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Sunday, June 16, 2013

"THE BEAUTY OF JOB`S DAUGHTERS." HAIL TO GRAIL TRAVELLER JAY Macpherson.......... .................... .......THIS IS A RIGHT, THE FREEDOM OF MENTAL DEVEOPMENT..................FREEDOM OF VISION QUEST.... .... .... STUDY OF BIOCHEMISTRY --- HAPPY FATHER`S DAY!

preliminary NOTES
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   "CURTAIL THE JOY,
              ENCOURAGE THE PURCHASE!"
                           The hidden thinking of political parties
                                         


we are guaranteed  FREEDOM OF RELIGION --- 
                             this implies
                              FREEDOM OF MENTAL DEVELOPMENT
                             which implies FREE SEARCH in personal biochemistry and resulting VISION QUEST

       FREEDOM OF RELIGION = exploring
                  all roads of the Mind.

The Mind is DIVINE
                 SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE
                 necessarily implies
   keeping  politics out of mental development
              mind growth thru science
             HEART-MIND is the CORNERSTONE
              of the CHURCH  
            THE STATE LUSTS TO CONTROL   hates the above thinking.... GOVERNMENT  trained in PUERILE MORALITY
           fools trained in what????
           Corporate ass-kissery
            
NOT TRAINED TO THINK, NOT TRAINED TO SEE
           not trained to JUDGE VISION plants.........

                      How could they judge???
          Those with no competence... How could WE...?
 HOW COULD WE ALLOW THEM THIS CONTROL?

BIGOTED FOOLS say, "Tsk tsk... no! No!  Don`t touch that!
                                  Don`t look there...."
   
Those with no idea what
no idea what the search is for  ---
               GRAIL QUEST      SEARCHING   requires COURAGE...................how can these cowards forbid
 us to leave the village gates....................NO MORE !!!!

  Amend the constitution ---  change oppressions
          where morons rule
IF WE LET MORONS RULE  ---WE`RE THE FOOLS!!!!!
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---- ((((SEE future FEATURES OF THIS BLOG:  (a) scratchpad;  (b)songs that cook; (c) quotes that help;
(d) WILDNESS from beyond the blue))))
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        We all have vast extremes within us. I mean,
VAST!  I`m using the word: VAST.  We are not a little people: all the scope of the Univese  is hatched
in the egg of our brain;  stop being apologetic;
it` all right to  scream out in arrogance: I AM THE KING OF
THE UNIVERSE!
                         ( tho I promised to be quiet about
the king of the universe event - to shut up or be charged
with 11 more felonies.... things like: "PERVERTING THE PURVIEW of a nation...  ha! ha!
(It`s  not  hard to
reach the pinnacle of a bell-tower.... so, silence; I promised
silence in this matter: and silence is what we will get.
                          This is a RANT. If I have to edit this -
it takes all the fun out of it!
                           One of the buddhas, upon his Realization,
his moment of Seeing, that second when the eggshell of his ego burst inwards: and the COSMOS  appeared in his MIND,
he said:  "BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH, I ALONE EXIST!"
                            The Buddha`s comment upon awakening
has a certain mad, wild ring to it.  You know, wherever
the hell the Buddha was, the Buddha was THERE.
                             There have been thousands of Buddhas.
You yourself have been a Buddha; thousands of times -
SEE?
      WHEN i SAY HUMAN BEING IS VAST, I meant vast
like 186,000 light years - vast like a parsec _  vast like
lightning over the moon.
                The birth of poetry is the birth of the vast
within us - the GREAT poets --- the great POETS ---
these are the ones who have stripped and kneeled ---
and put their INDEX FINGER into the waters of the pool,
("a trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field") 
the pool of the COSMIC FLUX... and once your finger
is lost in the flux, the SIMMERING SOUP of MIND WITHIN AND WITHOUT US.... then you have been born to the VAST within us, you have been given the Beginners Badge...
of the ACADEMY of the WILD the first white graduation disc
in the SCHOOL for POETS AND MYSTICS, and having tasted
the vast. having drunk from the waters of His Mouth,
having cooled your forehead in the waters in the Shadow of this Red Rock---- aha!  your initiation has begun:
             THIS IS WHEN it is acceptable to say the words
which are truly arrogant, and the words which are
the humble WORD born of the DAWN OF THE UNIVERSE,
words of the POET:
             And "There is only one poet to speak the words
                     one poet only to speak  Poetry"
             When you taste the Dawn and the utter darkness
of your own Cosmic Awakening, then:  "DO I CONTRADICT
MYSELF?   VERY WELL, I CONTRACDICT MYSELF! I
AM LARGE : I CONTAIN MULTITUDES....."
              This is the kind of thing you will say when you exclaim the DAWN of THE COSMOS in the sunrise of
your own BIRTH and AWAKENING.
              Every day the Universe is born
                     each day a continuous BIRTHING
                      each day a sun RISING WITHIN .  
            

         In those days I was fasting. I was  a very serious young man; and I was fasting for days, and I`d show up after days and nights with no food, and 
very few stimulants - except feeding on the DELIGHTS of my own HYPOTHALAMUS ... I`d show up in Jay MacPherson`s
class....
           and I`d nod to her and she`d nod back at me and for a moment our eyes would meet.... and in that instant I knew
that she had been THERE and she knew exactly where
I had been... WHERE I had Come From just seconds before Her Class ----  her class called the EPIC QUEST and another year   her class, the GOTHIC NOVEL ---  both.
           I took both seminars that she was teaching in those
days of wine and glory.

