The world is the
world.
Every creature plays
its part.
I have believed I
could play mine on my own terms.
Earn a separate
merit for myself,
play with fire and
burn in secret shame.
For so long I have
played this game
Of serving two
masters, lived that untenable lie.
And I can still, for
like us all
I have the gift of
free will
To do precisely as I
desire.
Everywhere I look,
the demonstration is on display
Of the outworking of
universal law.
The results of
choices are as they must be,
Good begetting the
good and bad bringing forth the bad
On the evolutionary
experiential path of the soul.
A small sin leads to
another
And ere long they
form a chain
That weighs me down
and rattles in rebuke.
I am not that chain,
yet I carry it
And cannot unmake
it.
All I can do is bear
the consequences
And, by my will,
repent and come again
Before the presence
of the holy flame
In recognition of
the one true Name
With contrite heart
sincere, stripped bare
To give up my error
to be consumed.
Is this a game as
well? I wonder.
Am I addicted to
feeling bad and small?
Perhaps, if I go on
repeating the same old pattern.
Affirming conviction
in the mind alone
Is not enough to
stop the cycle,
For the underworld
of unknown psychic forces
Overpowers a
vacillating will with trifling ease.
There is a Will
beyond that will
Which desires to
come into union with it
But depends upon the
free will choice of the mortal being
For its method and
the duration of the process of drawing it in.
The human will has
no relief from responsibility;
It is always free,
and that extends of course
To the liberty to
make excuses and so prolong indefinitely
Its coming back to
sober remembrance of itself and the truth
And the blessed,
rigorous path of ascension
Which leads to
eternal life and the promise of heaven,
Ever-unfolding
majesties of experience,
Ever-increasing
virtue and happiness,
Ever-new
invigorating challenges to rise to,
All the great gifts
of the houses of the family of God.
Honor thy Father
and thy Mother,
That it may be
well with thee
And thou mayest
live long on the earth.
The principles and
polarities of creation:
Spirit and matter,
Will and wisdom,
The yang electric
and the yin magnetic,
Idea and form.
The spiritual
lineages of our cosmic progenitors
Vibrationally
encoded within our being.
The supernal Father
on high
And the planetary
animal Mother that bears us in this and every precious moment.
I have clearly
overworked that last bit in an escalating fit of vain
pretentiousness, trying, trying so hard while really just
compulsively escaping from the potent, immediate reality of the
prayerful state that set this stream of words in motion to begin
with… and from my body’s constant complaint as to why the fuck I
am still up and on the computer at five in the morning when it needs
proper, regular sleep to function well – so I have actually been
disrespecting both Father and Mother and I find this highly ironic to
say the least. Maybe I will learn to write something more useful in a
more wholesome way someday. I find myself idly hoping so. One thing’s
for sure: not writing is the only certain way to never get closer to
achieving that. (grin) Honestly, I enjoy doing this so much that only the amnesia of that enjoyment can explain why I don’t do it way more. Although the possibility occurs to me just now while finalizing the post that I may just be indulging in the narcissistic tendency referred to as masturbation… a valid concern. It also occurs to me that self-pleasuring can be a wholesome activity if used well! And whatever is in error will be corrected in due course, given the sincere desire of the heart toward what is good and right.
Adios and onward,
friends! See you next time.
