The penitents rise and undulate as one mass in the ecstasy of worship to their god. Lost in divine union, they throw themselves relentlessly into the mass with divine passion. As a mandala the energy radiates from their center and out in all directions. Then a climax is reached. The old is cast off and light and living water flow forth to wash the worshipers. They are overcome as the old dies and they pass into new reality. Such passion and ecstasy to lose one's self in worship for one's god. Under and to the same sun all such rites are conducted.
But the sun is not God.
The sun is only a representation for the divine power that has no fixed location and no such limitation. It has no beginning and no end. It has no form and is in all form. It has nothing because it is beyond anything, and everything has its shape and meaning within its enveloping and compassionate manifestation. The root, the spring and the genesis of all responses to this compassion is beyond the scope of the limitations of those responses. No mater what sun the penitents lose themselves in holy ecstasy to, this service was done in the name of the divine.
Beyond illusion living water washes all.
And so I too am lost in light and found in love as I remember our greatest victory. Sacrifice and truly committed endurance borne of divine love brought forth battle unto death of our greatest prophet and God himself. Triumphant unto death and victorious unto life, that which gives all things shape and meaning committed the sacred rite of destruction against the subversion of reality. And his resurrection echoed across all eternity in the moment that united past present and future, and unleashed unrelenting power, bringing resurrection to all reality.
Divine Chaos, holy fire, lost in light, found in love.
All sun worshipers and even all subverters will be as well. This is our greatest victory. He is risen.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Darkness
The valley of the shadow of death is not to be feared. Suffering is not to be avoided. Pain is not to be denied. Under threat of total collapse, our greatest power and most overwhelming transformations arise. Suffering is finite. Victory is forever. Embrace the darkness and let it wash over you. From the deepest point of that darkness, the light that shines across eternity shall be set free. All your pain will be transformed. All your brokenness shall be resurrected.
Darkness gives way to light. The divine is in all.
When your own voice is a weapon turned against you, turn again to strands of truth and hold on as you are dragged deeper. When you are cut and crushed with your guts in you hands not knowing what to do look deeper still and give way.
When you are brought down on one knee and ready to submit to the oppression on all sides, step off the edge and into the abyss.
Darkness gives way to light. The divine is in all.
Fear and loathing mixed with shame and sorrow. Torn apart by regret and failure. Disemboweled. Run through. Fallen.
It is here in deepest darkness we embrace our final solice because it is here we look in and then up and in holy vision see our final victory. Ever shining in eternal radiance salvation carries us to our resting place as we hold fast.
Darkness gives way to light. The divine is in all.
Surrender only to glory and you will have never surrendered at all.
Darkness gives way to light. The divine is in all.
When your own voice is a weapon turned against you, turn again to strands of truth and hold on as you are dragged deeper. When you are cut and crushed with your guts in you hands not knowing what to do look deeper still and give way.
When you are brought down on one knee and ready to submit to the oppression on all sides, step off the edge and into the abyss.
Darkness gives way to light. The divine is in all.
Fear and loathing mixed with shame and sorrow. Torn apart by regret and failure. Disemboweled. Run through. Fallen.
It is here in deepest darkness we embrace our final solice because it is here we look in and then up and in holy vision see our final victory. Ever shining in eternal radiance salvation carries us to our resting place as we hold fast.
Darkness gives way to light. The divine is in all.
Surrender only to glory and you will have never surrendered at all.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Vision
I was again staying in that place where reason is replaced by determination and determination is assaulted by despair. But despair can not be victorious even in the valley of the shadow of death for one who is actually in the valley of the shadow of life. And thus, by divine power, I was released of the weight that had gathered. The essential self was set free and light shown forth. I walked forth into the light and became one with it.
In divine passion, I saw the divine become real. I saw the light shine on all life. I saw the living water flowing through all things. I saw sacred power brake from all corruption. I saw the divine spark burning in all life. I saw all humanity lost in light. I saw all people found in love. I saw holy fire bringing forth new creation. I saw the sun rising. I saw the redemption of reality progressing.
And I found peace and contentment as I too was lost in light and found in love. I walked out in power and authority and spoke from the depths of eternity and the hights of divinity and said "be free".
