The
Virgin Womb of Eternity
The
Jewel in the crown of Creation
Unification
And the Mystic Teaching in the Resurrection of Consciousness
For an unknown duration after my bubble or
shell and I were annihilated there was nothing. One cannot talk about nothing,
for nothing is the total lack of experience, oblivion; like being switched off,
dead, gone, annihilated. But after a non-duration of
time there was a re-emergence or resurrection of my being, an annihilation of
annihilation as such; but the like of which could never be dreamed or imagined.
No physical eye has ever seen that place, no hand has touched it, no dreaming
mind has thought of it, and its reality has never occurred to the rational mind
which exists in temporality: other than through the memory of the Paradise
event itself.
Annihilation in that mutual convergence was
something like passing through a magic gate: a gap in the universe: a hole in
creation, a gate which separates time and temporal things from the transcendent
realm of a Divine Eternity, the repose of being. Such death is not a death but
rather the ultimate in living, the ultimate in knowing, and the ultimate in
comprehension and affirmation. Likewise is it the ultimate in love, passion,
wisdom, and understanding. From hindsight one would initially ask the question
as to why the nature of things comes to contain such a rare and precious jewel
in the crown of creation which would seem to be so jealously guarded, and
beyond the moat of annihilation itself, that so few people ever come to be
shown it during the course of their life on Earth. A
justified question indeed. For everyone should know this yet while they
live their lives on Earth; or so would be my own judgement and any other human
being who had come to witness this wonder beyond all wonders. Dialogue upon the
transcendent and eternal realm is not going to be easy for the words we use
apply to temporal things and not to the eternal perception of the divine
transcendent realm of perfection in which there is knowledge only of essences
of things and not the things themselves. Moreover the vision of the place
itself is not what paradise is all about, for it is about the feeling and the
knowing and understanding, not the vision; and even though the vision itself is
the vision to end all visions. Among all other things one knows (and realises
from hindsight) is that we are a kind of jug, a vessel, a conduit, through
which the life force itself flows. Without created consciousness to act as such
vessels there could be no further creation, and no point or meaning to creation
without us. We are the banks of the river of the flow of life; and this place
is where the banks of the river of life meet the eternal river-bed. However, it
is not totally impossible to talk of such reality, only very difficult; but
such experience itself solves many mysteries and so called paradoxes. To say
that self consciousness, or I, is resurrected after annihilation is a most
fitting description of the experience, and the best definition of the event.
One could also say the annihilation of annihilation; but one cannot say as to
what is happening in absolute objective terms of reality; for you and I can
never know that. With regards to the ‘awakening’ in that realm then one cannot
make an analogy of going to sleep and then waking up in another place, for that
gives the impression of a continuity; which it is not. It is a broken
continuity of self being. Broken by the act of annihilation.
When we awake from sleep we are the same
person that went to sleep; we vaguely remember going to sleep, we remember
having been asleep, and when we awake we retain our past memories of having
existed before that sleep: and thus a continuity of being even though we
underwent an oblivion of consciousness during dreamless sleep. Neither are we
actually aware of the point of falling asleep, but we sure are aware of being
annihilated; and how. And I often wondered why. But if we did not come to know
then we would never know the connection point between time and the everlasting
eternal moment of being.
Because that place, the transcendent realm,
is judged by us (or me) to be perfection, then for simplicity I refer to it as
Paradise. There are no names however. It would be misleading to refer to it as
‘eternity’, for I always thought of eternity as the sum of all created time.
Indeed time as we know it does not even move there. Thus it is the beginning of
time; hence the womb of eternity. Moreover, nothing at all of experienced
consciousness has ever known that place and dimension by dwelling there. So it
is pristine, fresh, child like, virgin of any other experience or memory; and
hence my justification for referring to it as the Virgin Womb of Eternity.
There are no men or women there and the word virgin has no connotations of that
ilk. However, let us proceed with the event and the understanding of the
eternal wisdom itself.
