happened and we left the 6 of cups and soon enough wind up in that cyclic repetition of the 9 of swords. Somehow our hearts got broken and we became cynical. We confused that with being suave and cool and calculating. This time we won’t have our hearts broken. It will happen to the other side of the equation..<\/h5>\n
What a terrible dilemma we have constructed for ourselves. We lost the capacity to be vulnerable and love will not appear in any heart that has lost its vulnerability. One’s heart must be open and exposed, else-wise there is no tenderness. Lord Krishna does not appear. Something else now walks between Krishna and Radha. There are brief glimpses of her that appear and disappear. Some kind of a shadow walks ahead of you. You no longer see Radha. You see the distorted image that has been warped into the clown princess of a materialized dust cloud. You are seeing a cartoon. Well over 30,000,000 people have friended, or liked, or whatever the measurement is now, Kim Kardashian. That is one out of every ten people in America. The chipmunks are break dancing on the fallen logs. Kanye West has gone South, frothing and foaming at the mouth. This kind of flatulence is supposed to come from the other end. This is some kind of strange feat of ventriloquism. Demons have their hands up into the hole in his back and the Snoop Dog and Little Wayne and all the rest of them are celebrated as genius because the Satanists who run the industry demand that it be so because it has torn their love broken and bleeding from the devastated hearts of all those people who lost the most precious thing in life and can’t now remember what it was.<\/h5>\n
The world has turned into a looping Tinder hookup but… we are not looping, except in a cycling helix of eternal and ever renewing Love, because that is the objective of our vulnerable and tender hearts that are unafraid to be broken. The heart weeps tears of joy for its wounded and yet miraculously healed state of endless repair and rises over and over again, soaring under the magic of the ineffable’s wings of joy. Father forgive them for they know not who they are. Self inquiry has given way to the confetti of glitter that somehow has woven itself into the tapestry of smeared and drooling eye shadow. It hangs in the air like strange perfumes, whose globules are suspended in the air and land on your tongue when you pass by, who are like the poisonous sweat that interacts with all those deodorants that are more than necessary because of the bad diets and bad thoughts that are the offspring of square dancing zombies in the hijacked and compromised minds of all those significant unders. Baron Samadhi is calling out, \u201caleman right and aleman left, just keep that dance going till you run out of breath. \u201cIs it over already? What happened? What do you mean, ‘I’m dead? I just got here.\u201d<\/h5>\n
Love is a clean sharp sword to the heart and it cuts to the deep, silent center and only god knows cause only god goes and we are the path that he’s making.<\/h5>\n
I can think of nothing so marvelous as love. The variations blind me with its never ending kaleidoscope of beautiful changes. Love changes into love and then changes back into love. It is so achingly familiar. It is never the same and it is always the same. No matter how high and deep you go, there is always more, higher and deeper, endlessly. It is beyond description and definition but we try anyway. We reach for the words but the words escape us. They fall through the net down into the depths and are buried in the sand. We all try but love is something different in everyone we meet, It accommodates itself to the needs and demands of everyone who pursues it. It goes from a rutting fever to the passion of the saints. It is love and it is not love. It is counterfeited and passed off as the real thing. Only the discerning heart can tell the difference. If the heart is wise it will recognize it. If the heart is foolish it will take whatever satisfies the needs of the moment and that is where the larger percentage of transitory affections now finds itself, or doesn’t find itself at all, come think of it.<\/h5>\n
Love is more beautiful, more sustaining, more life giving than any other force. It can make you immortal, if you impress it, because love is conscious. Love has so many chambers, avenues, secret passages, entire hidden kingdoms that are reminiscent of Coleridge, \u201cwhere Alph the sacred river ran, through caverns measureless to man, down to a sunless sea.\u201d Is that the heart of darkness or is that a deep and bottomless reservoir that is made luminous by a single heart that recognizes what it has found.<\/h5>\n
The power of love is the power of god. As has been said in many times and places, \u201cGod is love.\u201d Love is God, fathomless, endless… gate gate paragate, some gate some don’t gate. Once you have found love you need nothing else. Everything else will come eagerly and willingly to the one who has love. Love is the major attractor of all good things and the most dynamic and powerful truth concerning this is that it will attract the ineffable. The ineffable will see it because the ineffable lives in the place where love is not only discovered but stored and expressed as well.<\/h5>\n
REAL LOVE<\/h5>\n
Love opens things
\nSo love would hurt as much as heal<\/h5>\n
It would hurt first<\/h5>\n
Real love-
\nIt would confuse, disarm, weaken and destroy
\nEverything in its way
\nEverything that was, in fact,
\nA part of you
\nThat would conceal
\nReal love<\/h5>\n
Real love lasts forever
\nWe do not last as long
\nuntil we become
\nreal love<\/h5>\n
Real love has come to town
\nSix gunqs blazing in a town full of lies
\nNow is the showdown
\nThe duel in the street
\nReal love is the only one left standing<\/h5>\n
Real love rides alone
\nSquints out of one good eye
\nNails the coffin shut
\nNothing got out alive
\nBut real love<\/h5>\n
Real love is going to make you cry
\nMake it worse before it gets better
\nTear you up inside<\/h5>\n
Real love-
\nWho would want such a thing?