In divine passion, I saw the divine become real. I saw the light shine on all life. I saw the living water flowing through all things. I saw sacred power brake from all corruption. I saw the divine spark burning in all life. I saw all humanity lost in light. I saw all people found in love. I saw holy fire bringing forth new creation. I saw the sun rising. I saw the redemption of reality progressing.
And I found peace and contentment as I too was lost in light and found in love. I walked out in power and authority and spoke from the depths of eternity and the hights of divinity and said "be free".
Realization
Pushed to the edge again. When I look over it this time I hold on to strands of reason and faith that have run the course of my life to date. I hook in and shuffle to the edge, then jump on over into the reality that awaits. I come from a place before this and that will be here when this is all gone. A place more real than any corruption, which completes for the right to call itself the truth. In the deepest darkness I am lost in light. In the harshest pain I am found in love. No shadow can compare and no illusion can contain the beauty of the moment in which all is made manifest as all that was before is made new. Here again, perception fades as understanding takes its place. No more sight. Only vision. No more dreams. Only realization. Ultimate power and ultimate humility become the same. From suffering comes love and death gives way to life. Holy fire, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Unrelenting
On the journey to a far off land, hope and passion go hand in hand with pain and long suffering. When the darkness of that pain and long suffering are transformed by the light of hope and passion into brilliance of joy and courage, you know you are on the right path. Travel on and see how far that path goes. Pain becomes power and suffering is subverted by joy.
In the tension between unrelenting suffering and truly committed endurance, unending love is born. The power to shine in all darkness and to destroy every wall. Like water we flow from her and into all things.
Living water. Unrelenting compassion. True power.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Until all is filled........
And what about those who who fall out, and what about those lost sheep in the darkness? It is not for the well, but the sick that this message of divine light is made flesh. And it is not for some contented golem that this message is made manifest. For into your own pit you will fall, and in your own traps you will be caught. Content in unrealities, you languish, and in your vanities you are destroyed. But divine light knows no darkness and threatens your festering enclave with unrelenting waves of living water.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Light that shines across the universe and consumes the past, present and future. Unrelenting storm of sacred power from the very foundations of your suffering and deepest fears of your oppressors will strike with unrelenting transformation of all you were told you believe, and your deepest depths will resonate..... with sound that can consecrate...you all a new creation. heavenly fire consumes all and shines on a new course, and from now until forever we will burn.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Found in love are all drained of strength, broken hearted, cut down, far away, near at hand. Children in darkness. Slaves of hatred. Sons of shame. Daughters of pain. Long suffering and now lost in light. It is unto these we are come and unto these the saints will be martyred. We spill our blood for such as these and are consumed for such as these. We are torn apart for such as these and left to die for such as these. Nailed to crosses we were for these and burned alive for such as these.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Look to the horizon and you will see. Search in the sky and you will be free. Ever deeper we go, and forever we know.
It is coming closer and closer. And I know you feel it. It's coming nearer and nearer and I know you see it. Darkness fell and now it will be destroyed. look to the horizon. Here it comes. Relentlessly closer and I know I have won.
The Sun, the Sun. It rises. Here it is. THE SUN RISE!
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light and found in love
As living water from here and into eternity.
In the tension between unrelenting suffering and truly committed endurance, unending love is born. The power to shine in all darkness and to destroy every wall. Like water we flow from her and into all things.
Living water. Unrelenting compassion. True power.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Until all is filled........
And what about those who who fall out, and what about those lost sheep in the darkness? It is not for the well, but the sick that this message of divine light is made flesh. And it is not for some contented golem that this message is made manifest. For into your own pit you will fall, and in your own traps you will be caught. Content in unrealities, you languish, and in your vanities you are destroyed. But divine light knows no darkness and threatens your festering enclave with unrelenting waves of living water.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Light that shines across the universe and consumes the past, present and future. Unrelenting storm of sacred power from the very foundations of your suffering and deepest fears of your oppressors will strike with unrelenting transformation of all you were told you believe, and your deepest depths will resonate..... with sound that can consecrate...you all a new creation. heavenly fire consumes all and shines on a new course, and from now until forever we will burn.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Found in love are all drained of strength, broken hearted, cut down, far away, near at hand. Children in darkness. Slaves of hatred. Sons of shame. Daughters of pain. Long suffering and now lost in light. It is unto these we are come and unto these the saints will be martyred. We spill our blood for such as these and are consumed for such as these. We are torn apart for such as these and left to die for such as these. Nailed to crosses we were for these and burned alive for such as these.
