Sunday, 29 January 2012

WHAT FORGOT WHO?

How should I walk along the old paths?


Yesterdays come crowding into my mind, and there are old people with memories far clearer than mine,


And I shall leave them all behind.


When I saw the trees again;


Senses that feel the wind and smell the grass connect with something.


They haven't changed;


going by, knowing there is no time,


Something calls out, "wait,


Remember me? You left me here with them,


Come back,


You left a part of you behind."

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Saturday, 8 October 2011

VIDEO OF MADAMME DESALZMANN SOEAKING

http://therealityofbeing.com/video.html

Saturday, 24 September 2011

REMEMBER

Remember remember, remember, myself morning, evening and night,

remember, remember, remember myself, member I am alive! in breathing, heart beating, feeling and sensing, how could I have forgotten,

how much has been left behind?
how much was entrusted to the mind?
my birthright spent in a foreign land, I long in my heart, so quietly to return to my father and repent.

I've travelled so far since that magical morning when essence was born, has he come such away?

I cannot remember, we,don't know the way to go home how far did we fall, we still hear the call to go back whence we came.

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

FROM MYSTERY-a poem

like a breathing clock

the pendulum swings

next, last, next last next
although it cannot be seen,

only for a moment is the pendulum still,

yet the machine dreams on, next, last next, last, next.

the allowing the connection-a poem

or us there is only the connection,

as we are, alone,
as we are only something;

to touch in some way, reach out,

as we are, incomplete

TIME-a poem

time is the waste and the hesitation,

the ache and the sigh,

time makes everything a lie.

Saturday, 17 September 2011

RELATED LOVE- A POEM

Love is not ordinary,

it is magical, vibrant. like life,
as essential as breath or bread,
as marvellous as a flock of birds in flight,

or the sunrise.

planted in the essential, let us never take it for granted, in the ordinary run of things.

it comes from a greater love, from far above the ordinary.

let us never treat our lives as ordinary, flat,

life and love are far too extraordinary for that.
each breath comes and comes again as life,
as life lives its magic in the beating heart,

not small and ordinary but blended with the greater, as included in the higher love of which our love is part.

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God

, the heathen imagine that God is somewhere else, external to their own totality because they cannot be STILL.

the heathen are not outside-somewhere ELSE-my totality, either

I AM A COSMOS and all, the Megalocosmos, is in my totality, which is not little me, me, me.
if little me can be still IT can know, a tiny bit, that I AM- I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN.

I belong in the whole, oh JOY and GRATITUDE, my cup overfloweth.

WHO AM I?a stale tiresome formulatioand so worthles

my totality-what, exactly, is that?-MUST be very careful and cautious = aware of danger when the word I is used by who/what?

WHO IS USING IT-OR WHAT?

so there are clearly at least 3 elements: I, me, and my totality


which one is real or true? who or what does not know?

facts: all3 are contained within the body, who or what says MY body? WHO AM I? this is the heart of the matter.

each of the three says-oh so convincingly-and who or what is convinced?- I, each claims the right to use I, and, to complicate matters, even more, there is a mind a body and some feelings and even some emotions.

put them all in a flask and shake them up, and what is the result? there is life, surely, and sensation and feeling and emotion, also surely, but surely to who or what? who claims the crown and which is the REAL king?

I-who he/she

I just trips of the tongue without any attention and some part of my totality has be come habituated to using I as if it really was I, suggest to it that it may not be I, or even not even entitled to call itself I, and it-for it is a machine,and it becomes hostile and uneasy and sees any question of its right to use I-any doubt about that and it reacts as if attacked" I is/ am ME!" it screams and lies.

WRONG ME IS IT.- a thing and a reacting mechanism that sees all questioning it as an attack upon itself. it hates questions because it can hide in the certainty of answers. how DARE anyone doubt the validity of ME?I is strong and steady and intelligently asks questions since it senses that me is stifling it.I turns to the work/Truth as a compass needle turns to north.why would I have turned to the work had I not been discontent with my servitude to me/personality?-I sensed, clearly, that I needed help
by contrast me/personality sighs and yawns and says"oh I'm bored wit h all this just give me bread and circuses or I (note how it calls itself I- IT LIES) will have a tantrum and upset the totality" it does have that power does it not? -important question which will bore and irritate me/personality.
if I imagine I understand the ideas even at all, l I MUST QUESTION who/what is using I, that IS what is all about. already my questions are beginning to irritate and disturb your me/personality which will churn about trying to justify itself and blame peter.

