Month: August 2017

NEVER SHALL HE BE LOST TO ME AGAIN©

Those most familiar with the Institute website understand that we teach the Way of the Gallant Heart for attaining to full enlightenment.  For first one must purify his or her heart of egoism, greed, aversion and ignorance so to create space for the Higher Love and Higher Wisdom.  Love before Wisdom straightens the Path, Wisdom before Love gets one nowhere.

We find that love poetry is a simple way to open hearts to the Higher Love and Acceptance.  As my soulmate and I share a common heart, I can write love poems from her heart as to how she feels about her Poet true.  Even from 1500 years ago.

NEVER SHALL HE BE LOST TO ME AGAIN©

To be as one with my Poet,
as it once was, so long ago,
or to remain separate,
as two, foolish ones…
is the question?

This is the question I ponder,
for we have just only met.

Life without my Poet is not really life,
for I gave happily and completely
my body and soul to my Poet
1500 years ago.
And to me he gave his all,
even Valhalla he sacrificed
so to be with me.

I cannot be without my true love?

So I must act
and take my Poet-Warrior for myself.
I want not to hurt even one curly hair
on his celestially-radiant head.
Oh, my Poet, I do not want to
disappoint you ever again,
to bring pain into your heart
for you are as much me
as I am you.

So fly off fear and doubt,
fly off with your lies and untruths,
I will listen no more,
for I will take my Poet
into my arms and into my bed
when he returns to me,
as I did in our Viking days of old.

I will bear him children
and tend to his needs,
earthly and heavenly, they be,
for without my Poet,
I remain, a Poetess incomplete,
alone upon this earth–
I will tell my dear love
that his Freyja remembers
and will fear nor question no more.

Come to me,
darling of my heart eternal,
please me as you did so well,
warming me through and through
as on cold, winter nights past.
Give me children with curly hair
and blue-green eyes to fill my
heart and bring you delight.

Of sweet Poet of mine,
I yearn for your love,
your touch upon my silken skin,
your playfulness and humor
in times of pain and unpleasantness,
your hungry lips upon my lips,
to have you inside of me once more,
each thrust… hard or gentle,
each movement of your hips
in unison with mine,
whispering to me “Poetess, I am yours alone.”

Because of my love for you,
True Heart, I will be brave.
For I know if not now,
one day you will come for me again,
and we will remain as one forever more.

The Purpose Journey (Lesson 9)

 

In a ‘wink of an eye of newt,’ our travelers found themselves standing in a grassy meadow surrounded by a dense forest of brown trunks and green leaves. It was a pleasant late spring day and Sun was high in the sky above. The Looking Glass clothes were gone and everyone was dressed in black robes typical of early Christian monks and nuns. Everyone except, Rav who was in chain mail and a white tunic emblazoned with a gold cross and unfolding red rose at the center of the arms. Chatelaine broke the silence asking, “Rav, where are we now?”

Based upon the current dress code and this forest setting, “I venture that we are about a league away from Arthur’s Camelot and not very far from Merlin’s crystal cave. In fact, if you look towards the hill to my right, you will catch the sunlight reflecting off of the entrance stone to Merlin’s cave. So gather up your skirts, off we go to visit the old wizard. It will be fun.”

The band of monks and nuns arrived at Merlin’s cave entrance after walking for thirty-three minutes. Everyone found themselves filled with enthusiasm and curiosity as Rav had not said even a single word to them during their invigorating constitutional. The travelers found themselves standing before a granite stone filled with golden-pink feldspar veins. Nothing seemed out of normal where they stood. Celeste noted what the travelers were thinking, “Rav, I don’t see anything particularly special about the ground we are standing upon. I do not see anything suggesting a crystal cave.”

“My dear, why would you expect that Merlin would advertise his presence to the world? It is well known that he had sent a few years teaching and training his Beloved Vivian in the fullness of his magick before he officially retired from active politics with the death of Arthur and the return of the sword Excalibur. If we want to gain entrance, all I need do is knock on the stone seven times with the hilt of my sword. So here goes.” Rav, tapping upon a dark spot present on the face of the stone seven times and lo and behold, the stone rolls to Rav’s left side displaying a well-lit entrance hall.

Along the sides of the hall stood stalactites and stalagmites which seemed to be the source of light. A voice was heard from the back of the cave, “Have some patience, have some patience. I am walking as fast as I can. I am not the young wizard I once was, you know.” Shortly, Merlin appeared in the entrance way.