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light, found in love
Look to the horizon and you will see. Search in the sky and you will be free. Ever deeper we go, and forever we know.
It is coming closer and closer. And I know you feel it. It's coming nearer and nearer and I know you see it. Darkness fell and now it will be destroyed. look to the horizon. Here it comes. Relentlessly closer and I know I have won.
The Sun, the Sun. It rises. Here it is. THE SUN RISE!
Holy fever, divine chaos, lost in light and found in love
As living water from here and into eternity.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Men of violence
It is men of violence, and women of violence for that mater who will take hold of the message of the kingdom and spread it forth in all directions. We reject shame and the selfishness that comes of it. We reject ego and self sufficiency also. We stray from the middle path at every turn because we know that balance is not the answer. Instead, we seek the truth. We explore and embrace reality in all its forms and search for the deepest expression of it in all things.
We have role models, but we always strive to be avatars of our own deepest longings and expressions, for it is in these that the truth of the divine is found. It is the divine that we take hold of and emulate. It is holiness that first sought us out and shown with the light of eternal compassion upon our deepest brokenness, transforming our twistedness into a holy prayer and causing us to pore forth the same divine love.
It is this divine love that motivates and moves us because we can no longer be moved by revenge of craving or brokenness. We have been raised to a new place and can never go back. We see with new eyes and can never look away from the beauty of the divine in all things. We will not rest except in the grace of The Master until all things have been restored to their original holiness.
We have been consecrated as high priests and priestesses, warriors and champions, princes and princesses. We walk proudly, but never looking to our selves. We walk strong, but never in our own strength.
We start from here and expand across the Universe. We can run from one end of reality to the other and not faint. We can sleep on a frozen lake for a thousand years and not freeze. We can bite and hold until we die. But we will never die.
When our current form passes, we will remain on the verge of true immortality. We build no monuments except our songs of worship. We leave no legacy except our true love. We run the race and finish the fight. We are more than survivors. We are kings and queens.
As the light of the divine shines upon us, we are transfigured into our true forms and we too shine with the brilliance of 10,000 suns. The hosts of the heavens array themselves in parade lines on either side as we walk our triumph and beet their shields as the give the resounding battle cry. We command 100,000 legions in service to our Emperor.
The nations would bow before us if they did not see the glory of eternity behind us. The Emperor of reality stands in our presence and we fall as we say our holy holy hollies.
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY,
IS THE GLORY OF ETERNITY
But the sun is not God. It is only a representation, as we are only images of the divine. The light shines in the darkness, but the light is not God. Only God is God.
It is unto this we look and unto this we return. Unto this we pray and unto this we give all adoration. And as the the thunder causes all the cymbals to ring, so we resound with songs of victory.
And as we shine in glory, so the all around us are illuminated.
Divine love lives in us and we are its Prophet.
There is no God, but God and He gave himself away to us.
So we take hold with all the violence we have and fight with all our power, and take our rightful places in the kingdom of divine light.
Darkness and light will become one and all that is broken will be made new and the redemption of all eternity will expand forth until all of time is as it should be.
We have role models, but we always strive to be avatars of our own deepest longings and expressions, for it is in these that the truth of the divine is found. It is the divine that we take hold of and emulate. It is holiness that first sought us out and shown with the light of eternal compassion upon our deepest brokenness, transforming our twistedness into a holy prayer and causing us to pore forth the same divine love.
It is this divine love that motivates and moves us because we can no longer be moved by revenge of craving or brokenness. We have been raised to a new place and can never go back. We see with new eyes and can never look away from the beauty of the divine in all things. We will not rest except in the grace of The Master until all things have been restored to their original holiness.
We have been consecrated as high priests and priestesses, warriors and champions, princes and princesses. We walk proudly, but never looking to our selves. We walk strong, but never in our own strength.
We start from here and expand across the Universe. We can run from one end of reality to the other and not faint. We can sleep on a frozen lake for a thousand years and not freeze. We can bite and hold until we die. But we will never die.
When our current form passes, we will remain on the verge of true immortality. We build no monuments except our songs of worship. We leave no legacy except our true love. We run the race and finish the fight. We are more than survivors. We are kings and queens.