justification and blame-both lies- are the hallmarks of me/personality. OF COURSE my questions are not useful to me/personality, they cast doubt on its right to use I. it's that simple. can you not sense me/personality shifting and wriggling on its throne while you read this? its FIRST REACTION-it can do nothing else, being of the lower, is to justify itself and blame peter, all the while using I.

the lower reacts the higher responds; justification/blame are only mechanical reactions but-without permission-they affect the totality.

reactions STEAL energy, responses bring finer/high energy and lift my totality and fill it with energy energy, the conditions and ingredients necessary for essence to grow up in to an individual.

poor un-evolved, half-grown innocent , slightly stupid, essence is so easily duped by me/personality, without the help of the real living work essence will inevitably be the dupe and slave of me/personality

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

small time a poem/snapshot

Small time

Small time
Reading the newspapers
Counting the change
Taking up time they
Weren’t going to use anyway

Hooray for the small time
They dream plenty
Hope for a better day
Pockets always empty

Poor old, poor young,
Poor people always sing
The same old song
Tomorrow maybe
The sun will shine
Maybe make me warm.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

We are the images of God.’FROM ALL AND EVERYTHING, Beelzebs tales to his grandson

“Now, my boy, I shall begin by repeating: all your favourites, even the contemporary, are—like us and like all
the other three-centred beings of our Megalocosmos—
such apparatuses for the Great cosmic Trogoautoegocrat
just as the Arterioscleroses were, from whom arose the
first ancestors of the now existing beings as well as the beings now existing everywhere. And through each of them
the cosmic substances arising in all seven Stopinders of
the Sacred Heptaparaparshinokh could be transformed,
and all of them, again even the contemporary, besides
serving as apparatuses for the Most Great cosmic Trogoautoegocrat, could have all possibilities for absorbing
from those cosmic substances which are transformed
through them what is corresponding for the coating and
for the perfecting in them of both higher-being-bodies;
because each three-brained being arisen on this planet of
yours represents in himself also, in all respects, just like
every three-brained being in all our Universe, an exact
similarity of the whole Megalocosmos.
“The difference between each of them and our common great Megalocosmos is only in scale.
“Here you should know that your contemporary favourites very often use a notion taken by them from some-
where, I do not know whether instinctively, emotionally,
or automatically, and expressed by them in the following
words: ‘We are the images of God.’
“These unfortunates do not even suspect that, of everything known to most of them concerning cosmic truths,
this expression of theirs is the only true one of them all.
“And indeed, each of them is the image of God, not of
that ‘God’ which they have in their bobtailed picturings,
but of the real God, by which word we sometimes still call
our common Megalocosmos.
“Each of them to the smallest detail is exactly similar,
but of course in miniature, to the whole of our Megalocosmos, and in each of them there are all of those separate functionings, which in our common Megalocosmos
actualize the cosmic harmonious Iraniranumange or ‘ex-
change of substances,’ maintaining the existence of every-
thing existing in the Megalocosmos as one whole.
“This same expression of theirs—’We are the images of
God’—can here serve us as a very good additional illustration in explanation of how far what is called ‘percepti-
ble logic,’ or, as it is sometimes still said, ‘Aimnophnian
mentation,’ is already distorted in them.

“Although this expression corresponding to the truth
exists there among them, yet concerning the consideration
of its exact sense, as in general concerning every short
verbal formulation, they at best always express with their
strange short-sighted mentation—even if they should
wish with their whole common presence actively and sincerely to reveal their inner representation and essential
understanding of this expression of theirs—something as
follows:
“‘Good ... if we are “images of God” . . . that means
. . . means . . . “God” is like us and has an appearance also
like us ... and that means, our “God” has the same moustache, beard, nose, as we have, and he dresses also as we
do. He dresses as we do, doubtless because like us he is
also very fond of modesty; it was not for nothing that he
expelled Adam and Eve from Paradise, only because they
lost their modesty and began to cover themselves with
clothes.’
“In certain of the beings there, particularly of recent
times, their being-Aimnophnian-mentation or perceptible
logic has already become such that they can very clearly
see this same ‘God’ of theirs in their picturings, almost
with a comb sticking out of his left vest pocket, with
which he sometimes combs his famous beard.
“Such a super peculiar being-Aimnophnian-mentation
about their ‘God’ proceeded in your favourites chiefly from
the Hasnamussian manifestations of those ‘learned’ beings
who, you remember, I have already told you, assembled in
the city of Babylon and collectively began to invent various maleficent fictions concerning their ‘God,’ which
were afterwards by chance widely spread everywhere on
that ill-fated planet. And in view of the fact that that period coincided with the time when the three-brained beings there began to exist particularly ‘Selzelnualno,’ i.e.,
particularly ‘passively,’ in the sense of the being-efforts

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Friday, 29 July 2011

Thursday, 28 July 2011

human essence: from inside a question by Henriette Lannes

human essence


essence is our own. Personality is what is not our own.
The crux of our mystery is that blind conviction that any influence moving through our through thought, feeling, body, is our own.

