One part of this global fraud which, I believe, plays heavily into why so many are in near catatonic states begins with the denial/withholding of our reincarnation - fallacy only made worse - when compounded by the savior/messiah myth. From cradle to grave people are trained to emulate & revere those who themselves never questioned the prior actions & beliefs of those whom they sought outside themselves - hunting in the vast seas of gross matter for worthless dross to fill and appease those ancient emotional & spiritual voids. Voids caused by empty deceit, and so they wont ever be successfully healed by flimsy material - gain - matter is only matter it cant love you and if you love it then congratulations you sourced one of your major flaws. This global grift, methinks, constitutes about 25% of why so many people willingly & unquestioningly accept things from the authoritarians who, by now, is on their hundred and fifty-fifth thousandth incarnation as leader (again!) who will, again, consciously chose to be mentally blind. Blind? Yes; mentally blind. Simply because that state has folks seeking outside ensuring that they will never be without pause & introspection. Ergo they will miss their own reflections - which seems to be a most infallible way to keep people in their wireless cages. Anywho; I have thought about the above often and when I just re-read a favorite poem those ruminations appeared as if they hadnt left. And the poem is definitely for this group and is called the THE LAW by nameless (name is unknown - same difference). And it follows: The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run. And when into chaos the system is hurled Again shall the Builder reshape a new world. Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal: Move on for your orbit is fixed to your soul. And though it may lead into darkness of night The torch of the Builder shall give it new light. You were. You will be! Know this while you are: Your spirit has traveled both long and afar. It came from the Source, to the Source it returns The Spark which was lighted eternally burns. It slept in a jewel. It leapt in a wave. It roamed in the forest. It rose from the grave. It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years And now in the soul of yourself It appears. From body to body your spirit speeds on It seeks a new form when the old one has gone And the form that it finds is the fabric you wrought On the loom of the Mind from the fibre of Thought. As dew is drawn upwards, in rain to descend Your thoughts drift away and in Destiny blend. You cannot escape them, for petty or great, Or evil or noble, they fashion your Fate. Somewhere on some planet, sometime and somehow Your life will reflect your thoughts of your Now. My Law is unerring, no blood can atone The structure you built you will live in alone. From cycle to cycle, through time and through space Your lives with your longings will ever keep pace And all that you ask for, and all you desire Must come at your bidding, as flame out of fire. Once list’ to that Voice and all tumult is done Your life is the Life of the Infinite One. In the hurrying race you are conscious of pause With love for the purpose, and love for the Cause. You are your own Devil, you are your own God You fashioned the paths your footsteps have trod. And no one can save you from Error or Sin Until you have hark’d to the Spirit within.
Posted on: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 01:40:42 +0000
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