As the light of the divine shines upon us, we are transfigured into our true forms and we too shine with the brilliance of 10,000 suns. The hosts of the heavens array themselves in parade lines on either side as we walk our triumph and beet their shields as the give the resounding battle cry. We command 100,000 legions in service to our Emperor.
The nations would bow before us if they did not see the glory of eternity behind us. The Emperor of reality stands in our presence and we fall as we say our holy holy hollies.
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY
HOLY, HOLY, HOLY,
IS THE GLORY OF ETERNITY
But the sun is not God. It is only a representation, as we are only images of the divine. The light shines in the darkness, but the light is not God. Only God is God.
It is unto this we look and unto this we return. Unto this we pray and unto this we give all adoration. And as the the thunder causes all the cymbals to ring, so we resound with songs of victory.
And as we shine in glory, so the all around us are illuminated.
Divine love lives in us and we are its Prophet.
There is no God, but God and He gave himself away to us.
So we take hold with all the violence we have and fight with all our power, and take our rightful places in the kingdom of divine light.
Darkness and light will become one and all that is broken will be made new and the redemption of all eternity will expand forth until all of time is as it should be.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Violence
For most, violence is a thing to fear and avoid. For a few, it is glorified and exalted as a rite of passage. For others, it is a thing of hatred and scorn. At the same time such individuals violently appose violence and don't seem to realize the joke is on them. For nearly all though, those who partake in violence are idealized as heroes because the do what others can not do. They stand against fear of pain and lose and enter battle wholeheartedly. This is why we idealize mixed martial artist, soldiers, police officers, action stars, etc. They go where others cannot and do what most fear. But, why is this? Why does conflict so enchant us? Why is the warier so highly regarded even in the modern age?
One could point to the central role the warier has played throughout human history. In the earliest societies, everyone was engaged at one point or another in violence to protect the family, clan and tribe. As the division of labor was established with ever larger and more complex societies, a distinct warier class began to develop. It was the responsibility of this group to insure the safety of the society and that safety was often challenged. Latter as societies became ever larger and more divers, the role of the warier class was directed in many cases towards expanding and enriching the state. The age of empire was born and violence for violence's own sake was also born, or so it would seam. Gladiators, death matches, duels, cage fights. All of these may appear to be nothing more than brutal entertainment. Indeed, in part they are. However, these are also ways of returning to and tapping into the older tradition of the warier in single combat. A trait that had been lost as warfare became, not clan against clan, but standing army against standing army. The prevalence of such traditions throughout the world suggests at something more than a limited phenomena. Rather it appear that it is the innate human need to live whether vicariously or directly, the path of the hero into violence and conflict.
We would do well to recognize this and attempt to understand it. The gods of war live on today and threaten to tear us apart if they are not given their proper due. Rather than repress and fear our violent instinct, they must be recognized and honored. We are a predatory species To hunt and to fight remains ever a deep drive for us all. All that differs is the expression of it. The rise of full humanity will require nothing less than acceptance and embrace of this nature and its harnessing to whatever good and productive end it can be put to.
One could point to the central role the warier has played throughout human history. In the earliest societies, everyone was engaged at one point or another in violence to protect the family, clan and tribe. As the division of labor was established with ever larger and more complex societies, a distinct warier class began to develop. It was the responsibility of this group to insure the safety of the society and that safety was often challenged. Latter as societies became ever larger and more divers, the role of the warier class was directed in many cases towards expanding and enriching the state. The age of empire was born and violence for violence's own sake was also born, or so it would seam. Gladiators, death matches, duels, cage fights. All of these may appear to be nothing more than brutal entertainment. Indeed, in part they are. However, these are also ways of returning to and tapping into the older tradition of the warier in single combat. A trait that had been lost as warfare became, not clan against clan, but standing army against standing army. The prevalence of such traditions throughout the world suggests at something more than a limited phenomena. Rather it appear that it is the innate human need to live whether vicariously or directly, the path of the hero into violence and conflict.
We would do well to recognize this and attempt to understand it. The gods of war live on today and threaten to tear us apart if they are not given their proper due. Rather than repress and fear our violent instinct, they must be recognized and honored. We are a predatory species To hunt and to fight remains ever a deep drive for us all. All that differs is the expression of it. The rise of full humanity will require nothing less than acceptance and embrace of this nature and its harnessing to whatever good and productive end it can be put to.
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