            What I am getting to here is one of the finest POEMS
written  BY ANY POET IN ANY LANGUAGE:   the poem is,
"The Beauty of Job`s Daughters" by Jay Macpherson.  
"THE BEAUTY OF JOB`S DAUGHTERS"
                       by     JAY MACPHERSON
one of the finest poems written by any person in
any language... and is she a Canadian?   Why, yes, she is...
so you will never hear it from her, how great she is
but you WILL hear it from me.
               I`m the guy who climbs BELLTOWERS. I` m
the guy who rings the bells at the right astrological-stronomical time... I am the guy who has
A GREGORIAN CHANT ALWAYS SINGING within him 
when I am going to  my death....
            So I will will shout it out JAY MACPHERSON`S
GREATNESS from the rooftops of the white stoned cathedral
in North Bay, and from the rooftops of the Quad at Trinity
College and from the Belltower at the core of Trent University.. and from the roof of the cathedral at  Dresden, when I slept on the roof of the tower next door:   all hail, I AM THE KING OF THE UNIVERSE and I am the snail under your boot heels; it is my song you will hear this morning...
written by my sister in the chambers of God:::
"THE BEAUTY OF
        JOB`S DAUGHTERS"
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"THE OLD, THE MAD, THE BLIND HAVE FAIREST DAUGHTERS......"
************The man on the vision quest  (the person on the quest....)is given by our Maker to SEE according
 to what he loses, not what he gains.*******************
In fact the `game  of the vision quest is the absolute inversion
      of the game of the consumer society = "The guy who dies with the most toys wins"... ... ok ,   that`s sandbox morality in the consumer society that`s a baby game, 
and we all know it....
         The HIGH GAME on the high and low roads is the game
of the vision quest.  Job is the symbol of the man on the Vision Quest...
        The Morality of God, the equation we live as
we are born into our true selves, the EQUATION OF GOD
IS:::the more we give away is the more we have....the more we give away the more we have
all that is flesh and blood is snatched away from
us as   part of a CHESS  GAME between God and Satan.... a morning`s amusement --- they are making a bet, rolling dice
on Job.
       Job, a loyal man, upright in the sight of the Lord
loses everything he has ever had.... his livestock, his horses
his carts, his silver and gold,  his wife and his daughters.
They all are snatched away by God and Satan to test Job`s faith
             JOB SUFFERS-- as he loses all things that
relate to his earthly body.... everything is taken away...
as we go thru the spiritual exercise of death, WE ARE
JOB.... are we as faithful as Job? or do
we curse God as all we have and love -   as all things
are taken from us in "the multi-coloured slaughter
of the autumn of our lives"?
THE OLD, THE MAD,  THE BLIND HAVE FAIREST DAUGHTERS----
The beasts sent by SATAN shake the house of our body, shake our ribs and the stone whereupon we stand....
all is lost the foundation stone,  it turns to sand.... the house of our ribs is lifted and shaken.... Job`s not there...(where` Job is = "Attained in age to inwardness of daughters"
          Ìn all the land no women found so fair.")

          As we age and continue our quest, our walking tour
towards death and past it in the holy Grail of the way...
as we walk, the nature of the world does not
change,  the nature of our VISION changes.... what once
we saw as stumps, the stones the hawks, the cliffs -  they now are daughters..... Job`s vision .... Job stands in for all of us....
from outward to inward.... with each
20,000 league journey, we see more inwardly
  ATTAINED IN AGE TO INWARDNESS OF DAUGHTERS
      
WIDE SHINING ROOMS MORE WARMLY LIT AT EVENING

Job now walks with the angels, the Sons of God --- why?
his vision has become unattached to the possessions, and the multitude of cares these possessions cause us day to day

THE OLD, THE BLIND, THE MAD HAVE FAIREST DAUGHTERS
               what do the old, blind and mad -- have in common?  They have lost everything - but in losing all, what have they
gained?
            This is the Beauty of JOBS Daughters... what you lose willingly in your pursuit of the WAY, what you lose in your faithfulness to God, in your trust in the quest to see God,
to walk with God in the evening... Gardens beyond where
secrets scent the air"
"GARDENS IN THE ROCKS, MUSIC AT EVENING
 and cups so full that all who come must share"

            I can place an explanation upon this poem,
but the explanation would never be the poem  --- the explanation is far from the poem; it`s just a quick
initial kick of the can in the gardens in the rock"
the gardens beyond WHERE SECRETS SCENT THE AIR...

in the thickets where voices of children can be heard
       the garden in the rock, where secrets  scents the air 

                       HAIL TO JAY MACPHERSON,
                         A GRAIL TRAVELLER
                          WITH THE COURAGE TO GO BEYOND
                             BEYOND THE VILLAGE GATES.
Love and cheers to you Jay.      
All the best,  from Bill Milne

And to all of us, women and men who are on a vision quest,
I hail and honour you... blessings to us all upon the way.
And to all the men among us,happiness - Happy Father`s Day!

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