When we awake in paradise we do not awake in
the sense of coming out of a sleep then; it is nothing like that at all. There
is no waking up or sleeping in that realm, for when you are resurrected into it
you have ALWAYS been there; there is no before. Temporality does not apply
there. Hence, even if we went there a million times it would always be ‘once’
from our perception anyway; and by virtue of annihilation itself. Paradise is
the beginning; and the end is a new beginning. So it is both the beginning and
the end, and then the beginning again. It is like the knot that joins a round
piece of string or loop; or the weld that holds the circle of being together.
It is home! From whence we came. It is my home;
everyone’s home. We are Twins; divine cosmic twins.
One does not wake up then or suddenly come
into self consciousness there for one has always been there and self conscious
within it. Naturally enough you and I can come to question that truth as it is
experienced by the I AM within that realm when we are
in extension of it; and don’t I know it. But you cannot whilst in there; it is
uncontradictable. Thus when self consciousness is restored, shall we say, after
annihilation, it is not the restoration of the personality that went in, thus
it is not really a resurrection in that sense, for that part of ourselves which
exists in that realm has always been there; and the part, the personality, that
went into annihilation does not exist there; but it is still you; the real you;
but the inner and depth eternal you that only this dimension can reveal; and
hold. The part that is never let go of. So much depends then on the reference
point one is talking from when using the term ‘I’ or me. Hence we have to come
to know our true self; that part which IS the real us, and of which everything
else is ultimately objective—even the personality, time and changing events.
In that realm there is no memory of ever
having existed before or elsewhere. There is no before or elsewhere. Thus we
are not talking about the personality existing in paradise but that of the
PERSON. The personality is washed away in annihilation. But nevertheless that
person in paradise is ‘ME’... ‘I AM ME’. It is still my consciousness (you in
your case). But not the you of the temporal senses.
The person and the personality are but two parts of our trinity; and the soul
or overself is the third part—like three quarks in a
proton or three peas in a pod. One could therefore mistakenly talk about the ‘I
AM’ which exists in the womb of eternal mind as being objective from the
personality of the being in time and space; but to do so would be very wrong
and also cause a paradox and alienation of self from self, or the outer from
the inner. Likewise it is painfully obvious from hindsight that some, if not
many (through second hand dialogue and distortions no doubt) have thought this
aspect of being to be the first cause; the unseen living mover of creation
itself. But not so; for there is another, and even
beyond that depth... beyond our self, and which is not us.
The eternal paradise at the ground of our
being is experienced to be the first created thing and place; but certainly not
the creative source itself. Although it is known to be the first emanation of
the creative source itself, the first act of creation. In the beginning man was
indeed in the garden of eternal delight and perfection; paradise. But as I say,
it would still require an ‘act’ to bring forth paradise and the minds within
it. Thus it is also known whilst in that place that there is a deeper but
uncreated reality. But not a deeper reality that you or I can
ever get to; and that is a known fact whilst there. The
I AM which exists in that reality is not the first cause then, and that
is axiomatic at the time. It is the first thing ‘CAUSED’. However, it was not
created in time; certainly not the kind of space-time that you and I know out
here. It is deeper down within the inner structure of emanation than the point
where space times become a phenomenon of extended reality; just as a river is
not the river bed, but without a river bed and the banks there could be no
river. It is the ground of being; not the creative source of all being.
Let us continue however, with the exegesis as
it unfolded. I was resurrected from non existence, death, into a place of
eternal perfection. In that place there is perfect vision, (those who are blind
will see). A vision which must be from two locations I guess because the
vision, the place, is three dimensional; binocular vision. There exists width,
breadth, and depth. The place, realm, goes on as far as one can see, and into a
distance beyond sight itself, for it is everywhere and everything. There is up,
and there is down, there is left and there is right, all relative to the point of
vision needless to say. The vision is of darkness and of infinite jewel like
glowing lights. The lights are like jewels, diamonds set in a sea of purple
glowing darkness; which is not really dark at all, but somehow pulsating with
vitality and being. The lights are small but more than mere points of light,
and they are of various size and distance apart. Some
are even kind of wispy and strung out; but most are roundish.
