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Sunday, December 20, 2015

HELLS AND HEAVEN ON EARTH - THE MIRRORED BRIDAL CHAMBER

HELLS AND HEAVEN ON EARTH,

THE MIRRORED BRIDAL CHAMBER

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A whole new horizon for my life now, must learn how to pace

myself in a new way - exercise, eat spinach & the other

"super foods"...

I don't know how to adjust. But I feel

good, better than I have in a long while. Now I'm not

DOOMED as I thought I was.

I have no coronary artery blockages.... but I

suffer from coronary spasm. This is a much better situation

than I thought was the case.

New pills, nitro glycerine patch... a new horizon.

And a different mind set. A growing sense of possibilities.

Oh, what a relief it is!

 
THIS is the first writing I've felt like doing in several
months. I just didn't have that zing, that effervescence...

I didn't have the joy in life ... As I say, I felt I was DOOMED. I was going to croak at the same age my father had died. It was
genetic, my heart was going to explode at any time.

It wasn't much fun, and I wasn't much fun thinking that way.

Now after spending several days in the reality

of a heart and lung clinic: heart failure = fluid in your lungs. You die by drowning in your own lungs. It's
a hellish way to go. I don't recommend it.

I was with people who were facing the same

uncertain diagnosis. I watched each of them walk

into the operating room; then I watched as they

were wheeled out flat on their backs on the stretcher. They were told not to even raise their head, or they might burst
their cut arteries open and spray the walls.

Eight people went to the operating chamber

walking and they returned on stretchers.

Finally, hours later, the doctors came for me. The good news?

I have no arerial blockages. My diagnosis is

coronary spasm - which is no joke either. But

I have some days ahead now to finish some of the manuscripts I started: there are eight of them.

And also I have some time, if the bombs don't fall and the rivers don't rise, I have time to publish the four or
five manuscripts that are finished.

    HALLELUJAH!!!! Praises be to the Lord of Hosts who thunders and ignites the clouds, praise be
to the Lord of the Meeting Rivers, O praise the Lord of Abraham and Jacob, the Lord of Israel and Albion. You lift us up in your wings!

      You allow us to create and see and meditate

until we are reflections of you in the mirror

of our soul.

          The Gnostics (earliest Christians) called this
mirror the chaste Bridal Chamber, sacred place, in which a baptism of light occurs, clean, chaste and  holy place where a man is wed to his God.

These people I saw - so courageous and silent

in their suffering. I saw the reality of the spirit

of our  people there, and I am so proud of

them.

        I give thanks to the light that dawns each

morning, a reminder of the Light which

may fill us all, so that we all may be blessed.

I give thanks, also, for the kind people who

prayed for me.



          People want to avoid me when I write

"spritual" passages like the above paragraphs.

But it's a writer's job to tell the truth, however

unpleasant that truth may sometimes be.

         There are ugly holes of utter lust, places

where only desire and greed exist, places

without an iota of trust. There are hells on

earth. Most people know what I'm

talking about when I say this.


ARE THERE POWERS THAT CONSPIRE AGAINST  HUMAN AWARENESS?

       But when I talk about the fact that we can travel in our minds, that we have vast resources of trust, telepathy
and E.S.P. within us, places that we can journey to through 
focus in our imagination: then people get sceptical about
what I'm saying.

The truth of the matter is we are being trained by a mechanistic society to disregard the power of our inner imagination, to disbelieve the infinite resources
of our very own minds. We are being fed
persuasive propaganda. And we believe this errant elephant shit!

          After baptism by fire and light in a chaste and holy place, the magic occurs and mind becomes Mind.

The mind of the egoistic individual becomes the
Mind of the cosmic "I AM." God becomes man in the
chaste mirrored chamber. This is another
wedding, one we don't usually discuss, one we are led to believe doesn't exist - a redemptive feast and  a refuge, a place we are told that we cannot access.

But we can travel many places with the
use of the inner Mind - what you are able to imagine,
you can achieve - with the help of all the spirits
of the earth and skies.


                                                (C)2015 by William G. Milne

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