Saturday, April 7, 2012



     After the Easter blessing, the poet called out, "O you Christian saints who surround me, O you

Bodhisattvas   and holy ones without name, who share the one goal,

to liberate men from their ignorance and bondage, to show the holy path to them."

                "To open the eyes of the blind, and raise the dead, and let the dead speak, so that we may

listen to them and greet, embrace and acknowledge them, so that they may find home, out of their

endless suffering."

                "I ask you only this, whether or not I am worthy to undertake such a task, aid me as you can,

and as you will, for I know you are undying around me, and I know somehow,

 through some great mystery, you are able still to see and offer aid: and that you are willing

 to speak through me, as part of the Voice of the Lord"

                "May you lend to me your holy strength, for I am weak and nothing and empty, unless

you arise and fill me and make the hills echo with the silent symphony

of your words."

                Every time I call out a greeting like this, I feel I must tell you,  the words come

to me and pass through like a a freight train running through a tunnel at night,

following its one single light, bright beyond compare.

                 Now people visit me in my sleep; and people visit me in my sleep

when they are dying. I have encounters with real  people in dreams.

. And perhaps this has always been occurring, but I simply

have not recognized these acres of paradise, without you as my guides.

I know now, however that paradise exists... within us and outside of us. And there is

far, far, far more here than meets the eye.

                 The prevalent energy of the modern age has been doubt. Because if it is ever

seen among us that within is this wild world of voices and spirits and angels

breath, the walls of our prisons would fall down like the walls of Jericho.  The walls

of the modern day are not physical walls, but brick walls inside our spirit and soul, walling

us off from our Self-Belief.

                 Believe me, there is dancing here already, and spirit and joy. Once it is seen,

that saints and Bodhisattvas, and holy men unknown and unsurpassed exist always in the spheres between

life and death, and that when once invited they will visit us and set us also dancing with

the multitudes of angels on the infinite head of a pin.... Once we have this knowledge,

which holy women  and men have always given us ,

what retraction is possible? How can we ever fall back into darkness again? How can

we ever forget?  When we know what we ought to know, because time and again

we have been told....

               "The holy realms exists.  They have always existed these heavens beyond death.

Did you know we can visit them, while we are still alive?"

               There is no longer an absolute necessity to study the words written in ancient

texts, preserved in the sacred sands of Egypt.  Do you not know that the Living One

is now among us, and has returned to us, through the miracle of the sacred sands.

And after 2,000 years, He is with us once again, as He had promised us, and now

there are mysteries beyond compare.

               How can anyone speak these mysteries? Who is worthy? I don't know

and I no longer care.

               Only know this, the doors of the graves are opening, and those ones meant

to live forever are now capable, willing and able: to greet and visit us and do

a dance with us among the spheres.

                For it is come now, the New Time.

                And I need not be plagued by self doubt for what is not yours only,

and what certainly is not only mine.

As an aside:

                  There is so much nasty, greedy and mind-numbing activity going on on the earth these

days, that it's tempting to jump in and say, "These are the last days." There are signs all over

the earth: earthquakes, and pestilence, volcanoes, tsunamis and genocide.And more worrisome

still is the deranged thinking, the suppression of free thought and suppression of eroticism,

repression of dreams, repression psychologically.

                 The problem is,  if we think it's the apocalypse, we can make it the apocalypse;

we can make it  "the last days " by self-fulfilling prophesy.

                  The human mind is very powerful, and what we think or imagine, we can actualize.

                   This is not some New Age pipe dream; we can really do it! And in this case it's

a bad thing, an unfortunate reality. Because we can destroy ourselves quite easily. We

can imagine Armageddon  and we can bring it about. And this would be a colossal waste

of time

                Do we really want to take ten thousand years to get back to where we are now?

                A wise bush shaman once said to me, " We can actualize anything. But the first duty

of a teacher or a leader is to curb the natural suicidal tendencies of his people."    End of aside.

                   Something very powerful seems to be going on these days.

                   If you are having visions or dreams which are too real to be dreams, in which

you seem to encounter real people,  feel free to e-mail me at:


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