Neither the darkness or the lights can be described in
a way which does them justice, for the beauty transcends anything known or
knowable. It is the original unadulterated essence and principle of beauty. The
lights in that realm are stationary, or so it seems to observation. Nothing
moves, all is still and silent. The only thing that
moves is I, or self consciousness. I AM slowly drifts through that realm in a
clockwise orbit; a slow orbit, but an orbit nevertheless. Initially it is like
a slow drifting in a straight line. However, it is an orbit, a clockwise orbit
assuming the clock were laying face up on the floor. The orbit is of great
distance and almost perceived as a straight line, but it is known to be an
orbit about an unseen centre. The I that exists there
(us) has no perceived substance or form, it is just pure virgin primordial consciousness
as far as we are concerned; or a mysterious substance which can be made
conscious; a ‘spirit stuff or energy’ of some kind. But what it is made of (if
anything other than consciousness) cannot be known.
It cannot be seen or touched. It is like such
energy is sacrosanct. There is no form to the eyes that see, for it is the
consciousness or energy itself which can see. It can see almost all the way
around itself, but not quite all the way around. Thus you cannot see directly
behind you but you can indeed see well to the left and right in greater vision
than human vision. In ones drifting in this paradise one does not come into
contact with the lights at all; and one does not really know as to what the
lights are, (one can deduce from hindsight though) they are just lights,
beautiful lights, and their configuration slowly alters with the perspective of
ones movement in orbit.
The darkness itself is indescribable, it is
like a translucent glow of purple soup which is somehow vibrant, vital, it is not
a void and it is not mere space in between the lights; it is a ‘something’; but
more like a glowing soup or aura somehow. Perhaps it is the ‘stuff’ that beings
‘congeal’ out of; like planets and stars in the universe. And ones orbit is
through this divine and wondrous darkness amid the jewel like lights. Thus, it
is a brightness as well as a darkness. Like the
twilight of the gods indeed. The description may make it sound a little bit
like the physical universe with the stars amid black space; but it is nothing
like that at all. But if anything then more like the vision
among a nebula in a past supernova.
The lights are much bigger than our
perception of stars which are mere pin pricks of light, and there is a tint of
colour in them even, as I say, like diamonds; but the predominant aura and glow
is white. They have a substance and shape, but there seems to be no absolute
uniformity of shape; but most seem to be round as I say. The darkness is
nothing like outer space, and it is not even dark at all; but dark-ish, like purple which is glowing. The lights are not as
distant as the stars in space even though they are not in contact, and the distances between them is many times their actual size. Thus
it is not like the emptiness of outer space at all. Moreover, one can see all
this without turning ones vision, for indeed one cannot turn ones vision. There
is no ‘Oh, I think I will look that way or this way’... you just see it all,
all the time. But you also know that you are not seeing ‘it all’ at all, for it
is infinite and everywhere.
However, that realm is not about the vision
as I say, it is about the magic; the knowing, the understanding, the passion,
the reality, the knowing the ‘ALL’, the love, the wisdom, the beauty, and above
all else it is about the purpose of creation and being. It is ineffable really.
In a word it is all about ‘being there’; taking part in this Divine mystical
union of creation at root beyond time. It seems that the vision itself is a
kind of bonus perhaps: a place in which to do this knowing yet whilst in a
repose of divine peace; the peace that passes all understanding; perfection,
and affirmation of being. It is like an amen to
creation; the swan song of perfection. It is like the last chord of the
ultimate piece of perfect music; a chord which comes like an
amen after that pregnant pause and build up to the final chord. There
could be nothing cleverer and wiser than to have annihilation precede this
reality; it is like music in that sense; the last, and divine chord of created
being when all has seemed to be done and finished. Moreover, it is also the
beginning as well as the end, as I say, for it is where we come from. It is
like it could be described as the cosmological waiting room of created
consciousness before transmigration into the experience of time, freedom and
activity. There are no other beings perceived (or even known of) in paradise;
one is totally alone with this truth and its reality. Thus the place and the
knowledge is all yours, all mine, all beings from their point of reference and
consciousness; it is the realm where all centres meet beyond space and time in
the primordial motherload of created consciousness,
minds, spirits, beings, whatever you want to call them. ‘Motherload’
does not mean female either. It means the main seam; the core, and the
original. It is PURE consciousness; beyond time, space, and memory. It (I AM)
is the alpha and omega of all extended minds; the beginning and the end of all
created beings in creation; the first creation and the home that awaits the
return of all created minds which are but the children or progeny of creation.