Essence can be described as a knot of many possibilities of different orders – and as a range of tendencies. It is not the same thing. A lot of possibilities are the same for all: everybody can walk, swim, line, etc, etc, and, in principle, every human essence has been given the possibility to grow and evolve.

But not everybody has the same dexterity, nor the same bodily attitude. Nor can everyone become a good musician or a great painter – all go on to higher mathematics – become a very good position or a strong gang leader. Not all of us can experience very strong emotional attachment, or very strong hates.

These are very few examples, of course.

Essence is also every duty at different degrees in different centres. This is important. We could call it hunger for impressions in sensation, movement, feelings, intellect. What in me is the most hungry?

– This brings the question: how is essence, fed?

– What possibilities are developed?

– What tendencies are encouraged, or thwarted, or distorted?

Again we realise the immense difficulty of education, which the aim ought to be a preparation for the harmonious development of man.

We also know that essences like malleable wax, or even like a white sheet of paper on which everybody can write anything. It means that newborn essence has to be taken charge of – educated (with or without quotation marks).

Essence is created unique. It is the root of individuality, the seed of being. It could not be so, if it was not also 'Angel and Devil.'

human essence from inside a question by. Mme Lannes

human essence


essence is our own. Personality is what is not our own.
The crux of our mystery is that blind conviction that any influence moving through our through thought, feeling, body, is our own.

Essence can be described as a knot of many possibilities of different orders – and as a range of tendencies. It is not the same thing. A lot of possibilities are the same for all: everybody can walk, swim, line, etc, etc, and, in principle, every human essence has been given the possibility to grow and evolve.

But not everybody has the same dexterity, nor the same bodily attitude. Nor can everyone become a good musician or a great painter – all go on to higher mathematics – become a very good position or a strong gang leader. Not all of us can experience very strong emotional attachment, or very strong hates.

These are very few examples, of course.

Essence is also every duty at different degrees in different centres. This is important. We could call it hunger for impressions in sensation, movement, feelings, intellect. What in me is the most hungry?

– This brings the question: how is essence, fed?

– What possibilities are developed?

– What tendencies are encouraged, or thwarted, or distorted?

Again we realise the immense difficulty of education, which the aim ought to be a preparation for the harmonious development of man.

We also know that essence is like malleable wax, or even like a white sheet of paper on which everybody can write anything. It means that newborn essence has to be taken charge of – dedicated (with or without quotation marks).

Essence is creating unique. It is the root of individuality, the seed of being. It could not be so, if it was not also 'Angel and Devil.'

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

human essence from inside a question by. Mme Lannes

human essence


essence is our own. Personality is what is not our own.
The crux of our mystery is that blind conviction that any influence moving through our through thought, feeling, body, is our own.

Essence can be described as a knot of many possibilities of different orders – and as a range of tendencies. It is not the same thing. A lot of possibilities are the same for all: everybody can walk, swim, line, etc, etc, and, in principle, every human essence has been given the possibility to grow and evolve.

But not everybody has the same dexterity, nor the same bodily attitude. Nor can everyone become a good musician or a great painter – all go on to higher mathematics – become a very good position or a strong gang leader. Not all of us can experience very strong emotional attachment, or very strong hates.

These are very few examples, of course.

Essence is also every duty at different degrees in different centres. This is important. We could call it hunger for impressions in sensation, movement, feelings, intellect. What in me is the most hungry?

– This brings the question: how is essence, fed?

– What possibilities are developed?

– What tendencies are encouraged, or thwarted, or distorted?

Again we realise the immense difficulty of education, which the aim ought to be a preparation for the harmonious development of man.

We also know that essence is like malleable wax, or even like a white sheet of paper on which everybody can write anything. It means that newborn essence has to be taken charge of – educated (with or without quotation marks).

Essence is created unique. It is the root of individuality, the seed of being. It could not be so, if it was not also 'Angel and Devil.'