One becomes Two, The Throne of reunion
opens a portal
A star-gate serving mankind
as Three dimensional,
a Fourness of yin and yang;
joy into Heart, my darling Sa’ida, life is returning ….
There is premeditation everywhere, it is the planning function of thought that rehearses a hearse’s journey until the possibility of acting without failure appears, until the thought predominates, then dominates that “there is the possibility of getting away with it”, without dying on the stage that is the material world.
Premeditation is to meditation
What prediction is to diction
What presence is to Essence.
There is practice – of course, the inference that leads to a conference, a reference that melts the hard deference, the circumference of a concentration, a single joint centration, practical like any joint, flexible as a knee – that makes perfect.
How to move from premeditation to meditation? By means of a mediation, through engaging in mediation until your own “t” appears.
Getting stuck in premeditation blocks the joy of being.
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy”.
JALAL AD-DIN RUMI 1207-1273
in The Middle Way
Green coloration occurs when
light and dark Light reunite central to
this spherical issue
the heart of
A worder knows how to work with letters,
Letters let matter happen;
matters expect words to happen.
A worder husbands words for Love,
They are his sheep.
The worder knows the double you order,
Knows the ebb and flow of light ….
When there is no worder working,
Words can empty, break and fail.
I am a worder …. I am in Hull ….
Come to Hull ….
A conversation in my taxi,
Simply pay as you go,
An hour or a day, whatever you say
Move your mountain,
Come to Hull
One, two or three at a time ….
While there is still time ….
Open the lead ….
…. predicates consciousness
the process of becoming,
The delicious contrasting the atrocious,
And, from the one hundred and ten words –
Witnessing similarly, always and only
…. what you yourself, in conscience,
Have held as being consciously precious.
Rumi is the most popular poet in the USA, yet the story behind the man is one of grief and probable murder as a precursor to the love poetry that is dedicated to Shamsi Tabrisi and to God.
The prophets of the Abrahamic tradition led lives that challenged the rulers of their day, challenges that often led to the messengers’ deaths.
After some thirteen years of being attacked for carrying a monotheistic message to his degenerating culture, Muhammad and his folk eventually defended that message with their lives at stake, though after the physical battles, Muhammad did say that future battles should be fought internally by Muslims.
Quakers were given the name as they shook with righteous indignation at the injustices of their day.
Muhyiddin Ibn Arabi was murdered at the end of his life by his detractors.
The Bhagavad Gita is a story of war, though it has an inner interpretation as well, it has to be lived.
The Buddha was attacked by demonic forces as he struggled with whether to carry his message to others, or not.
Ghandi, Martin Luther King, Lennon …. add your own favourite names ….
The point of these references?
The point is that any contemporary spiritual journey, to be following in the footsteps of predecessors, is liable to be dangerous, and if it isn’t, is it actually real?