christopher bodame - poetics and prose

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POETRY & THOUGHTSUMMARIES of TOF(otherwise known as Christopher Bodame)

Blast from the Past – Big Bang Theory

In consternation of the Big Bang TheoryI prayed to God to lend her ear To expand or expel my mental query.And she did bend to me her rear And my weary soul did strain to hear

her quip:“Tis not my aresholebut the Theory that is full of shit.”

“So you see my dear Tis not my arse that you should fear Tis not my butt that is to blamefor all the shit on earth that reigns.Tho were this true would Ilong, long ago have taken aimAnd blown to kingdom come

a kingdom of twits with shit for brains.”

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Dogma is the husk, the corpse of spirit wisdom longgone – metamorphosed, evolved into new life.

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All things pass away

But that which cognisesthat all things pass awaydoes not pass away;that endures, is eternal.

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Sophia-Anthropos

Only the pure can lift the veil to view thenakedness of the Most Beautiful Lady...

Many times I’ve tried to peekand been chastised to further seek.

The Canvas of Life

Most Philosophy is not the resultof rational thoughtbut of irrational souls predisposed to justifytheir own resort.

Thus, what we often take as art, is artificeand what is often seen as fact, is farce.

Pop goes the easel.

The Bottom Line

Most thinking is alignedto the position a person prepares

in order to affirm the sun shineseach morning up their rear passage,and the inhalation of what they term 'fresh air'.Tis butt - the bottom line.

The Quest

To ask: What is its meaning? - is the obvious indication that Knowing is not agiven, as is everything on the Earth we are born to. Such is our pursuit of Knowledge, our love for wisdom – PhiloSophia. It is a paradox of our times when

all that we hold to be reality – all that is visible and tangible (materialism), isupheld by that which is immaterial and invisible, i.e. our thinking.

When we seek the meaning of meaning, we begin to purify ‘our thinking aboutthe world’ to ‘thinking about thinking’ - the espistemological struggle to determinethe truth inherent in our thinking. For it is thinking which ultimately determines our knowledge - the truth and falseness in all our pursuits. and thereby we find our consciousness is elevated from manifest visible to the manifest invisible. .



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Do not say you’re only humanfor I know you’re not man-made.

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A one-sided person tends to travel in circles.

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All we possess becomes our debt.

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Those who cannot expand their understanding, seek to expand their dominion.

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All we do untrue is the cause of all ill we rue.

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The Spirit is that which presents itself when matter is penetrated to its heart.There in the heart in the midst of the dead is life creating sustaining life.

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Evolution – an ever becoming, which is held fast as fact by natural scienceis contradicted by its own logic that says, A cannot be A and B at the same time.

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Knowledge is the precursor to comprehension, which is theory.Theory is the precursor to the apprehended experience of actuality –Truth/Reality.

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When you take create out of procreateand ception out of conceptionall you’re left with are a lot of Xceptionally creative pros and cons.

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Who will you be thenwhen death has comeand run you off life’s roadwhen all the things you were

and thought you werehave passed away?

One thing my friend I beg before you goDo not bequeath to me your load.

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An old man diesand the mourning in his eyesstare wide

towards the star gleaming skiesof his dreaming.And his stagnant deathgoes streaminginto fragrant breathlike fire from deadwood.

* * *Love I thought absurd.But it was not love, but I that erred.

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* * *The pain of waking is a deaththat makes strong the breath.

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Sense

A sense of truth I esteem more highthan a lover’s sigh.I wander after streams of things unseenfar more than after moonlit thighs

Amongst other things, some say I tell a lie.So I confess: – for a discerning eye,there’s beauty in all things.

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The Power of Positive Thinking

‘The more you think you’re rightthe more you will be

even when you’re wrong.’

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Peripatetic Promiscuous (a rootless flower)or Wandering Rooter ?

Many loves have crossed our heart -But each is only the shadow of the Sun we seek.

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Only by a broken heart, wrote Oscar Wilde -How else, can the Lord Christ enter in?

Oh Christ! How many doors dost Thou need?Or have I simply sinned?

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The meaning of Life? –

Oneness within divisible strife,Oneness with the invisible wife.

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Can you think a thought that doesn’t already exist?Try it, bet you can’t resist.

