Monday, May 20, 2013

from "The Aquarian Gospel of Jesus the Christ "- the Introduction

          "This philosophy recognises that all primordial substance is spirit; that matter is spirit moving at a lower rate of vibration, becoming, as one master expressed it, a coagulum......(see later*).....This primal substance is not relegated to any particular part of the universe, but is everywhere present. It is in fact the 'universal mind' of which our metaphysicians speak."

         * "The primary substance is of exquisite fineness and is so sensitive that the slightest vibration of our ether any place in the universe registers an indelible impression upon it."

          "Man cannot die. The spirit man is one with God, and while God lives man cannot die."

Thursday, May 16, 2013

I walk the night


I walk the night
and hardly feel
the ground beneath my feet.
The soft breeze cools
the fidgety thoughts
and brings me news of other climes
where souls explore
the boundless sweep
of far-flung lands and times.

While here and now
the soul contracts
before the lash of words
which need response
and we must serve.
But when it can
the soul steps out

Monday, May 13, 2013

Description of Jesus

Description of Jesus written to the Roman Senate at the time of Christ by Publius Lentulus, then Roman Proconsul in Judaea, a predecessor and friend of Pontius Pilate.

"This is a man of noble and well-proportioned stature, with a face full of kindness and firmness, so that the beholders both love him and fear him. His hair is the colour of wine" (probably tawny) "and golden at the root – straight and without lustre – but from the level of the ears curling and glossy, and divided down the centre after the fashion of the Nazarenes.

His forehead is even and smooth. His face without blemish and enhanced by a tempered bloom; his countenance ingenuous and kind; his beard is full, of the same colour as his hair, and forked in form; his eyes blue and extremely brilliant.

In reproof and rebuke he is formidable; in exhortation and teaching gentle and amiable of tongue. None have seen him to laugh, but many, on the contrary, to weep. His person is tall; his hands beautiful and straight. In speaking he is deliberate and grave and little given to loquacity; in beauty surpassing most men."

 

Sunday, May 12, 2013

The other face of God........


          It is important I think for women priests to realize God as feminine. Unfortunately at the moment femininity is confused with sexiness which seeks to tantalise, manipulate and control.
          Femininity just “is”. It isn’t manufactured and it doesn’t want to seduce or control. And yet it can lead by being always just out of reach.
          Dog-collars, on the other hand, even on dogs, are worn for the purpose of being controlled. The wearers must not run off on whims of their own.
          How do women priest wish to appear really? Initially the issue was so dodgy that they probably didn’t want to create waves. The great ship of the Church must sail on as if nothing had happened. It was safe. Female clergy even donned their male colleagues’ clothing so as not to look threatening, or offend notions of propriety.
          To get round this in later years, concerned about their image, and not wanting to look dowdy or freaks to other women, some have now taken to wearing really sexy frocks or tops, but still with the man’s collar. It’s downright creepy.  And so confused.
          I think they need to meditate on the nature of the feminine. That is the nature of God as Mother. Somehow the aspect of Mother God has been lost in the Church, so possibly the clergy could go back and take a look at the feminine preserved in modern paganism.
          Femininity is seen abundantly in Nature, and is represented traditionally by the moon. It is not threatening. It does not seek to possess or control. It is a channel of the female nature of God, generous, forgiving, loving, and mystical. Women are not derivative. They are in their very nature the other face of God.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Buffalo


The buffalo plod heavily along the road
pulling loads their massive bodies were not made to haul.
The sun beats down remorselessly on head and spine.
It is a long way to the lake and evening time. 

The driver dozes back against his bales,
and wakes to urge his team to greater speed.
The buffalo continue, staring into space,
unmoved by pain, discomfort, wrath, or praise. 

Is a servant shocked at inconvenience?
A tractor angry when it’s short of oil?
As calves they had had thoughts of love and fun,
but these are long forgotten ‘neath the sun. 

What else is there but thirst and aching feet?
What else but burning back and chafing wood?
Then cool green water lapping o’er the spine