Nothing was created before I AM and paradise:
and nothing is created after me; I am the beginning and the end of creation, (synetic dialogue). Thus it is that the consciousness in the
repose of the eternal domain is the first child of creation—in the Virgin Birth
of creation itself. The real and only Virgin Birth (and this one is not
symbolic, it is the real thing). Before the mountains high and wide, before the
sea’s did flow, before the stars gave forth their
light, even then, I said, I KNOW. Before my personality was, I AM. Before cave
men came into being, I AM. Look deeper than the stones of the earth and the
oceans, and there you will find me; I am the light which is beyond them all; I
am the light of life and the resurrection. Know me, and you will know your
self; for I AM... and you are I AM.
Thus it is not metaphysics but proto-physics;
before physics. It is not ‘after time’ (although it is that also) it is before
time moved; before changing events emanated forth from the centre of all being
and the eternal point of no duration. We are there at the beginning, like the
observer of the first act of creation.
Our self consciousness in that dimension
cannot think; thinking is a temporal process; but it is totally aware
nevertheless, (thus, knowledge before thought: thus thought depends on
knowledge... NOT the other way around as many seem to
assume. Earthly philosophers are like mere babies in Divine ignorance). It (we)
is (are) not aware of things as we are aware of things out here however, but it
is aware of what can only be described as the essences and eternal principles
and qualities of things; truths; depth realities; quality; meaning; purpose;
beauty; wisdom; passion. That root of our being of eternal consciousness, that
part of ourselves which exists there at the deepest
level, the first child of creation, is totally in absolute love, a passion
beyond description. It is filled with the passion of being to such a degree
that if you and I out here were to have that degree of passion burning inside
of our temporal minds or guts then we would blow up; (and perhaps this caused
it to happen during an incarnate life; who knows, who knows); but such passion is
like dynamite. It is not like the watered down love we know in this world, and
certainly wonderful though that be. It is more comparable to the heat at the
big bang with that of absolute Cosmic temperature now.
In this life we tend to think of wisdom as
that of knowing what to do, of doing the right and proper thing; because it is
wise to do that thing; but that is intelligence not wisdom. However, the wisdom
within that consciousness is nothing like that. Its wisdom is the knowledge of
creation itself; the knowledge of the heart: the knowledge of itself and its
eternal existence. Knowledge also of that which is not itself; otherness; that
which gave event to paradise and oneself; it is uncontradictable certainty of
creation; purpose; being; and the wisdom of the beginning and the end of all
things. And thence all of which I sum up in the terms the ‘Eternal Gnosis’ or
the ‘Eternal Wisdom’.
It is a divine swoon of the exultation of the
love of being; and being a part of it all. That ‘I AM’ knows well enough that
something brought it forth into being; it knows well enough that it does not
contain its own causation. It also knows that the cause of its creation is not
paradise itself (the place) in its origin; and not within paradise itself in
absolute terms. The first cause cannot be seen, it cannot be directly known
independent of essences and created forms, and yet in a way it knows of nothing
else other than its love for its source of being. And its source of being is
that of no created thing; no thing created. And it is not questionable; it is
uncontradictable knowledge and certain reality. There is no doubt. Thus, if it
could be said that one is ‘contemplating’ whilst there, which is true in a way,
then the thing which one is concentrating (not thinking) on in this swoon of
passion, knowledge and delight is that of the love of ‘No Created Thing’. If you follow my meaning.
Thus it is that such child of consciousness (us in there)
is in love and wisdom and yet it is but a child; a virgin creation; a virgin
birth no less: pure in its love of otherness and the love of itself and its
home which was created for it. Pure in the sense that it
cannot think. Pure in the sense that it has had no
other experience beyond that of paradise itself. Pure
in its love which is unconditional of anything, and unadulterated. For
although it somehow knows everything in there, you and I (out here) would say
that it knows nothing at all in the sense that we consider knowledge and
understanding things. It is a very strange thing, for in this world there are
two things that you and I can never ever know; one of them is everything, and
the other is nothing. (For ‘knowing’ means to know ‘some
thing’). And yet that part of ourselves in that
realm knows only two things: one of them is everything (the essence and
principle of) and the other is no thing. How odd, how very odd; it is like a
reciprocal reality, or the square root of minus one—except that this place
exists in reality. The ‘I AM’ of that realm has no knowledge of Earth and incarnate
existence. No knowledge of the universe or universes of space and time. No
knowledge of created forms other than itself and paradise. Those who claim that
they are communicating with the dead may or may not be communicating with other
living beings somewhere, but not beings in this reality, not the totally
transcendent. They are sacrosanct and belong to something else for that
duration.