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The Urdoc (Archetypal Doctor)

The archetypal conceptSees all, Knows all, Says noughtexcept to those, who, a pure question have wrought.

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Suffering is the angel of self-knowledge.

* * *A Pure ThoughtA single air-borne thought, pierced the clouds

fell with the rain, down slopes to the plainand buried itself in the sand.

The incarnation of Heaven? – Amen!

But what avails the plan, if an eternal thoughtlies buried in the sand?

The golden crown swept round -the seasons castover the desert vast.

And Lo! Behold, arosea single blade of grass.

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God, in beholding, all He’d createdexclaimed, ‘Ye gods’and took leave of His senses.

* * *Verb to be

Words, words, words,the common cryer calls.But from the Wordthe world is woven –the Verb is rampantwhile the Noun observesand both in me together merge

I AM.

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Call of the Present

Were I of an earlier agewould my spirit be ablaze,would my sword be already raisedand glazed with blood?



Yet this age wherein I amcalls for greater deedsthan sacrifice of life to death-I am called to live and die

with every breath.

* * *Contradiction rules the fool.Paradox enlivens the wise.

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If God eternal be, then I and theeand all of we, must likewise be - eternally.If not, we can never agree— ad-infinitely.

* * *Beware, the dragon’s breathwithin thy breasta blinding mist -that poisons to passionthe pure white kiss!

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Thus Spoke the Sword

Two edged be my tongueTwo edged be thy fame.Hath thou over darkness wonOr been by darkness slain? Are you the one of guiltless gainOr the one who brings thee shame?White or black?Choose now thy name.Examine thy act;For what is now doneOne cannot turn back. * * *

Thus Spoke The Beast

So, your final hour has come



Yet you want to runLike a girl in foolish gamesBefore you are slain.So be it.

Now listen wellOr you’ll not live to tell.Look back to the beginning of timeAnd see your life that now is mine. All your darkness is my lifeI am the darkness of your light.I am your fearsYour secret shameYour cruelty and endless pain.I never forgive though I’m never to blame.

I am your other that bears your name. All in-harmony you createAll power and fame you speculateAll passion that infiltratesYour lusting soulTo divide the worldDoes make me whole. I am the innocence you’ve slaughteredThe truthfulness you’ve quartered

The wondrous beauty that you’ve rapedAnd love’s purity you desecrate. I am the dragon from your deepI am the darkness that you reap.Despair the lie !Your bloody death is nigh!Great Knights, small KnightsFoolish girls with foolish toysWhat care I ! Many a brave sword and fearless foolHas come to face meTo trial and test and taste me.But whosoever comes clothedComes armoured of heartAnd darkness of heart is my art. A sword in my eye is a stake in their heart.



I tore them apart —and spat out their hearts in their face.

Now is the hour Thy power to devour.

Let not thy glory shinebut mine.Let not thy will be donebut mine.Let not thy kingdombut my kingdom come.Hallowed be my nameAnd thee to endless shame.

Into the eye of death must you descendIf to life you would ascend.

Now is the beginning of the end.Let the battle begin.Amen.

Only love can heal thy soulOnly love can seal my sight. O Knight without swordTrue Knight of the Word.Thine eyes have read the book.Thy love has unveiled the secret of my look.

You know me true for what I truly am.I am you, we are the same.With love you have me slain. Hail to theeand to the Eternal Light.Thy love hath me, and thee redeemed.

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Call of the Four Winds

North, South, East, WestFrom the four corners of our questWe come to greet youBefore darkness defeats you. Heed our warningArise to our call



Before light is lostBefore darkness falls.

From whence we departIs where we return

In the heart of each other Of each other we learn.

Where we are most activeIs where we most restIn the heart of each other Each other we bless. Our warning givenWe are driven to depart.We must away

Ave, Ave, Ave, Ave.

A Knight's Song

I am a wayward lada willy nilly knavea wandering rascalafter palaces and castlesand the hearts of the brave.My dreaming eyes reflect the skies

beneath I've lain and sometimes lied.

Methinks I am a scoundrel knightmy twinkling eyes leads me astrayFrom amour to amore I'm ledand by oath I'm both to both.With sword drawn and raiseduntruth to smoteand forsworn to savethe purity of youthI fain would follow

where the world is lostand slay the dragonwhere hell and heaven cross.

