I drowned in words
Suffocating in torrents of ideas
And then i remembered:
Words must die
If humans are to live
(from a Sufi source)
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I drowned in words
Suffocating in torrents of ideas
And then i remembered:
Words must die
If humans are to live
(from a Sufi source)
10/09/2015
If my Self is a stranger in this land too
A poor wanderer who lost his way
Why should I not
Be service to that Self
Who so desperately yearn for loving care
That Self and all the other Selves
All these wanderers seeking a trail
We all must calm down
And cease to produce these dust carrying winds
In which no eye can see
12.09.2015
A Hundred Balls of Fire
Imagine a ball of Fire
Wrapped by other balls of less fire
Say, a hundred balls
One inside-outside the next one
Until the innermost ball
That lends his life force - so it seems to you –
To all the balls around him
And you stand outside
A bit distanced
Watching and feeling
From time to time you see people
Going inside and coming outside from the Ball
And you ask one of the men who came out
What is this fire ?
And he replies:
It is the fire of Truth
And who are you that go inside it and come outside, you ask
And he replies:
We are the lovers of Truth
And do you not burn, you ask
- Knowing that you see in front of you an intact person –
And he answers:
We are on fire but we are not burnt
We are the people who love to be on fire, he adds
And why do you love to be on fire ? you ask
And he says;
Because then we feel most alive, the most I, the most One, the most
And you stand outside the balls of fire
In a safe distance
And you ask yourself if ever
You will have the courage
To step inside the balls
And burn and burn and burn
And become into Being
And once I asked him:
And what are you doing there in the fire ?
And he answered:
We mend people
We build them anew
What people ? I asked
Ourselves, he answered
And once in anger I asked him:
And to whom do you bring benefit at all ?
And he answered:
To whom do you think we should ?
To us all, I answered in heat, not calculating my words
And he just looked at me, keeping silent
This piece was weitten in response to the following in Corey's FB:
http://spherebeingalliance.com/blog/...permeable.html
http://spherebeingalliance.com/thumb...pg&w=400&h=400
15.09.2015
When you will open the door
To a new world
(or rather the door will be opened asudden)
A great void will be opened inside
Turmoil fear and confusion
Will threaten your life
But if you listen to me
Don't be afraid
Go with your daily routines
And cut some vegetables for a salad
Take the time that is needed
For the new world to fill in the void
And the void that is filled, it is you
A Me much much grander than you ever expected
Not less grander than the world
That is daily unfolding
With portals ETs and the rest
Come will the time
When you will feel how wondrous
Is the stuff that is pouring inside you
And come will the days
When you will find yourself
Overflowed with wonder joy and fulfillment
And your life no longer will be like yester they were
Or today
Portals:
After, or rather during, listening to the 12'th episode on GAIAMTV, today: Cosmic Web
in which Corey describes their existence, matter of fact, I felt a sense of deep awe wonder and joy.
I wrote the following in his FB:
If I was a child in a future advanced society, where portals is something that is taken for granted
I would have to grow and develop in order to understand how magical it all is.
But I am a child of Earth bidden society, heavy, chained very much to physical sense perception.
So when Corey, so matter of fact, simply rolls the facts for us I feel deep and wonderful estonishment and joy.
What makes this testimony strong is probably the fact that he is a spokeman for a strong body of people
who gave him the green light to speak.
And, quite probably, it is the right time.
One more thing. I admit that all the wonderful technology in the worlds is not, for me,
a match with "the technology of the heart", my inner spiritual groath.
The external wondrful revelation about portals, for example, is mainly valuable for me
as an assitence for my inner possibilities and the continuing striving of progress with the 'stuff of soul'
18/09/2015
I am not a Truther
Anyone saying that he is
Is a liar and a fool
At best I am a lover of Truth
And this can be affirmed by Truth alone
But She is always silent
Talking In the language of the dumb only
Assume you are always on the verge of lying
And She may favour you with a glance
She well knows how easily I betray her
Any one, from the surface or from below in whom I feel
the spirit of good intention, I am willing to step with, together,
into the future.
If he suspects that I am a barbarian I will do my best to live
in such a way that will show him that I am better than he thought.
Each of us will have to seek what is wrong inside himself
and try and improve.
We all have to aspire to become more positive.
To sink into mutual accusations is a weakness.
On this basis much good can be achieved.
The really evil ones are few.
But before you accuse those underground cultures, do you believe that they exist ?
25/09/2015
Flood them
Flood them with real information
All of it
Day in and day out
Quanta after quanta
Pushing their heads to expand, the very skull bones to grow
They will be excited at first
But then they will cry:
Stop it, Stop it
We cannot take it anymore
Its too much
It is killing us
Shut the flood, shut it now
We want the flat dreams of yesterday
(A song of self mockery)
25/09/2015
Calm down
Much excitement
Lots of new info
Good omens
And a crowd
Is a crowd
Cheering
And I caution myself:
You are not a baby any longer
Calm down
When the celebrations will be over Eternity will still be here
25/09/2015
We are rational people
Of course we are rational people
We are mature people
Of course we are mature people
So why should we believe
That we happen to live in a unique time and place
Where-When all of sudden
Science fiction will become reality
And legends will become truth
No
We are mature and experienced and sober
We are rational smart and sophisticated
Oh how sophisticated we are
But
If legends in a few years will become truth
And science fiction will become reality
What a shame it will be
What a shame
And we shall then know
That we missed the exceptional opportunity
To experience the Great Transition in Real Time
And only be comforted that we experienced our own folly in Real Time
Oh a challenge in rebuttal to deafen the words.
I accept by pasting a poem I made 10 years ago.
Shivafari
And Shiva dances faster,
The storms mistaken,
By some,
For now.
The laughter has already begun.
The mind, the wind, the sun.
Jah is mighty,
They free their feet.
They feel thou warmth,
Understand its song.
So be true,
And nought be wrong.
Fear not the storm,
For it caresses,
And defines thine will.
26/09/2015
Honey Trap
Corey said a couple of times that Earth, or maybe the whole solar system is a Honey Trap.
I undestand him to mean a Honey Trap for the Evil or STS inclined, so that, come the right time,
supposedly this time, much evil will be captured at one swoop.
So I thought I will write me a little song.
It is nice to think of Earth as a Honey Trap
A Loosh Trap rather
And we are the Loosh
And no one asked us
If we agree to be
Loosh or honey or bees
But maybe noone is obliged to ask us
Or maybe we were informed ahead of time and agreed ?
Imagine we were adviced to not Loosh ourselves
Because demons are Loosh lovers
And rather produce Honey which attracts Angels.
In any case
We descended into Loosh Country
And even when we made our best to produce Honey
Still we were partners in living to all the Loosh production
And we tasted all the evil we partnered to produce.
What else is left for me but to cry and laugh
At this Loosh-Honey mixture of our History ?
I have heard about these artists and listened to them just today,
after reading an article of praise in an Israeli newspaper, 'Haaretz'
Kayhan Kalhor and Erdal Erzincan Vahdat Hall Concert کیهان کلهر و اردل ارزنجان
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_8fAscnvkyM
Habil Aliyev - Dilberim
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZ7I1xGdYkQ
27/09/2015
The Cycle of Life
I write a song
And it springs out of me
Sprinkling awhile in the light
Then it falls back into me
Disappears and forgotten
* This is the Torus of creation
28/09/2015
Happy fish
In murky waters
Murky fish we swim
Dreaming of clear water
And happy fish
All Theories
Are doomed to perish
And in their death
They gaurantee the continuation of Life