In the eternal paradise then there is only One, and the one is the all; (for we are all identical in
it). It is only from hindsight and whilst on Earth (with remembrance of
paradise) that we can know that all created consciousness sees it that way, and
in the same way; thus all beings perceive the oneness in the divine
transcendent realm of perfect repose, perfect love, and perfect wisdom.
In that place there is no pain, no worry (no
bills to pay) no answering to do; no eating, no sleeping, no thinking, no
memory, no remorse; no hopes or desires, no fears; nothing negative. Thus it is
also then a Mono-Pole reality; all positive and no negative; (hence no
negation). All good, no bad. All
beauty, no ugliness. All ‘now’, no past or future.
All understanding and affirmation, no doubt or unknowing.
All answers, no questions. Good god almighty, why was anything ever created so
good? Who knows, who can answer! Only that child knows; and that is its
wisdom—and it is you.
*
As I drifted in a slow orbit swathed in a
love which is ineffable, beyond words and full rational understanding, in a wisdom
which is beyond dialogue, in a place of eternal and everlasting perfection, I
suddenly heard a voice or command (or the experience of one) and understood a
‘command’ or directive! I had never heard a voice or command before in all my
existence, and I was in fear and panic. The voice, or
command said...
“It is now time to go!”
Words cannot begin to describe. I had never
known communication or words or commands before. I did not know as to what was
communicating with me, or how or why... was it me or
was it something else... I began thinking... what IS thinking! There is nothing
else, only me! I did not know what ‘go’ meant, and yet somehow I did begin to
understand, and as I began to understand I was in even more fear and panic,
(was I biting from the TREE of knowledge) for there was nowhere else to go;
only this place exists.... No, no, I do not want to go (I do not know how I
invoked or understood such communication for I had never communicated with
anything). But I know not of ‘go’, this is my home and my love... I cannot go!
(The first thought... and not by choice.)
“It is all well that you must go now, for
something out there is in need and you must now be with it: do not fear, it is all well that you must go now... now be with it!”
That fear at knowing I was ‘going’ is not
possible to put into words; it could not be put into words. But one knew
nothing of other things, or worlds, or time and space. Nothing.
Nothing other than Eternal Paradise.
*
I did not open my eyes for they had never
been closed as far as I know. Returning was instantaneous action at a distance.
I was looking at a cat fast asleep on my lap. My arms hung limp at my side. The
fire had long since burned away and all was as quiet as the grave. It was very
late into the evening and growing cold, yet my body was warm, comfortable. All
was as it had been except the fire was out, the cat fast asleep; and about
three hours or so had elapsed.
No amount of words or pages could ever sum up
my initial feelings and thoughts on returning to temporal conscious and the
same life that I had left seemingly millions of millions of years ago. Yet it
was but three hours ago. I must have sat staring at the wall ahead of me for
the next hour dumb-struck; without moving as much as an eyeball or a muscle. I
was in shock. There are no words to describe the feeling, the shock, the
excitement, the annoyance of coming back—the impossibility of it all. I was
shocked, joyful, sad at returning, bemused,
enlightened, annoyed, happy, mind blown yet understanding all at the same
instant.
By the time I got around to moving it was
about eleven p.m. I wondered as to what would have happened to the children if
the house had caught fire or if one of them had woke up and come
down-stairs. I thought more in that next hour than I had thought in all my past
life put together; but none of my thinking made any sense to the rational mind.
When I came to my full rational senses I shouted out to myself... “Good grief
almighty what the hell was that?!” I was indeed back to normality, my old
charming ignorant self. But perhaps not quite so ignorant
now.