But alas!the dragon in my breast abidesand with every glancefrom a young maiden's eye



perchance a kiss, perchance a sigha courting blush or delicate sighI deem I hear a calling clear the calling of my Gwenevere.

Yet when ere comes lovethe dragon's breathwithin my breasta blinding mist -colours into passionthe pure white kiss.

Egotists love to hear the sound of themselves urinating.

A born loser is only happy when they winwhich is seldom.

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To overcome painis only possible through pain.--------------

People say 'honesty doesn't pay'.But how would they knowhaving never been so.----------------Why shun the weakwhen they have made you strongOr the poor when they have made you rich.

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I the answer ask the questionand feign confusion.--------------Did you misunderstand the answer or did I misunderstand the question.---------------Can you think a thought that does not exist?



----------------Light can illumine the darknessBut darkness cannot blacken the light.True or false?Explain why in one hundred words.

----------------Those we pillage as we march forwardreturn to pillar us from behind.---------------------How many are the abnormalities that constitute normality?-------------------Beyond the word, where lies your understanding?-------------------The essence of Man is the uprightness of his 'I'.--------------What will be, will be.

Even this will pass away.-------------------A part truth is a homeopathic portion of a lie.

-------------------------All we possess becomes our debt.---------------------Most people on most nightslisten to the darknessand intermittent black.---------------

The moving finger writes, and having writreturns to rest in the nostril of the almighty.---------------Better to sacrifice one's life than bow down to death.-----------------To sing is not to sing a song.But to listen and to hear.--------------------The more to noise we do aver The more the self from Self we sever.--------------------Bravery wins a lost fight.-----------------My cursing comes from self-knowledgenot from lack of education.Damn!---------------The Oracle without once spoken



is now the Spirit withinand Thought is its token.------------------Gazing into the Lightwe flicker and go out.

-------------------The pain of waking is a deaththat makes strong the breath.------------------The hunchback carries the world on his shoulders.---------------------Blinded by the Light?Or by darkness of sight?-------------------Heaven and Hell explode -a cymbolical clash.

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The Canvas of Life

Most Philosophy is not the resultof rational thoughtbut of irrational souls, predisposedto justify their own resort.

Thus, what we often take as art, is artifice

and what is often seen as fact, is farce.

Pop goes the easel.

If there's gold in meit flows from God...amen

If not I amBut a clod of mud

between Thy toes -perchance toejam.Or phlegm in Thy throat... ahhemmm-----------------------Death, beloved deathcharm me not from afar.To me draw near



and kiss these parting lipsthat will unite our hearts.

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In conversation with a foreigner he burst into laughter.Not understanding the languageI humoured him.----------------------------T’is easyto be a virgin in seclusion.How greater this virtuein the midst of the worldand all its inclusion.

STUMPED, STUFFED & BUGGERED OUTBACK…Christopher .Bodame. 98

Outback WombatTakes the bat -( ill-wind at willow. )Dust bowl - ball roll ...Take that you bloody rat!

- Whack!- How's That!?-You bloody beauty !

` - Rootaroo!

-Stuff Footie. Bugga Rugga.-Ya can't beat a stumpingwith Matilda Outback.

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Scientists with eyes encircling sunsand by all they are encircledannounce 'reality'.But could they with inner eyearise to glimpse the inner sunthey well might glimpse 'totality'.---------------------Love is love without speaking -



the resurrected language of a lost tongue.-----------------------------Death leant over mewith a kiss on her lipsas I in the darkness of birth

fumbled for her breast.-------------------

An old man diesand the mourning in his eyes stare widetowards the star gleaming skies of his dreaming.And his stagnant deathgoes streaminginto fragrant breathlike fire from deadwood.--------------

A sleeping childis a sacred site -a holy aureole of Christmas night.

A wakeful childis a sacred site -a dancing aureole of morning light.-------------------The Materialistwho strives to arrive

at the fourth dimensiais inevitablysubdued to concludethat this crude viewis a figment of his dimentia.-------------------The Guru

My servantsaid he meta humble man upon the streetwho did insistthat holinesswas often the adornment of the egotist.