\nIt takes the atmosphere away
\nBreaks all your toys
\nBurns down your house
\nAnd steals your car
\nBut you\u2019re not going very far
\nAnyway<\/h5>\n
Real love has got its hands on you
\nBurns from the inside out
\nThere is nothing left<\/h5>\n
Nothing but wide prairie
\nAnd huge commanding stars<\/h5>\n
You\u2019ve never been so alone
\nYou\u2019ve never been so complete<\/h5>\n
Outside this golden ring
\nThe cities burn forever
\nAnd you can never fall asleep
\nAgain\u2026<\/h5>\n
real love…
\n\u2026………………………………………………………………………………………………<\/h5>\n
In Search of Rest<\/h5>\n
the image of love in
\nthe mirror
\nturns…
\ninto a whirlpool of desire
\nwe cannot maintain our balance
\nand so we fall
\nwas it love?
\nwe are the fuel
\nand when we are gone
\nthere is no flame
\ni became brilliant beneath the light of your love
\ni was alive
\nand only then was i alive
\nwoven into tapestries of color and sound
\nwhere have you gone?
\ni look for you in every face
\nbut i do not fall in love
\ni remain apart
\none wing in an empty sky
\nsomewhere inside
\na woman moves
\nand at night she often dances
\nin perfect breath with me
\nthis is the woman with whom i am truly close
\nthis is the only woman
\nmother of God
\nsound and fury
\nsilence absolute
\nbeautiful beyond description
\nterrifying in full approach
\nthe mind dissolves
\n“be still my child
\nno harm will come to you
\nstrong men i bring them down
\nand suck them dry
\nbut my child may dwell in safety”
\ni looked too hard and too long
\ni found her and now i cannot return
\nthere is no dream of life that can be believed
\nthere is only the vastness of space
\nthe appearance of time
\nand the differing weight…
\nsometimes heavy
\nlike the sorrow of a long past
\nsometimes light as an angels hand upon your shoulder
\nsteering a course through the stormy heavens
\nand planetary wars fought in human form
\nuntil the last day
\nshe is everywhere
\nin unseen miniature multiplied
\nin the air
\nthe earth
\nthe dancing flesh
\nshe takes me in my sleep
\nflying up the long corridor to my bright home
\nwhy is it difficult to leave the fields of play?
\nhere among the doomed flowers
\nthe gravity of bones
\nthe brief exhalation of life
\nyoung girls press the pulse
\nand draw the essence forth
\ninto the raging holocaust
\nof passion rampant
\non a field of blood
\n“i will protect you my child
\ni will wash the worlds of form from your heart
\ni will remove the sword above your head
\ni will teach you to dance
\nbut you will dance for me alone”
\nit is the greatest heartbreak
\nthe destruction of the false self
\ndreamed by the self
\nand revealed to the self
\nat separations end
\nthe terror of mortal pain
\nthe agony of life\u2019s constant march
\nunending loss of everything
\nunending loss of everything
\nit hurts to be free
\nfreedom is too much to bear
\ntoo difficult to accept
\nthe luminous door appears
\nand the mind cries out for darkness
\nit slithers under floorboards and rocks
\nto hide from immortality
\n“i will protect you my child
\ni will hold you as yourself
\nwe are woven as one
\neternity and time
\nforget
\nforget
\nforget
\nin a world where everything but truth dies
\nbut which few see
\nin a world that begins and ends forever
\nthat is the playground
\nfor a mind magnetized by dust
\nin a world were everything is broken
\nno heart is safe
\nin a world of mostly water
\nfor it is a world of mostly tears
\nin a world where love is crucified
\nno lie is safe
\nin a world of contrasts
\nand desperate flights
\nand measureless descent
\nwhere everything is written on
\nor built out of sand
\nthat flows to the bottom of an all forgiving sea
\nin a world of waiting
\nand hoping
\nwhere every dream comes true
\neventually
\nand then loses its meaning and disappears
\nin a world of rumors
\nand dying swans who mate for life
\nwe move to and fro
\nin search of rest
\nimpelled by need
\nin search of rest
\ntormented by flies and furies
\nin search of rest
\nburning in the long night
\nin search of rest
\nin search of rest
\nin search of rest
\n“i will protect you my child
\ni have built a garden of delight
\nit hangs iridescent in the air
\nit gleams in a drop of water
\nit spins in the living breath”
\na love serene
\nthe emptiness of mind
\nthe holding of one
\nthe mirror of light
\nthe bloom of begotten worlds
\nsent forth
\nin search of rest
\nin search of rest
\nin search of rest…
\nEnd Transmission…….<\/h5>\n
Sunday’s radio broadcast is hovering in the saucer pod at this location<\/span>.<\/a><\/h5>\n

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