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Deriving their authority from Silence, the Great Sophia perfects everyone by reflecting on Life without the use of speech.

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The Only Lonely Life

Started by JD. Last reply by JD on Sunday. 1 Reply

The Asunder of the Veils

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chambers of the night

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a night prayer

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"Memory" by H.P. Lovecraft

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Koans of The Night

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Listening to Heart's Song More

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The Truer Tale of Icarus: A Horus

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The Flowering Tree

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Rosicrucian
Comment by Rachelle Hermtrisme on February 3, 2016 at 9:39am

Thanks for the Invite Anki :) 

Comment by Nino Kether on February 2, 2016 at 8:49am

A Kether Muse
Written
1-30-2016

The rain flows down the window glass
swerving back and forth along random pathways.
Pushed along by gravity's mighty hand
it has no choice but to travel downward.
I know that time is passing for the movement tells me so.
But why does it feel as though time is standing still?
“How many hours have I been sitting here?” I ask myself.
In immediate response a voice answers, “Does it matter?”
It is Shadow's voice.
At that query my ears slowly begin to fill
with the sound of the rain upon the roof
and I feel as if I am awaking from a dream.
Perhaps I am.
The random path my life has taken sometimes seems like
like the travels of the rain, meandering,
being push forward by unseen hands
from one dream awakening to the next.
But I see those times, like Robert Frost,
where the road is my own to choose
as I slip into another dreamlike state.
I hear Shadows voice whispering,
“There you go.”
Memories appear from the fog
shimmering in dappled sunlight.
Visible for a moment then gone.
Memories of the forks in the road
where I have chosen my own path
not guided by the hands of Fate.
The Moirai spin, measure and cut
as the tapestry of a life is woven.
It seems so easy to blame the Fates
for the patterns that emerge.
Shadow whispers, “You choose the pattern
and the Fates follow your song.”
I can hear the steady rhythmic beat
of warp and weft echoing off unseen walls around me.
The sounds grows louder and increases in speed
as my heart seems to match the rhythm.
AhRa KaRa.
AhRa KaRa AhRa KaRA
AhRA KaRA!
Abruptly all is silent except the rhythm of the rain falling.
I open my eyes to once again to see
the meandering drops sliding down the window glass.
I feel alone as Shadow departs
leaving reflections of light in the raindrops.
The rain is steered by the hands of Fate, not I.

Comment by Being on October 27, 2012 at 9:43am

Beauty

Where is Beauty?
I search for her.
Where is Love,
Her other Self?

When I find them,
Will I know it?
When I find them
Will Wisdom come?

Where is Peace?
I yearn for her.
Where is Home?
I want to go there.

As the road open at my feet
Will I tread it open hearted?
Can I clearly see my Way?
Is it marked? Yes, I have started.




Alchemist
Comment by william23 on October 1, 2012 at 1:18pm

thanks


Alchemist
Comment by william23 on October 1, 2012 at 12:33pm

love this picture Julian, where is it from?

 

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Comment by Being on September 24, 2012 at 4:52pm

Gift                                                               8/20/12

 

By the lake at Sunset

Reflections of soft lavender

Mix with oranges and red

High lighted by searing rays and twinkles

All reflected in the depths of the lake waters

And stunningly present above

 

Gifts for those below now full of wonder and awe

Seeking the Source of all this beauty

And when revealed suddenly

The depth of this wondrous gift

Stuns one into silence and appreciation

Followed by Heavenly Music played into

the interior heart of the Watcher

 

Well-Being fills the air

All  is well – God cares

 

 


Alchemist
Comment by william23 on September 10, 2012 at 1:40pm

IN THE MIDWAY OF THIS MORTAL LIFE,

I FOUND ME IN A GLOOMY WOOD, ASTRAY.

-Dante

Comment by Being on May 13, 2012 at 1:08pm

True Heart

 

Keep a True Heart.

Love as much as you can.

Conquer anger and hate which

Burns your heart away

Bit by Bit or all at once.

 

Love and give blessings.

Love and give thanks for all your Blessings.

 

Yes, who and what you are is known.

Who you are changing to re-unite with

Knows you well.

When you remember

You will well know too.

 

'The Memory of Perfection' is the beautiful expression referring to The garden before the skin.

Think of how would you feel being back Home/ Source living in Love and Beauty within a place of Balance, Peace, Power, Strength and Harmony as a fulfilled Spiritual Persona and more...

 

Comment by Nemo on May 9, 2012 at 11:01pm

   

        Song of Mahamudra

This ordinary mind of nowness is untouched by fixations on birth and

liberation.

It's unceasing manifestation is unshaken by projections.

The realm of Samsara and Nirvana appear simultaneously-

This is the effortless path of the marvellous mahamudra.

Seeing the self-existing ground of insight'

The gates of Samsara and Nirvana fall into step,

And the apparent confusion of the three worlds collapses into space.

The three bodies of enlightenment are arrived at in a natural state,

So why look forward to future results?

This is the special teaching of the Kagupas

Thinking on that, I emulate my forefathers.

           Song of the 16th Gyalwa Karmapa

Comment by Being on May 4, 2012 at 5:01pm

Angels

Collect all the figurines your heart desires.
Invest them as symbols of love and caring.
But no figures of wood, porcelain, paper, cloth, gilt  and paint
Are real although the thought conveys
Alertness, awareness,desire for more...
More than meets the eye which your heart tells you exists inside.

Real Angels flutter within your  breast
Putting woes and cares to rest
Putting out lessons for you know
That  is where the start and stop and go
                        come from.

The summary is that:
Aspects of yourself they are,
Mysteries from near and far,
Interior  visions  of  True Reality
Made from Mind for you to see.

Lessons come and lessons go.
You change and change until you know
How much you’re worth and Who you are
Becoming perfect without a flaw.

No longer  a tar baby***

 
 
 

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