Journey to Enlightenment

Friday, January 30, 2004



Faith of consciousness is freedom
Faith of feeling is weakness
Faith of body is stupidity.
Love of consciousness evokes the same in response
Love of feeling evokes the opposite
Love of the body depends only on type and polarity.
Hope of consciousness is strength
Hope of feeling is slavery
Hope of body is disease.

"Gurdjieff"

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Life is religion. Life experiences reflect how one interacts with God. Those who are asleep are those of little faith in terms of their interaction with the creation. Some people think that the world exists for them to overcome or ignore or shut out. For those individuals, the worlds will cease. They will become exactly what they give to life. They will become merely a dream in the 'past.' People who pay strict attention to objective reality right and left, become the reality of the 'Future.'

Cassiopaeans, 09-28-02

http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/waveindex.htm

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Wednesday, January 28, 2004



Thoth The Atlantean
From Tablet X11

Know ye, O man that all of the future is an open book to him who can read.

All effect shall bring forth its causes as all effects grew from the first cause.

Know ye the future is not fixed or stable but varies as cause brings forth an effect.

Look in the cause thou shalt bring into being and surely thou shalt see that all is effect.

So, O man, be sure the effects that ye bring forth, are ever causes of more perfect effects.

Know ye the future is never in fixation, but follows man's free will as it moves through the movements of time-space toward the goal where a new time begins.

Man can only read the future through the causes that bring the effects.

Seek ye within the causation and surely ye shall find the effects.

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From Tablet 111

List ye, O man, and be wise.

Far 'neath the earth crust in the Halls of Amenti, mysteries I saw that are hidden from men.

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From Tablet 1

Raised I high over the entrance, a doorway, a gateway leading down to Amenti.

Few there would be, with courage to dare it. Few pass the portal to dark Amenti.

Raised over the passage I; a mighty Pyramid,
using the power that overcomes Earth force (gravity).

Deep and yet deeper place I, a force-house or chamber;
from it carved I, a circular passage reaching almost to the great summit.

There in the apex, set I the crystal, sending the ray into the "Time-Space,"
drawing the force from out of the ether, concentrating upon the gateway to Amenti.

Other chambers I built and left vacant to all seeming,
yet hidden within them are the keys to Amenti.

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Let our focus remain on the mysteries of the Great Pyramid.
The mystery remains only for so long as we cling to our limitations.

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My Presence, like as to an arrow in flight.
I hold its course true to my own inevitable target of destiny at the G.P.


Blessings
Richard
http://www.crystalinks.com/emeraldpreface.html

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Saturday, January 24, 2004



Night Time

A brief respite of peace descends so slowly to the ground,
Whence torn with strife we sleep, without a murmur of a sound.
The night with deafening still, brings echoes from a place,
Where ‘One’ with hope and morning seeks to make a better place.

A heart beat drumming lightly.
It’s the Child who’s taking breath
A heart beat pounding swiftly.
It’s the man eluding death.
A mother’s heart is sighing, as it feeds another voice;
The heart of ‘One’ at sunset pleads to make a better choice.

Temporary shadow offers light to those who seek.
Visions in the night must have their chance to speak.
But can we really turn our back, as love embraces every day,
and set the price so high - that hope will slowly fade away ?

Blessings
Richard

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Wednesday, January 14, 2004



I heard this on the radio on the way to work and I swear, if it doesn't touch something inside... well....
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The Ballad of Mrs Malone by, Eleanor Farjeon.

Mrs Malone lived hard by a wood, all on her lonesome as nobody should
With her crust on the plate and her crust on the coal
And none but herself to converse with, poor soul.

With shawl and a hood she got sticks out adoor, and with bit of old sacking she slept on the floor, and nobody, nobody asked how she fared
Or knew how she managed, for nobody cared..
Why make a bother about an old crone.
Wherefore should they bother, with Mrs Malone.

One Monday in Winter with snow on the ground, so thick that a footstep fell without sound.
She heard a faint frostbitten tap at the pane, and went to the window to listen again.
There sat a cock-sparrow, bedraggled and weak, with half opened eyelid and frost on its beak.
She threw up the sash and she took the bird in, and mumbled and fumbled it under her chin.
“You’re all of a smother, you’re all overblown. I’ve room for another,” said Mrs Malone.

Come Tuesday while eating her dry morning slice, with the Sparrow a’ picking, “Aint company nice.”
She heard on the doorstep, a curious scratch, and there was a cat, with its claw on the latch.
It was hungry and thirsty and thin as a lath. It mewed and it moaned on the slippery path.
She threw the door open and warmed up some pap and huddled and cuddled it into her old lap.
“There, there little brother, you poor skin and bone. There’s room for another," said Mrs Malone

Come Wednesday when all of them crouched on the mat , with a crumb for the Sparrow, a sip for the cat; there was wailing and whining outside in the wood, and there sat a Vixen with 6 of her brood.
She was haggard and ragged and worn to a shred, and her half dozen babies were only half fed.
But Mrs Malone, crying, “My, aint they sweet,” happed them and lapped them and gave them to eat.
“You warm yourself Mother, you’re cold as a stone. There’s room for another,” said Mrs Malone.

