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Friday, February 24, 2017



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YEAH, big crowd, great band.... the air was full of spirit and power! So new verses just flowed thru my mouth... Thank you all --- for your insight, love and support. (see the William Milne channel on YOU TUBE) Or check out VIDEOS on WALKER BALLANTINE site on FACEBOOK. oVER TWENTY of my songs are posted now.. and more are coming...
Once we open our arms wide to the sky, MAGIC HAPPENS!!
I did none of this on my own... It takes a village to make a song. It takes a village to transport joy!


Peter Rowland on lead guitar
Wm Milne on vocals and rhythm guitar. It's hard to believe this full sound comes from a duo...
Great song, fine sound...
(C)2017 by W.G.Milne All rights reserved.


A heartfelt song of yearning and passion... Blues in E minor - "WHO WILL BE MY LOVE?"



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We were playing this song somewhere well east of here. There was a group from Nova Scotia. They were clapping and enjoying the music. Then I played this song which is: “ROSEMARY.” A woman came out of the audience and stood beside me during our break. She…


This is an amazing story... about one well-paid editor who makes an incursion into the North West Territories... in order to edit the Mad Poet of Rat River... hilarity ensues.


I like this one... one of Bob's best.


I did this all myself in a small studio in a garden shed. Song's about passionate love in a pink room.
(C)2016 by W.G. Milne of JOHNNY ROCK


One of my songs out of the PUNK era


Here are a few sayings from the Gospel of Thomas.




HOPE YOU LIKE THIS POEM...
because I do.


WAKING IN ALEXANDRIA
Waking in Alexandria ________________ He woke up in Alexandria. He didn't know where he had been. He thought there was a woman        somewhere Who had mattered once to him. He looked out a window, Saw a madman called Khalim; Uttering predictions  In the ...


This poem's growing on me.


Behaving well at a party...With Marlo & Mark


NOT UNLIKE A ROLLING STONE
Originally shared by Gary Topp


Here are the lyrics for: 'ROOFS OF NOTRE DAME."


We recently had a bash on Main Street at The Grande in celebration of the life of Barry Green.

He was my piano player off and on for 7 years.

We wrote this song together Barry - the music
Bill - the lyrics


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I was born in London On the dark side of the Thames You said that you’d meet me there In the year of I don’t know when * You always say,” Tomorrow” But I don’t understand that word I’d live with you in that house in Spain But I don’t think that you heard…


PUNK ROCK SONG WITH SADO-MASOCHISTIC OVERTONES


Hi! Here are some of earlier songs. Peter Rowland - lead guitar
Bill Milne - vocals & rhythm guitar
(C)2016 by W.G. Milne


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zz POSEIDON’S DOOR’S WIDE OPEN “What you search for you have found,”         the prophet said to me, “You don’t know it yet but you will see; That elusive place called home         you so deeply need Will appear when you attain          tranquility.” *…


This POEM wrote itself quite quickly last year.


POSEIDON'S DOOR'S WIDE OPEN
"What you search for you have found,"         the prophet said to me, "You don't know it yet but you will see; That elusive place called home         you so deeply need Will appear when you attain          tranquility." Across the brazen sands Beyond the fo...


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Angelo, The core truth in the Gospel of Philip is this:

"For one must first be resurrected, and then die. And to the one
who has known resurrection, there is no death. And to the one
who has not known resurrection in this life, there is nothing
but death.
And the dead are not alive and the living shall not die."

It's a disturbing statement, but not so much once you have
delved into it. The word, "resurrection' is used rather like
realization, enlightenment. Only it's a stronger word.

The "dead" were the people who have not had the "foundation
experience".

Raising the dead was an expression for bringing light into
their darkness.

Basilides said this: "The dead went to Jerusalem and they did not find there what they sought, so they have returned asking questions of me."

The Gospel of Phillip is a deep well, and to understand it it's necessary
to re-learn how the earliest Christians used their terms

Making the blind to see is also a reference to the realization experience.
A lot of these phrases cannot be taken literally. 
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    I do understand that the Gnostic Gospels are writen in parables and alot of these little sayings are like riddles to me...
    awesome...
    I love riddles

    1w
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    William Milne (JOHNNY ROCK)Owner
    That's good. They used entirely different meaning to words and terms back then.
    We can understand the words, but we simply do not know how they used the words/terms...
    The problem with most "modern" translations, they assume they know the terms and therefor translate the basic words into an absurdity., a basic idiocy that supports the monopolistic view of the truth...
    In their translations no thought is required... so what is the result? A re-affirmation of the same old deceptive views and prejudices. They have learned nothing. They merely restate their own prejudices and erroneous beliefs...