Yes, yes, I snapped.Quite right. Quite so.But please desist.Now's no time for wisdom.



Hand me my robe!----------------

Her smileis the prophet's vision

The sacred baptismby which the saintsand the countenance of holy livesare sacrificed.

O Minstrel singLet the King's musicians play.Let the holy knights mountto the fight of the seventh day.

And may the rainbowed fountain

spray with life these eyeswhere they lay stillwith the blood of the doveon the hill.For this heart full willsTo fly away to her smile.-----------May I die before I waketo stand before the mystic gate -where Individual Freedomclasps hands with the Queen of Fate.

------------------I beheld two soulsin warm affectionembrace each othersdear perfection.And though well pleasedto be neither of either I envied each the lover ----------------

The Immaculate Conception

Thinking is a holy act -a conception immaculate.And with every pure thoughta holy child is wroughtof earth-divine union -most holy communion.



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Seeing onlythe beauty of the blossomwe fled across the field

trampling underfootthe very budthat bore our heart.---------------We seek to serveat the feet of the Master.Of this we are unworthy -But who are we to judge?-------------There is only Lifelife and life only.

And what otherwise seemsis only life inbetween.So, whatever you seeor agree it to be.It seems to meit could not otherwise be.For such is Lifelife and life only.----------------The grey seagull -contrary to public opinion -

to the surfer did say ...

" @#@#@^&^%!!!"

... then flew away.--------------------God Save the Queen –all the unloved, the untouchedand all the unclean.

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Art is, what we are not.Thus we seek to engagein our creative becoming.

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Today we stand as somewhat self-arrogant individuals imprisoned within our ownself-righteous aloneness – a vacuous and self-bloated king or Queen overseeingan air-castle kingdom constructed from a myriad thought-bubbles. And in thisvacuity of the ‘self’ seek to fill the void with noise and all sorts of fluff, stuffing andmore noise, anything to evade the sensed irrelevance of our subscription

relativity.

All Philosophy is thoughtful speculation towards the strengthening anddevelopment of the faculty of thinking. Such is the History of Philosophy. Whenthinking has reached its fullness of development in the individual, therePhilosophy ends, and thinking turns its focus back upon itself, that is, the self thatsends forth thinking. This is the first step towards real and true knowledge of theself, for it is the self that applies the concepts true and real or false and untrue tothe world. If these concepts in their application are to have any worth, then their substantiation must be apprehended within the self. If this is achieved, then onlythen does self-knowledge irradiate the world to become world-knowledge.

Western Philosophy commenced with Aristotle. Philosophy reaches its fulfillment,its ending with Rudolf Steiner’s Philosophy of Freedom. Where Philosophy endsSelf-Knowledge begins – Applied Epistemology.

Wisdom is the crystallization of suffering.If this is so, then Love is the flower that rises from this crystal seed.

I am asked: When am I most happy? Happiness or what it is held to be seems tome to be a self-indulgent delusion. However, when my self in thinking dances inthe light of reuniting with the non-sensible light of its own source, if only faintly

and in passing, then do I recognise the quest and longing for all that is embracedby the word ‘happiness’.

A new planet 16 billion kilometers from the Sun has been recently discovered.One would be considered stupid to conclude that this would be the last of it. Andyet one is considered astutely scientific when one denies the existence of God,even when one does not know what God is; and all this even before such ascientist has full knowledge of the world at large.

The ‘self’, that which is individually unique has become so highlighted throughthe development of the individualized faculty of thinking, that individual Thinking

has now crowned the individual, has crowned the ‘self’ as the king of its kingdom.And with this crowning achievement the ‘self’ has now separated itself out of theworld; it stands apart as a world observer; there is ‘I’ and there is all that is ‘not I’.The ‘I’ now feels itself separated from the world and would give up everything of its kingship to once again feel a unification with the world – its God is Dead, whileit ‘the self’ has become a god unto itself, but its birth has been won at the deathof its God (Spirit): “my kingdom for a horse” , “water, water all around but not adrop to drink”. The ‘ I’, the ‘self’ seeks to reunite its newly won self-consciousness



with all that it has lost in the process of gaining ‘self-consciounsess’, OR it seeksto negate its newly won self-consciousness by sidestepping it, by artificiallyenhancing it or diminishing it, or obliterating it.

