02/14/2014: We spent our Valentine’s night together watching this.
It was our movie then (as it is now, and will always be).
[Still waiting, Emmit.]
02/14/2014: We spent our Valentine’s night together watching this.
Our roots drink from a soil of renewed casting;
Drunk (in a past),
Yet soon to be fulfilled (everlasting).
Our trunks are girded with layered shields –
Armored, that we may weather this ground
(As beacons among fields).
Our branches are gifted as arms –
Reaching up and out;
Stemmed, intricate connections overcome all drying doubts.
Our leaves provide an enveloping canopy
(Where rain kisses these lips).
Veins flow in unison –
Accepting and open to all quenching tips.
This body prepares us for answers –
Of what will be sent;
Wholly planted, we shall share in reasons –
Of what the stages meant.
The Sun leads us through seasons –
Of sustenance, growth, thirst.
Light, that we may seed, shines evenly –
So the last may become first.
A cycle gives us chances to discover
An abundance of everything in need;
Eventual to a pattern –
Within time is a setting –
Where those called shall be freed.
Daniel 12: 2
And many of them that sleep in the dust of the earth shall awake, some to everlasting life, and some to shame and everlasting contempt.
Imagination – as a Key?
Why is it so uniquely essential? How could it unlock limits, where pathways to (and of) Truth might be experienced as realities?
Imagine Jesus Christ in the present realm/day (infallibly) talking
with you, while reflecting on and corresponding the past:
“I would do it again, if necessary – because I Love you all so much.”
A first step: Desire. A next: to Believe (at least in possibilities).
Then, through [en]visioning, where can one reach?
Eternal eyes welcome passage.
Here is Truth.
Open with care, that which is naked (as hearts).
Why must certain invitations tear those apart?
Chance, choose, while dreams arise (in destinies).
Now is the time.
Search, as told to seek;
If one’s soul accepts,
The Guidance will be complete.
Revolutions of spheres spin distinction;
Where intuition speaks,
There is direction.
Lines are often drawn –
As intrinsic Art paints triads of reflection.
Awakenings answer absolute wondering.
Then, there is belief.
No longer wander beneath purity, light.
The journey arcs in ascensions;
Elation takes flights.
Here is the truth that invites.
Now is the chance to realize.
Where is the Art that replies?
Then is the answer to the search (for what guides).
Desperation shows its ugly face in many ways
No one can escape the times we live in
The answers are so simple
And we all know where to look
Just to avoid the question
1. And there I saw One who had a head of days,
And His head was white like wool, And with Him was another being whose countenance had the appearance of a man, And his face was full of graciousness, like one of the holy angels.
14. ‘This is the Son of Man who is born unto righteousness;
And righteousness abides over him,
And the righteousness of the Head of Days forsakes him not.’
Luke 15:11-32 And He said, “A man had two sons.
The younger of them said to his father, ‘Father, give me the share of the estate that falls to me.’ So he divided his wealth between them.
[Note: These reflections/expressions are not, of course, all-inclusive – for not even a book could cover/honor the full extent (and power) of His sharing (gift) – through only one short story.]
This is but one of many paramount examples (for us/to us) of models, morals, greater pictures, teaching, and of guidance (if accepted). Moreover, it was another brief (yet phenomenal) moment in the earthly life of Jesus Christ. How could a simple man have moved small and, eventually, broad masses by way of (among others) telling parables – where people were converted, (with questions regarding “mysteries,” but) without doubts, both during the actual (“noble”) hearing, as well as after (to the present day)? Within proper focuses, wherein one is seeking, beyond the chains of a physical body/mind, that he or she may be truly open – the same is possible now. Still, and as ongoing evidence of the most pristine natures, though those openings may even be closed, the possibilities of a converting discovery remain (and are often fulfilled, as they were then). Watch. Read. Listen – (Imagine) while leaving the world behind. Become the Prodigal Son (in Spirit). Experience his journey, at that time – then return, where transference allows circumstantial culminations at this time. Learn the lessons. And when you come back, you may find yourself in another (present) place, another light, and at a new door.
What did/does this father represent? In having built a legacy not only sufficient for himself, but also for passing on to heirs, he had obviously achieved success. That accomplishment, however, was (crucially) evident as one attained without being overtaken by earthly enticements. As (a) their teacher, his sons were taught (incrementally) – to first follow, then learn – to be (altruistically) led as they grew learned – before attempts at teaching. As (a) their provider, virtues were among the most important provisions (good work, patience, moderation, perseverance, trust) – that they may be fulfilled, first – before attempts at providing. As (a) their guide, wisdom (clarity, higher strengths, gifts, and rewards) was shared, in stages, that they may become wise, first – before attempts at leading.
Whereas one son reflected maturity (the father’s directions embraced, without significant falter), the younger succumbed to tests of faith: “[G]ive me [my] share [now].” Therein, though already (virtually) having more within touch (and eventual reach) than most could imagine (a house with servants, which would be considered a mansion, a beneficent and prosperous family, abundant resources, honorable hierarchal occupations, and expectations of ultimately receiving at least half of all resting on the foundation), he failed in cores – giving in to temptation.
While being led, there were always choices. Through (pathways of/to) trust, attaining enough comparative knowledge was possible, as offered (taught) – where the pitfalls of (recovering from) literal experience could be unnecessary: One may learn (of) the evils of riches innocently, while rich (or becoming), and resistantly overcome them as weighted lures. Or, one may learn (of) those evils ignorantly, via surroundings of birth with resultant (and chosen) tactile tainting, then struggle (tenfold) at critically belated junctures to reel in embedded anchors. Conclusively, one may also become the richest person in the world while rebuking – without having, or ever having had considerable money (or even a comfortable/acceptable place to live), thus, by way of creative provisions and guides, realize those bonds, yet (ultimately) bypass any lingering/threatening burdens (of tangible tarnishing).