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    The Parable of the Dyer is a very significant one. I wrote an article on it in the Gnostic Gospels group. The true dyes dissolve completely into what is being dyed. Rather like a man seeking God dissolves completely into the True One, the Christ within. As Christ dissolves completely into the seeker.
    It's a mystery how this holy communion happens. The Grace of the Father is certainly involved. The Lord of Hosts cleanses us and makes us ready for joy. The Eucharist indeed.
    We must prepare a space within ourselves - a place where the Holy Spirit may live.
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A KNOWING EXPERIENCE WHEREBY WE KNOW OUR SOUL

A KNOWING EXPERIENCE WHEREBY WE KNOW OUR SOUL

        Nothing is done by the strength of my hands. All

is accomplished by the Lord of Hosts within me, the Lord of the Meeting Rivers, the TRUE ONE who can not be assessed or described – the One Who Is Creating Us.

Each day is a birthing into the City of God.


        The Parable of the Dyer is a very significant one. I wrote an article on it in the Gnostic Gospels group (You will find the group on Facebook and also on Google Plus).

One thing I love about the internet is so much can be done

with the Heart and the Mind.

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         (We really ought to have a word in English that means heart-mind)

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           The true dyes dissolve completely into what is being dyed. Rather like a man seeking God dissolves completely into the True One, the Christ within. As Christ dissolves completely into the seeker.
It’s a mystery how this holy communion happens. The Grace of the Father is certainly involved. The Lord of Hosts cleanses us and makes us ready for joy – this is the Eucharist indeed.
We must prepare a space within ourselves – a place where the Holy Spirit may live.

            It is a mystery how Christ lives within us – beyond birth and death, beyond time and space. The Holy One has returned across the centuries.

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        There is a Knowing Experience whereby we know our soul.There is a Knowing Experience whereby we know the Holy Heart who lives within us, the Heart  who is eternal Love.

             This Experience is in no way restricted by time.



In the spirit of thankfulness,

written by W.G. Milne

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Sunday, February 19, 2017

I APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT I AM




Punk rock bands used to open for Johnny Rock and the angels in the PUNK era. I got to quite like the PUNK vibe, so I wrote this song.
        I haven't played this much in public.
        Hope you enjoy it.
It's called: "I APOLOGIZE FOR WHAT I AM


(C) 2016 by W.G. Milne

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Tuesday, February 14, 2017

WAKING IN ALEXANDRIA

Waking in Alexandria
__________________



He woke up in Alexandria.
He didn't know where he had been.
He thought there was a woman
       somewhere
Who had mattered once to him.

 He looked out a window,
Saw a madman called Khalim;
Uttering predictions
 In the dust and alley wind.

 “There will be a great burning
In this city once again;
This town will be ravished
By an army of our friends.”

 There were clouds of colours
In the street;
And dust on the laden wind.
Pyramids in the distance,
And crumbling new contruction.

 The passing carts threw up the dust
A glimpse of neon in the street;
Someone was playing a clarinet...
Scales of an eastern variety.

 “The great battle is within us!
The soldiers - our cells and minds.
You don't have to go downtown...
There's nothing you need to buy!”

 This man down in the alley
Shouted up at him;
Waving a bottle of  whiskey
 Above his head   
And singing Sunday hymns.

“The priest sent you a message.
 Says, 'Listen! Now begin!'
The doubt you have within you
Is your only sin!”

 The street crowds were distracting,
He wrote somehing down like this,
“You see cobra and the mongoose
   Fight until the death!”

 The crowds were passing slowly...
Such a colourful array
Of camels, birds and monkeys,
It was hard to concentrate on the page

 It seemed there was some dancing.
In the alley right below,
Dancing on the cobbles
In the scent of hashish smoke

 “There will be a great burning
In this city once again!
This town will be ravished
By an army of our friends!”

 He tried to close the window.
It was impossible to do.
He put his feet up on a table,
Leaned back and dreamed of youth...
He had a drink of something new.
The liquor in his glass was smoking.
The laughter in the street                      
 Seemed to be less racous,
A voice was speaking in a dream.
                                              
“The great mountain is within you!
Most difficult to climb
Most slippery of all mountains
You will ever find!”

 The priest sent me a message,
 Said, “Listen:  Now begin.
The self-doubt you have inside you
Is your only sin.”

 “Caesar and Alexander
Met on an island just one time.
They had one thing in common:
No division in their minds.”

 He closed the window and went to sleep
He thought,”Is all of this a dream?”
He put his head upon a pillow..
And that ended everything.