And here we come to that modern phenomenon and preoccupation of thepresent culture – the quest for the self, the road to self-discovery ‘We seek himhere, we seek him there...”. This phenomenon takes on many forms and crossesmany therapies – all seeking to make whole (wholistic) that which has been tornapart. In other words, trying to make the individual which has been extracted,disconnected into self-consciousness from the world, once more whole,wholesome, wholistic, connected, and a vital participating organ in the fabric andbody of the world process.

Every thing is consciousness. There is no experience other than what isexperienced in consciousness. There is nothing save consciousness. The source

of consciousness in the human being is the ‘I’. All pursuit of knowledge is thepursuit of the ‘I’ to realize the reality of that which says ‘I’. The ‘I’ stands in everymoment in stunned wonder of it-self, and the ‘W sound’ of Wonder reverberatingwithin the ‘I’ forms the question ‘WI’- Why?’ - ‘Why I?’.

Separation is the cause of all suffering; hence, the longing to re-unite.True Science equals True KnowledgeTrue Knowledge equals True ArtTrue Art equals True ReligionTrue Religion is the Path to Re-Unification

For the most we are pilgrims and pupils of false knowledgeartificial artand decadent religious shadows.

* * *All concepts are consciousnessAll concepts are cognised in consciousness

* * *If a person cannot give you anythingIt’s only your incapacity to receive.

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Estranged from our inner lifeWe escape into noiseTo annul the void.

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What great longing heaves within our hollownessSells itself for a little restThen languishes in its soulessness.

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All I’ve preached I’ve far from reached.

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Every single thing on earth that artTo sight may seem obscure and trite.But when seen against the lightHails the glory of angelic art.

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I wish to linger on the verge of death.My last request –To see you as I saw youBefore you loved another.

Would you, could youRefuse to love the dying.

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Ignorance knowing truthCeases to be ignorant.Neighbours they have been for longYet still they do not know each other.Are they not the best of friends?Or have we suffered under false teachers?

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Selfishness struggles to unveil for self The secrets of the Self.But selfishness itself is the veilThat veils the Self.

* * *Most people on most nightsListen to the darkness



And intermittent black.

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Voices rise and fall

Echoing ancient truths.Yet my friend, how sad an endThat the echoer remains but an echo.

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We all know and to each other wisely confessIn a moment’s stress: ‘I’m not perfect’Which more often than notIs justification of our lossthan a step towards perfection.

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The broad road of the plainTo the narrow path of the mountain leads.Yet it is easier to endure the dreamThan to awaken… thus do we wander.

* * *Only fools and faggots seePerfection as a static state of dead eternity.

However, were this true as they supposeIt could only be an extension of that stateIn which they now repose.

* * *In DedicationTo all those who sacrificed their lifeRather than bow down to death.

* * *The Oracle without, once spokenIs now the Spirit withinAnd thought is its token.

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Opinion is but a static aspectOf the everchanging lie.



* * *All we possess is often the measure of what possesses us.

* * *Everything that enters into physicality enters into a death and a dying process.

Within birth is the seed of dying. Afterall, all things pass away. Yet it is so, that inthe processes of death and dying are really to be found the processes of transforming of consciousness. And if one were able to view these forces whichpure thinking can do, we shall see in the conceiving that these/this transformingis really a process of transforming death into Resurrection, i.e. the potency of lifewithin death – the spirit of individual consciousness is slowly gaining in strength,whereby it will overcome/discard that death by which it was born. What was oncewas accomplished - become – by one, is the becoming to which we will all‘Become’. All processes are that of transformation, of development, of growth,the process of resurrection overcoming the processes of dying and death inphysicality. 2nd January 2006.

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The artist seeks the pure concept while the craftsperson seeks to manifest it in itsparticulars.

The artist seeks the revelation, while the craftsperson reveals the artist.

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Confirmation of one’s stupidityis using the measurements of deathto measure life,.

Sweaty, petty palms a wooing –when left hand knows notwhat the right is doing.

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The moral-will at every level of masteryrelinquishes its’ self in service.

* * *New Zealanders may be sheepishWhile in Australia “G’day” is just a day away from being “Gay.”



