Recent Posts: Life is Returning
E=mc² explored as Love.
Energy provides power. Power enables. Being able means that one can “do”. Doing brings about experience. Experience is the touchstone of conscience. Conscience connects individual preciousness to universal consciousness. Consciousness is Energy. Equality is impossible to understand without the equals sign, the “=”, makes some sense to the person trying to understand. The “=” sign […]
The Living One
As odd as this may sound, the perceived tension between life and death is essentially erroneous and in this error people are overly vulnerable to the bullying of systems that are led by pirates. The expressions “to be dead to something” and “to be alive to something” give a clue to what can happen when […]
Barabus is poised to be set free again?
The power of the mob, the power of the poor addled flock that the manipulators of animal instincts have always misused in the fixated following of their mendacious, audacious covert agendas – the power of the mob is being again unleashed. Not since outside money flooded in with the QE that funded the creation of […]
Formidable
The word ‘formidable’ derives from the Latin word formidare which means ‘to fear’. What is there to fear if faith in The One existent predominates? In the Tao Te Ching it is mused upon that no-one knows whose side Heaven is on. Isn’t this true today as all leaders from all sides still invoke the […]
From June 12th 2013
The intellect is rooted in ‘to hold’, intelligence is rooted in ‘to choose’. The intellect’s job is to chop things up, freeze things still, hold things down … just long enough for intelligence to choose, to pick, to initiate a consummation that allows the serving intellect to ‘let go’, empty, and wait for intelligence to […]
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The words start slowly The lubrication of my pen Seeps and oozes from The honeycombed cells Of my union with Her Letters dance in the Hall of love’s splendour The music of an orchestra Of souls wraps magically Around my … Continue reading
Second Christmas
The delicate work of Muse rendition When that word Rendition Has been usurped by the torture business Is as difficult now As it has always been. Making the invisible, visible. Being true. Sentenced by words that are Love’s sentience. She … Continue reading
Bemusing Inspiration
Beauty pierces A word goes even deeper than the opening glance Then nothing is ever the same Again Love meets in the unseen first: Musing, amusing, The in and ex halation Of a landing in my life, The firing of … Continue reading