Come Thursday a Donkey stepped in off the road, with sores on its withers from bearing a load.
Come Friday when icicles pierced the white air; down from the mountain lumbered a Bear.
For each she had something if little to give,
“Lord knows, the poor critters must all of them live.”
She gave them her sacking, her hood and her shawl; her loaf and her teapot, she gave them her all.
“What with one and with t’other, my family has grown, and there’s room for another,” said Mrs Malone.

Come Saturday evening when time was to sup.
Mrs Malone had forgot to sit up.
The Cat said meow and the Sparrow said, peep. The Vixen was sleeping. The Bear let her sleep.

On the back of the Donkey they bore her away
Through trees and up mountains beyond night and day.
Till come Sunday morning they brought her in State, through the last cloud-bank, as far as the Gate.

“Who is it?” asked Peter, you have with you there?”
and Donkey, Sparrow, Cat Vixen and Bear – exclaimed, “Do you tell us up here that she is unknown? It’s our Mother God bless her, Mrs Malone – who’s havings were few and who’s holdings were small and who’s heart was so big there was room for us all.

Then Mrs Malone all a sudden awoke. She rubbed her two eyeballs and anxiously spoke.
“Where am I to goodness and what do I see ? ..My dears let’s turn back, this is no place for me.”
But Peter said, “Mother, Go in to the Throne.
There’s room for another…… Mrs. Malone.

Blessings
Richard

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Tuesday, January 13, 2004


On another list, filled with important Gurus; proclaiming Love, but teaching less; someone asked if it was a full moon.

On the touchlines, a simpler but far wiser Soul, swelled from the Wisdom within.

jadie replied....................

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The full moon was Wednesday. It was called the Wolf Moon.

What time of the day it was full I do not know.
The moon loses its fullness as soon as it becomes full.
I love the full moon. I can stare at the full moon sky for hours.

I walked 3 miles Wed. night
I have a pure white wolf dog. with very amber eyes.
He walked in the late night with me, so very alert.

The moon glistened off the snow, while the shadows of the trees danced in the wind.
Oh! it was so cold. 12 degrees.
My cheeks, nose and ears were stinging.
It was sooooo wonderful...

I thought about so many things walking that night.
I thought about the Lord.

I prayed for forgiveness. I prayed to the Lord to help me walk as he does. In love, always in love.


I kept thinking..
To walk as the Lord does.
To walk as the Lord does.
To walk as the Lord does.
I must have said it a hundred times maybe more.
As I said it, I thought of those words and what they really meant.

To walk as the Lord does, always in love..

Did Jesus love the men that savagely killed him, called him a liar,
spitting on him.

Do I dare to love those who don't love me or even like me for my beliefs or my lack or good grammar, or the way I look, or where I live, or who I am.

To walk as the Lord does, yes.

I love because I am loved.

Everyday I try to go through the day without making judgments of anyone, including myself.

It’s really hard.

Yeah! The full moon was Wednesday.

Blessings in Love
jadie

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Pure Wisdom of Love

Blessings
Richard

jadierichardjadie

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Tuesday, January 06, 2004


Quotation.................................................

Quote ::

Albert Einstein:

"The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."


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From an incredible Book ::

The Messengers
by: Julia Ingram and G.W. Hardin

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Late one night Nick wrote in his journal a message to himself.
After reflecting on it, he was sure the Angels were the author.

”You must believe in yourself at all times. You must never lose faith that you are capable of doing anything in life you choose to do.
And you must always choose the highest.
It is not enough for you to choose that you must achieve excellence. For you must believe in yourself enough to accomplish that which others cannot accomplish.

To believe in yourself, you must have courage that exceeds the need for the consideration of courage.
It must be a natural part of your life that avoids any need for decision-making based on whether you have courage to do that which you must.
This must be a belief beyond personal questioning, beyond personal
doubt, to a point when it can no longer be considered courage but rather a way of life.
This shall be so, for you will believe in yourself.

You must have character that is beyond criticism and is a permanent part of yourself. It is not imagined or pretended.
Every moment of your life must be naturally conducted with pride and dignity that cannot be confused with arrogance but recognized with respect.
Your character must always contain compassion and concern for others. This concern will be genuine, for you will never lose sight of your background in trying to understand those you have difficulty in
identifying with, for they are the majority of the world and the
ones that need help the most.
You must believe in yourself so that your character never bends, never
compromises and is consistent.

You must believe in your intellect that no task is beyond your ability to succeed. Your intellect is a gift that you shall not waste and you shall use to its greatest capacity.
You must have the patience and tolerance to realize that others will not always agree with or understand you.
But rather than find fault, you shall try harder to reach them, for it shall become your responsibility to serve them. This is your calling. You cannot question it. You must accept it.

Blessings
Richard

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Sunday, January 04, 2004


Worth bearing in mind.....

Taken from ...........
http://www.cassiopaea.org/cass/wave10a.htm

In another respect, a focus on "love and light" can, in some cases, reflect an inner "fear" of the darkness. And that fear will attract unpleasant experiences and events into one's life. Only knowledge can dispel that fear.


Blessings
Richard....

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