I staggered into the kitchen to make a strong
cup of coffee which I took up to bed with me. The children were sleeping fine
and did not look as though they had moved all evening. I did not think I would
ever be able to sleep ever again. But wrong again, for I was sound asleep
within no time at all, and before my wife returned home from her evening out
with friends. I never told anyone of that event; the paradise event, for twenty
years or more, for obvious reasons. Not a word; not a mention. What the hell
could one say anyway! And we all know well enough the reaction it would
receive. It was therefore not only the secret teaching—but unspeakable! Or was
it!?
I had undergone what I later came to call the
‘Mutual Convergence’ (in annihilation). Twenty years later I underwent yet
another most profound experience which I came to call the ‘Reciprocal
Convergence’: or the Consummatum Incarnate (paradise on earth). And in which
there is another kind of union, a reciprocity of ‘meeting again’—and on earth,
between the inner self and the outer personality in a
oneness. And only then did I came to see the connection, the reason, the
meaning and purpose of the ‘I AM’ in paradise; and in which the function and
purpose of the incarnate mind and the inner depths of self and the objective
physical universe are fulfilled in a unification of mindful being on earth; the
three in one; in a dance among the temporal forms on earth, and which was
understood as the very purpose of creation itself and the reason as to why even
paradise exists—and has to be known while yet on this Earth during an incarnate
lifetime here. They have to be joined on earth also; that is the goal, the
function and purpose—that eternal self is no longer alienated in conscious
awareness from the incarnate mortal form.
And hence the saying that the outer has
become as the inner and the purpose of being has been fulfilled, consummated,
in the perfection of forms as it was in the beginning in the transcendent
essence of being then so too has it become in the forms in extension. And in that knowing and understanding creation has achieved its
goal incarnate; and within the knowing incarnate mind of a finite
personality... but ‘I AM’ eternal. The mind is not in this universe
simply to observe it, but rather to fulfil it. You and I AM are one. You are I
AM. Know thy self.
However, that was way off in the future; twenty
long years in the future. In the meantime time did get mean at times; and from
hindsight I can only call it a twenty year period of the dark night of the soul
at times: for I had not yet learned of the reciprocal convergence of spirit
with spirit on earth in the consummatum or reciprocal convergence. But in the
meantime there also existed a dichotomy, a duality of being; one being perfect
and the other far from perfect. A little learning is a dangerous thing, so
drink deep or taste not the divine eternal spring. Where metaphysics hangs its
coat; and mystics dwell in awe; the singer may be sighted; but the song goes on
some more. Believe what you will, whilst you are free to do so; for you will
not always be so!
But wiser by far to believe nothing at all;
for knowledge will suffice: and ignorance melts away with experience. But
instantly after that Paradise event of transcendence itself there was but one
thought, one knowledge, one understanding and
affirmation... and which is...
Oh... no... Oh... my God... how beautiful it
is! Oh my Love, would that they could know this; would that their eyes could
see and their minds understand as to what they are, and from whence they came;
the beauty, the truth, the passion. My love, give me
the understanding; and give me the words, that I might speak of the wonder of
being. And let us create Humankind in our image.
It is an irony that you and I here on earth, the temporal
rational discursive mind, find it all too easy to accept anything that is bad
as being true, and yet the acceptance of anything good being true is so
difficult. That synthesis of inner understanding may well be easier for some
than it is for others. I had more than enough problems with it—more than
enough. And it took so much to make me understand and accept it. Would that it could be easier for others. I think that there
is no better reason for making mention of these things for the young. We all
learn from experience eventually, and that is natural enough. But to be able to
learn, to some degree at least, from the mistakes of others, then that would be
even better.
* * *
THE ARKONS OF TRANSITION
(Transitive
Consciousness)
Between the Earth
and Paradise,
the strangest place to be,
is the realm of minds
transition,
the journey of the free.
No
freedom though, there is within,
of actions, choice to see,
for only that which needs
must,
is made for you and me.
One
facet of transition
is Limbo’s quiet scene;
where nought there is created,
but time to think, and dream.
Such
visions are the Arkons,
of light beyond the Earth,
and each one has a message
self-evident, as our birth.