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The true artist creates from the template of the divineThe craftsperson recreates from the template of the artist.

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The highest art is Love.

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Wisdom is the crystallization of experience, and all experience is suffering, thenLove is the flower that rises from this crystal seed.

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Originality is often mistaken for the clever, cunningregurgitation and rearrangement of that which has already been accomplished.

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Tis the thought that countsfor what the ‘thinking I’ revealsthe ‘will in I’ makes real.Reception – Conception – Inception.

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Sticks and stones may break our bonesBut in every unkind word our silent self doth wailfor in every damning detail we our self impale.

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The Anti-Christ will charm our pants off then stake our every orifice.

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Self-Resurrection may be apprehended in the eternity of a moment,but its realization may take eons and eons of time.

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Eternity is the invisible stream upon which apparent ad-infinitum appears visible.

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Self-deception interwoven with every perception.Self-conception interwoven with every conceivable perception.

* * *The worst of being human is the potentiality for pettiness and perversity at every

level of inhumanity, even while aspiring to the highest.

* * *Separation is consciousness. Individuality is the consciousness of separation.The quest for knowledge is the quest in consciousness to realize the reality of one’s self in separation, and the reality from that which it has been separatedfrom. When knowledge comes to apprehend the ‘true in things’ it comes toapprehend its invisible guide – true religion, the invisible knowledge by which weapprehend the and make whole – reunite -that which has been separated.

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You’re intelligent, so please tell me how is it possible for human beings to carefor the earth when they corrupt what is foremost in their care – their own body?

* * *It is true: all things pass away.But that which comprehends the passingdoes not pass away.

* * *It is a necessary folly in the development of human thinking that it seeks toovercome the constraints of materialism by acquisition?. Similarly, the folly in

thinking which believes it disproves eternity while exploring infinity, when eveninfinity is finite.

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Art is what we are, but not conscious of, thus our being pursues itas an act of consecration and consummation in consciousness of what beingwas, is, and can be.

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If we are not masters of our own thinkingthen we must be slaves to the thinking of others.

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Hatred is simply the preservation of self-love.Wherever is hate is unresolved self-love.



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Apprehension is when we confront that which was previously onlycomprehension.

* * *The measure of our humanity is the measure by which the moral-motive entersour deeds.

* * *We have become free individuals by overthrowing Pharoahs, Caesars, Kings andQueens and the blood of birth, only to become slaves to blood economics –Greed.

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Non-thinkers ‘Believe’, and false thinkers are fanatical.True thinkers know the above do not know,and is the cause of their manifest show.

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The more human we become the more we embrace all creaturesWhile the animalistic in humanity degrades animals.

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I have observed that when self-honesty is not presentWe draw on principles we possess, but don’t manifest.* * *

All fact is fiction until pure perception and pure conception unite in cognition.

* * *We all shine in the sun but few I’ve seen in the darkness.

* * *Belief or disbelief doesn’t change the actuality, only clouds into delusion one’svision of reality.

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I must for the most be absurdfor I’m continually answeredwithout first being heard.



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Words revealBut can never unravel.

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I wanted to buy her everythingBut my standard of living was too high.

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Estranged from our inner lifeWe escape into noiseTo annul the void.

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Shadows followedLead to nightWherein the darkest depthIs found the height of light.* * *

The high cliff I ascend.They who do not understandFear I am with deathlike thoughts.

Those who know, know wellFor they have seen the view.

* * *The wanderer goes with feet exposedAnd toes yawning –a barefoot step in the after-rain mud.

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To overcome painis only possible by pain.

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Those we pillage as we march forwardReturn to pillar us from behind.



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Did you misunderstand the answer Or was it I, who misunderstood the question?

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How many are the abnormalities that constitute normality.

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Beyond the word where lies your understanding.

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What is the essence of expression?And what is it that would itself express?

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The essence of man is the uprightness of his ‘I’.

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The difference between the brain and the mind is this:

The brain when hit on the head, forgets itself While the mind amused, observes.

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GRACE

As the bread is bornIn the harmonious workingOf Cosmos and EarthSo may our destiniesIn working harmonyFind rebirthThrough Christ’s deed of Love on Earth.

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