                                          (C)2013 by W.G.Milne
                                                       North Bay
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Saturday, February 11, 2017

HERE'S TO ALL THE SINGERS plus BABY, COME BACK some of my earlier songs

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POSEIDON'S DOOR'S WIDE OPEN




"What you search for you have found,"
        the prophet said to me,
"You don't know it yet but you will see;
That elusive place called home
        you so deeply need
Will appear when you attain 
        tranquility."

 Across the brazen sands
Beyond the forests of the deep,
The Gates of Hercules reopen 
        once again;
Sailing to the Hesperides
Where prized apple trees
        stand
And a tossing golden bough
 Throws shades upon the 
          strand.

 It is just before the full of the moon,
These are the nights I cannot ever
        sleep.
Heavy gusts of wind
Blow westward off the lake,
Memories of loved ones parade
        past me in my sleep:

 Poseidon's door's wide open 
        and I see
The stuff of dreams and distant
         fabled seas,
A palace in the riverlands,
         pyramid to the sky
Across the Nile and through
         vast distant sands.    


(C)2016 by W.G. Milne  
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Wednesday, February 1, 2017

MIRACLES EXIST




  I have been asked what's the difference between the earlier Gospel of Thomas and the later narrative Gospels in the N.T.

      The earlier gospels speak of "becoming one" with the Christ. The later gospels praise Christ for all the wrong reasons... Do we need our Christ to be a magician who does stupendous feats?
      Or do we need to feel the true compassion of the Living God's sacrifice...He gave himself up for us... to be one with Him. He allowed his former personage to dissolve in order
that we can dissolve in him - like the true dyes. This is a
more significant sacrifice than being killed on the cross.
        He gave all of himself to be one with us. And it so happens
that when you give all - then you are able to receive  All.

         "I am he who comes from the All...

           I guess what we're discussing are the secret teachings of Christ, as it says in the beginning of the Gospel of Thomas.
"These are the secret teachings of Didimous  Thomas."

            His teachings are radical. And the Church of the Monopoly has turned the monopolized saviour into
the commonplace.
           Christ is not like GI Joe. He is not an action figure.
His is the saviour that can free our hearts and change us.
Realization in Christ involves a change of identity. This
is not usually understood.

 It has been said: "The secret book could be left open on the King's Highway, and no one would read it."

 No organization will ever corral His transcendent teachings.
Greed and power lust just taint the mind. Devotion to our goal
involves an inner quest:  a journey and a search "costing not less than everything."

 People no longer look for revelation in church But revelation came to me when I laboured doing the Cliff-Top writings.
Truth be told, I was living in the light of the Lord. The Lord of Hosts infused me with strength and vision, and in my mind I am certain He wrote much of those pages.

 I started the sentence and He finished it, writing page after page in a state of flow that was not mine alone. In fact,
some pages I had nothing to do with other than the fact that
my hand moved with a pencil over the page.

 I was trailing behind: I was understanding the top of the page
while my hand was writing the bottom of the page.

 I simply do not have the audacity to write some of the things written in those pages. That's the truth.

 My fears came and went. I'd ask myself, "What am I doing up here? I have no wine to drink. And I haven't seen a woman in weeks!  I must be mad!  
       So I prayed and asked the  Lord of Hosts; "Please, you're going to have to give me a break here. I need you to give me a sign."

         I walked down my path through the forest and I stood in the middle of the dirt road below, and this is what happened:

        I faced the west and a star fell down to the west. I faced north, a   shooting star fell across the sky in the north. 
A star shot down to the north - another shooting star. I faced east
and a star fell in the east. I faced south. A star shot down in the south.

        I shouted: "OK! OK!  I get it!" I felt
bad that I was such a doubter, a person who had to be
reminded again and again... Of the One who brings us Grace.

 "Grace is not contained in any book. It is the sole provenance
  of the Lord"
I think it's only fair to lay out these things that happened,
to tell you of these things. So you can make up your own mind as to what you believe.





I think I'd better send this out tonight. Because I probably
won't have the guts to publish it in the morning.

 Before I started writing this article this evening, I asked
for strength, for help because I am weak. And help did come to me.

 This is past all human understanding. I have no idea how it
all works - I just know that it does work. In a mysterious way.
I don't doubt that our Christ performed miracles. For I have seen miracles in my own day.

 The greatest miracle of all is the reality that these precious Gospels have been preserved in the sands of Egypt, and they
have appeared 2,000 years after the death of Christ. A new
consciousness will arise because of these Gospels. And we
might as well call it Christ Consciousness.

  The conversion has already begun. Ideas take off across the internet like a forest fire travelling fast in the wind across the 
treetops.

May we all be blessed.



Written by W.G. Milne
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