It
is a kind of learning
much speeded up in time,
and the message is implicit,
without a word or rhyme.
The
Arkons of the depths prepare
the way that lies ahead;
where some say you are living,
and some say you are dead!
They
also act as transport
to Annihilations gate;
the MUTUAL CONVERGENCE,
in the midst of the white
state.
Beyond
the gate of Paradise
all memory is thus lost,
of all the things you did in
time;
their pleasures, and their
cost.
But,
of all the Arkons,
along that deep dark flight,
the most majestic of them all,
is Music... made of light.
* * *
THE LOVE OF HELL
There is a time for
laughing,
there is a time for thought,
and there is a time for going
where no Earthly thing is
wrought.
And
when such time encroaches
and clouds the temporal dream,
fear not the rushing darkness
and Limbo’s quiet scene.
For
in the stillness of ‘No-thing’,
no vision to behold;
there is a wondrous lesson,
a story to be told.
Unlike
the journeys final end,
in the Womb of Eternity,
the temporal halt in Limbo
there is no thing to see.
Yet
strange, so strange, it is to be
in knowledge of ‘no thing’,
and how the thought of
‘nothing’
teaches us to sing—
—a
leaf, a breeze, a drop of rain,
a snowflake in its fall,
each touch, each smell, each
vision,
and the purpose of them all.
part two
Before
the gate of Paradise,
before Annihilations might,
in the passageway of Limbo,
wherein there is no light—
—is
now the greatest lesson
that man can learn today,
of what it’s like, when all
the things,
of life... have gone away!
So
much I learned in Paradise;
So
much I learned on Earth;
but somehow strange, and
strange to say,
in Hell, I learned their
worth.
Yet
even that dimension,
where nought there is to see,
is but a divine essence,
a lesson, so to be.
* * *
ANNIHILATION
A solitary light is
coming fast!
the song I sing will be my
last;
sad to say it’s time to go,
and all the things
I’ll never know!
But
never mind, the road was fun;
even though it’s now nigh
done.
What
a way to end this flight...
crashing out in blazing light!
Down Eros, and up Mars....
but wait!... the thing is full
of stars!
My
Gor’d... I drift in love divine...
the Eternal Dome... is mine;
all mine!
My
Gor’d... I’ve made a motley pun
of what I am, and whence I
come!
Would,
Oh would, that I could be,
out here, as when I am with
thee.
Never
would a man believe
what in truth he does achieve.
So
spread your blessings throughout time;
or no work will get done...
and that wont rhyme!
A
heart on fire will pound and pound
and like a feather, float to
its ground.
In
resurrection from ‘No-thing’,
among the lights I sing and
sing;
a silent song that none can
hear;
except the Ultimate Cosmic
ear.
* * *
BEYOND THE WHITE
(Beyond
annihilation)
Oh my love, that “I”
should be
awake in they, as “I” in me!
Judgement
knows the depth of Glow,
where spirit falls like snow,
on snow.
Where
time is done, and put to rest;
primordial womb, so richly
dressed!
Many
hide in words, or glee;
but I, my love, will set you
free!
Through
“I” you may behold your form,
as I have watched from the
gates of dawn.
No
hand has touched, no eye has seen;
no thinking mind has dared to
dream.
Time
is short and tallies not;
much less cares of what its
got.
But
holes between events in time,
can’t be spent, for they are
mine.
Those
who see the truth below,
need not believe—for they will
Know
the learning is beyond the
night,
beyond the moving, and the
white.
* * *
DUALITY
Without another to
love
all beauty is in vain,
truth is an empty vessel,
no meaning exists in pain.
Beyond
the shroud of movement
where not even truth can hide,
is proof enough the saying,
“Nought
burns in Hell but pride!”
The
Cosmos needs its lover
in order that ‘it’ can ‘be’.
But
in order to say “I love you”,
requires one to be free.
Freedom
is the Cosmic price,
its passion churns the throng,
whilst knowing not the
Essence,
the Singer; and the Song.
I
tell you this my greatest love;
the freedom that is ‘Me’,
but now I know just what it
is...
...
I never shall be free!
* * *