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08
Nov
17

Requiem of Spirit


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 Requiem of Spirit

Insignificant are these words that fill this page fore they render nothing more than a stain. Stain markings as feelings, thoughts, ideas of less importance, impact upon the direction, course evolution takes toward an end. Contrivance of communication subject to seeing by blind eyes, being heard through deaf ears, never to be spoken. The encumbrance of thought compiled line by line, expelled to satisfy each moment toward their meaningless, meaning or purpose. Collected, bound, volumes comprehensively fomenting artificiality of presence recognized, though invisible, amidst the masses of trite representation to the same. Succumbing to be buried, lost to chance to be forgotten, dormant upon the ageless shelf of lessor importance. Energy expended without reward of return, fading to darkness: The End.

 This Requiem of Spirit: Creative Mind, lost of its meaning to gain furtherance to expression brought to the Conscious that grave for its experience be brought, by reading minds’ imagination. Allowing for the Ether, Heart of Soul, be brought tangibly to Life, through the senses expunging, from each taste, stain of Word: What it is to BE!

 

 

 

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17
Apr
17

EROTIC DIGITAL DESIRES


The Internet provides an opportunity to discover interesting `tools’ designed by those who have the capacity to do so and then, find interesting ways to utilize these tools possibly in ways not originally intended.  Just such a tool I discovered is presented by

ava-sessions: ex machina

It is clear by now that a tsunami of `porn’ related material is widely available via the Internet that spans the full spectrum of sexual act performed by persons of a comparable spectrum of sexual orientation.

The objective here is to marry the two by utilizing a digital conversation tool that essentially maps the content of a digital photo (jpeg or similar). The result is as an example here:

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To view the product of this marriage, armed with a YouTube account when requested to `sign in’, you can view a brief video titled: Erotic Digital Desires

 

28
Nov
16

Epoch


An Essay for our present time: having written this in recent past years it somehow seems appropriate to publish it again:

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EPOCH

J. J. Hurtak writes (Pistis Sophia, p. xxvii): “The Pistis Sophia teaches us that humanity has inherited from the First Space of the Divine an indwelling divine power. The Savior is directed by the Ineffable to assist in the extension of the Divine powers into the human kingdom according to the desires of humanity, and to reveal the efficacy of the highest mysteries of salvation to humankind.”

Genesis creation of man as an entity and the demise of mankind as a spiritual being.

Then I said, “Sir, how much longer?”
He said to me, “Until the moment when the true man, within a modeled form, reveals the existence of the spirit of truth, which the father has sent.
Then he will teach them about everything, and he will anoint them with the unction of life eternal, given him from the nominated generation.
Then they will be freed of blind thought, and they will trample underfoot death, which is of the authorities, and they will ascend into the limitless light where this sown element belongs.
Then the authorities will relinquish their ages, and their angels will weep over their destruction, and their demons will lament their death.
Then all the children of the light will be truly acquainted with the truth and their root, and the father of the entirety and the holy spirit. They will all say with a single voice, ‘The father’s truth is just, and the son presides over the entirety”, and from everyone unto the ages of ages, “Holy – holy – holy! Amen!'”

Countless volumes of ancient and contemporary written text speak of and repeat the existence of a Divine truth that has evaded the consciousness of mankind. Like a prophet hoarding the secrets of the ages, exiled to extreme outer boundaries of existence banished there by the orthodoxy that dominates contemporary humanity, keeping it in ignorance.

Humanities’ absolve to the higher power of institutions that assume the role of all-knowing guides to a future of their making, carved from ignorance, fueled by greed, reaps a present existence mired in evil, negativity, and chaos

A spiritual awakening to the `truth of knowledge’ is beyond comprehension given the infusion and solidification of creed impervious to blemish and protected with cries of `heresy’.

Hippocratic and false prophets, councilors to the perceived Word, for want of power and deity present a false hope promoted by language and rhetoric to plant and nourish guilt of sin and promise of destiny to the inferno: Hell.

Evil, like an ancient tree with its long and tenuous roots, pierces through the soil of humanity nourishing and expanding through all existence to become established and impervious to the ax that is truth, love and goodness, casting its evil shadow, blocking passage of the Light of Being sent to spark and warm the souls of humanity.

Existence in the shadow of the Tree of Evil its fallen fruit seeded and nourished in the bountiful goodness that is inherently humanity’s, to sprout seedlings of evil that in time will cast an infinite shadow of darkness forever blocking out the Light of Truth, banishing the hope that it will ever light the souls of humanity again.

Orthodox faith, cultivator, and keeper of the garden of evil conspiring blindly to serve to an apocalyptic end through denial of the true words of God lay toll of heresy through self-righteous inquisition to persecute those bravely wanting for the truth to be spoken and known by all. These are the purveyors of the candle snuffer that put out the light of truth at every opportunity to ensure that in time, it will be snuffed out forever.

11
Nov
16

Proclivity


 

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Locked away in the mind’s darkness cave,
Left to manifest thoughts outwardly brave
Though, when spoken, the conflicted do rave;
Challenging wisdom’s retreat, to save.

History’s pattern unwittingly resolves
Into depths of forgetfulness to dissolve;
Leaving pain and suffering itself to solve;
To once again, like a clock wound, revolve.

Human nature, a questionable ally or foe,
An intuitiveness’ retarded flow,
A once thought `truth’, to bind and know
Yet, it’s truth’s blindness that does grow.

Giving reason to this proclivity to discern;
Having spent millennia endeavoring to learn
Yet, humankind, seemingly, more resolute to spurn
And, for it; civilization, as in past, does ultimately burn.

11
Nov
16

Rememberance 2016


The following poem I wrote back in 2012 to acknowledge on this day November 11th, the fallen; those who gave of themselves in service to the freedoms we enjoy to this day, however, as much as it is said in tribute, it is meant to reflect the brutal waste of lives given to the folly of those to whom we choose to lead us; those often, whom avoid the true hardships they wittingly impose on the Peoples of their Nation. 

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Remembrance?

We hail courageous heroes of war; but for whom is the true enemy at bastion door; for each nation’s fallen soldier is a heart made sore; and to whom do the real gains amass, while the bereaved tally the deathly score?

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To be of common purpose in mind; is not to be to true reasons blind; for the failings within humankind; for the atrocities inflicted upon its own kind; appeased by pageant and ceremony to remind; but in truth’s end, to repetition, it is endlessly inclined.

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Spilling mental guts upon the literary floor; thousands pass but simply ignore, for their lack of interest to what may touch their shore; yet find the time to whisper ridicule and messenger to deplore; yielding incessant ignorance to reason, to endure.

11
Nov
16

Passing of Leonard Cohen


 

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News today of the passing of  Leonard Cohen, a great and inspirational artist to many poets, song writers and, performers over the last several decades; a contributor to the Arts who will be greatly missed. A true Icon to creative persons around the globe.

In remembrance to his significant contribution:

Inspiration

I watched
I listened

A humble man

Creator of words

Magical expression

Inspiring thought

Stimulating senses

To survive his years
In poetry
Or
In song
His Mission
To inspire
An icon
To poetry’s
Throng
Through words
Forever
Lives on

Leonard Cohen

1970 – Leonard Cohen

Reflections of a turbulent time long past
Emerges again for all to witness at last
The personal story of an artist then great
A talent time’s passage could not fade
His verse of song pronounced and deep
Speaking to the truth of love all of us seek
Leonard Cohen’s poetry somberly wise, reflective
Portraiture of life seen with unique perspective
Gained by the artistry of this unique insightful man
Immortalizing a presence we still struggle to understand

28
Oct
16

Glory’s Mask


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