The first thing noticed by the travelers was a soft shimmer of light within his eyes. A fluffy white-haired beard covered his chest and he was dressed in simple purple robe covered in constellations. His hands showed that he was someone who used hand tools, perhaps outside in a garden. He carried a wooden staff with all sorts of runes and mystical creatures carved upon its circumference.

As he neared the entrance, Merlin exclaimed, “Is that you? It is you. I thought you were lost for sure after you and that pesky dragon, Eater of Virgins, fell down into the pit to hell. If I remember correctly, the dragon slipped off the bridge and grabbed your shield arm. What ever happened, Sir Tristan?”

Rav bowed slightly to Merlin saying, “Well, my memory is a little sketchy as to details. What I remember is falling for a very long time with Eater of Virgins. Not much either of us could do except fall and talk. Eventually, Pilathorn, the dragon’s real name, and I started chatting about his life and the fact that his mother had abandoned him when very young, causing him to develop a desire to eat virgins so they will not make babies to abandon. By the time we reached the bottom, he had changed his mind about eating virgins and would open a nice farm next to a volcano so to raise abandoned dragons. After we hit the bottom, we found an exit back to the outside and parted company amicably. Proves the importance of a heartfelt chat.”

Merlin stroked his beard, “I see. A good resolution for all. So to what do I owe this visit, my son?”

Rav told Merlin of our travel tale to date and what we had learned. I think we arrived near Camelot so to answer a subject broached by Chatelaine as to the existence of Undines and other mythical creatures. Are they inhabitants of the physical world or simply figments of the dreamworld? Can living persons be possessed by creatures from the dreamtime?”

“Interesting question, my boy. Follow me to the library and all of us can sit down for a chat.” And with that Merlin turned around and headed further into the crystal cave. After a minute or two, the party found itself in a good sized room lined with bookshelves filled with old scrolls and clay tablets. “Everyone find a chair and I shall answer Chatelaine’s question. Which one is Chatelaine. Merlin glanced at her, “Jolly good, jolly good.”

“So allow me to officially introduce myself. I am the retired wizard of Camelot, Merlin Dinas Emrys. I am Roman by birth and cousin to Ambrosius Aurelianus of Wales who defeated the Saxon invaders. Let us share refreshments together.” He lifted his arms, said a short sentence in a language no one understood. And before each of Merlin’s guests appeared golden goblets full of honey mead and some very nice cold cuts and pickled vegetables.

“Chow down, my friends.” ‘Chow down.’ Everyone missed the temporally displaced language and Merlin and Rav just smiled at each other.

Eulogy For A Friend

People tend to forget that EVERY moment of life is PRECIOUS, regardless of the hedonic tone or personal preference.  Moments are precious, as gifts of the heart and the mind are contained within the complexity of the event.

I wrote the poem below to honor a very good Dutch friend of mine who transitioned secondary to a Ewing’s Sarcoma which he likely carried from childhood. Rob was a good friend and had a nice word for most everyone.

I spent many weeks in Holland during the course of his treatment and even began looking into new ways to eradicate cancers cells.  I am quite sure, I succeeded.

So in this moment of real lose, his last days were the stimulus to find better treatments for sarcomas and how to prevent recurrence.  Rob knew about this research and he understood that because of his illness, I redirected my research efforts so others may not suffer as he did.

The take home lesson?  Find something great in every moment and look from one to the many.  I miss my friend, but for me is he still thinking up jokes for us to play on our other friends.

Friday, 17 August, 2012

SAIL WELL, DEAREST FRIEND

Sail thee well, dear and wondrous friend,
for today, with saddened hearts and most caring souls,
we lay your body, most royally in your dragon ship,
to rest in peace upon your great cloak of wool,
steel sword in hand and heraldry shield upon your breast.

A zephyr, strong and fair, is rippling the skin of the Waddenzee,
water crests breaking into droplets,
suspended for a time in airy embrace,
wind blowing northward towards the Cloud-hidden Isles
of Arthur’s Avalon and the Great Norse Tree,
resting place for all mighty heroes, now and of old.

We have set your sail so to fill with wind,
and tied your rudder so to sail Northward true,
and placed upon your vessel’s dragon-headed prow,
a great lantern, with flame burning brightly
upon a wick fueled with the oil of love,
to light the seaways and banish devils all.

Today, you sail from one set of friends to join again with others,
give them our best wishes and greetings,
for all are remembered still.

Sweet friend, free at last of earthly bounds and burdens,
we shall miss your happy smile and cheery words,
our tears of sadness will flow for quite some time,
but, please remind us in such moments,
that one day we all shall be together, once again.

As for myself, dear friend, our friendship remains alive,
for in my dreams, beyond these worldly atoms and geography,
we still shall speak and share a good joke or two.

Watch over all of us, dear friend, until we meet once again.

Sail thee well, dear and wondrous friend.

 

Whispers of the Desert Wind

For the record, I disagree, as to humanism being able to assure a just society.  All of us are too soaked in egoism and greed to be impartial, fair, and merciful.  Rather, most people can access, if they so choose, something called True Conscience which is a nonphysical energy comprised of Compassion and Wisdom.  I have spoken of this as the “Noble Organ” and it is to this mankind needs to attend so to create a proper social environment.  R+C would call the Noble Organ, I think, “God of my heart and God of my realization.”

If we, fraters and sorors, spent more time in our hearts, contacting the Noble Organ,  we would find that we can dispense with cognitive strife.  Sadly, our mundane natures are fueled by egoism and so we choose strife most every time.

M

 

Poems of the Gallant Heart-1

LOVE IS DIRECTIONAL

Love is a wondrous, bubbly river flowing, but, in one direction, as clear water over a dam.

Love is a packet of holy sunbeams acting upon the soul of the receiver, so to keep it warm and protected.

Love accepted must be utilized or discarded, it cannot be stored as gems in a treasure chest.

Love cannot be absorbed and returned to another–it is not a currency of the realm.

Love cannot be traded or bartered, it is not a camel or a gay carpet.

Rather, the loved one, if she chooses, may pray fully, for her heart to become as burning fire, fed by unconditioned Love streaming from the Holy Sun of the Divine.

Love radiating from two-now-connected hearts births into existence a true Miracle, a Divine Miracle, a Miracle manifesting a heart space for God to intervene in the pains of all of mankind.

Love is the only Miracle!

Are You A Foolish One?

One day a grand Caliph came to my small abode near a beautiful oasis.  He had traveled for many months.  I showed him a clear water pond to wash off the desert girt.  After he was rested, my djinn brought him food and beverage.  After his Highness was refreshed, I brought a pot of fresh coffee, two gold cups and some dates. We chatted for a moment and then I asked, “Why have you come to visit a humble man?”

The Caliph replied, “You are reputed to be the wisest and most practical imam in all of the lands.  I beg you, tell me if Allah is the One True God?”

I smiled and said, “There is ONLY ONE TRUE GOD.  Go home, and worship as you have been taught.”

One day a grand Cardinal of the Roman Church came to my small abode near a beautiful oasis.  He had traveled for many months.  I showed him a clear water pond to wash off the desert girt.  After he was rested, my djinn brought him food and beverage.  After his Highness was refreshed, I brought a pot of fresh coffee, two gold cups and some dates. We chatted for a moment and then I asked, “Why have you come to visit a humble man?”

The Cardinal replied, “In my country, you are reputed to be the wisest and most practical monk and close to our Lord. I beg you, tell me if Our Father is the One True God?”

I smiled and said, “There is ONLY ONE TRUE GOD.  Go home, and worship as you have been taught.”

One day an ancient Kabbalist came to my small abode near a beautiful oasis.  He had traveled for many months.  I showed him a clear water pond to wash off the desert girt.  After he was rested, my djinn brought him food and beverage.  After his Highness was refreshed, I brought a pot of fresh coffee, two gold cups and some dates. We chatted for a moment and then I asked, “Why have you come to visit a humble man?”

The Kabbalist replied, “You are reputed to be the wisest and most practical Kabbalist in all of the lands.  I beg you, tell me if Creator is the One True God?”

I smiled and said, “There is ONLY ONE TRUE GOD.  Go home, and worship as you have been taught.”

Several months later, the djinn asked me, “Holy Father, why did you lie to each of your visitors telling them that their God was the correct God?”

I replied, “My dear friend, I did not lie or mislead any of the three.  Did I not say to return home and worship the One True God?  I was not more specific for I realized that each only wanted his personal God, and not the True God.  They may not find God, but God will find them if they practice long enough so to discover, ‘that it is the fragrance of the rose which is most pleasant and not the color or name.  Come, let us have some coffee.”

And with that my friend and I disappeared for I meant coffee in Paris.

Such a Simple Concept, So Rarely Followed

No one without a heart ever attains to pure enlightenment.  Learn to love another for the sake of the other and the Teachings may bear fruit for you.  

There is a very ancient saying from an Egyptian mystery school,

“Father Temu and Mother Nun care nothing for you, until you learn to care for your neighbor.  They do not count you among the stars until your egoism is less than a grain of desert sand. When you reach their palace, you shall be welcomed and addressed as dear child.”