For an essential period (childhood to the brink of manhood), the prodigal son experienced (advantaged) innocence. For the next, though substantial benefits for growth were always present, he relented to (chose) ignorance. Consequently, excesses deriving and satisfying from the lowest worldly and spiritual levels awaited. Instead of, for example, joining with a wholesome wife who principally sustained (a best friend, soul mate, an all-encompassing supporter, fundamental as well as erotic lover, and future mother), the possibility was also there to enjoy the exploitations of a long line of varied women – to be seduced by the power of being able to indulge any seductions, at whims.
Instead of sharing a rich roof, indefinitely, with a family (others), an impetuous partitioning of the riches within could release doors to selfish singularities. Where the previous protection collectively rewarded presents, incrementally (holding out increasingly more for futures), a divided covering could immediately bestow, individually. And that, if not turned away as a cycle, originates needs which must be continuously fed – for those new needs (desirous beyond balances) can only be filled momentarily. Along those paths, each indulgent endeavor will become more and more fleeting – as escalating emptiness ever-encroaches. As with hunger and thirst, if related callings are constantly answered with sweets and wine each void will temporarily close, yet any lifting will also become exponentially fugitive: instead of nourishing, constant gorging; instead of quenching, ever-deeper drowning. And that, after having cycled through available circles, is where he awoke – “starving to death” and dry.
When all means are used/accessed without forethought, upon facing fated or chanced famines why would one expect welcoming tables or pitchers? Therein, where compulsions were reduced to the bottom degrees of survival, his suffering then coincided (unpreparedly) with the poor’s incessant trials: To know the world’s weight, and to be broken by it – though maintaining last vestiges of spirit; to know a few others in the same vein have even triumphantly elevated theirs; to know no advantage – other than realizing the perseverance it takes for them to trudge onward (without crossing over to darkest sides), thus coming to understand passages via harshest terms: “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” Those are among the points where remorse, if true (refreshingly selfless and learnedly reviving), can reward with cleansing evolution: meekness.
From there, his center belatedly aware (literally), he chose a return – in hopes of mercy, that upon arrival he may only gain acceptance as one of the “servants”: ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ Remorse revealed and meekness sealed, he was immediately astonished:
“But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine . . . was lost and is found.’
As a result, further revelations followed. Where astonishment encountered compassion, it was also corresponding with a welcoming of ongoing development. This not only applied to the prodigal son, but the older brother as well. Was the younger allowed to leave (in love), yet, with the deepest desire that he would return – as the child, and man, the father always wanted him to (cumulatively) be? Was a call for celebration also reflective of an end to anguish? Toward the latter and former, the father was still teaching, providing, and guiding. In response to anger (‘All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders.’): ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we [must be] glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again.’ (Do not judge; understand.) In response to the possibility of losing a son to the other side being finally answered: triumphant joy and unforgettable forgiveness. (One may steadily progress on discovering paths if always seeking enlightening answers; upon each provoking turn, never cease in properly searching “why” – for that is a central key.)
Spiritual: The Father (and His Children)
In fuller extent (and ultimate power), what can/should this Father also represent (underlying and overall)? : the spiritual. What was created (built) and balanced by One? How much of the legacy was then shared (with heirs), altruistically – before the Gifts were betrayed? Yet still, even after the fall, Free Will remained – where the most relative choices were offered as invitations toward ongoing lessons. Within those possibilities, all sons and daughters, as progressive children, could reach maturity (and successively pure rewards), in stages – after enduring implicit or precise tests. Along the beginning and ending lines, many have been overcome. Along the same lines, many have also returned – in and from battles, after and until overcoming. Of these passages it may be undoubtedly known: Should (even) one of His offspring become Lost, there are fountains of tears. And, should (even) one of them find his or her way home, they will become Found — in the most flowing streams.
A Begotten Son
Again, it was only one short story/parable. But, as (historical and current) movements clearly convey, in a matter of a few moments He was able to enhance risings, within and without, then, just as He is succeeding today. Presentations, seemingly basic (initially), were often shared – that each could be touched by highest complexity. Promises were given – that the blind could see. Miracles took hold – that the bound (to certain death) could be freed.
A New Testament was scribed of a sent Son – that messages of the sacrificed could be revealed. Follow first, while accepting guidance – become wise and sealed.
Hope clings to safety;
Its Lifeline is a chord, bedded and awash by the sea.
A Drifting eludes the tides of uncertainty.
Hope floats, surfaces –
As Uprising floods draw near.
The womb is abandoned –
As the Creator’s thirst overwhelms fear.
Through affirming admissions,
When Faith guides –
Hope labors, then delivers ascension.
Let it Breathe.
These sails swell with Awakenings.
What is possible when One Believes?
Horizons rain possibilities.
The cresting waves may set us Free?
If cast aside,
A veiled anchor drags the Radiance
With the depths of dormancy.
To be drenched in the Rapture of Reality –
Or to be dry with bitter complacency.
The Virtuous Man Named Jesus Christ: “It is a [supposed] letter about Jesus written by Publius Lentutius, Pontio Pilato’s predecessor as the Governor of Judea, which he addressed to the Roman Emperor”: “Truthfully, Oh Caesar! wonderful things are heard about him every day that goes by. To explain it briefly, he resuscitates the dead and heals those who are sick. He is a medium size man, of benign looks, and greatest dignity, which is also reflected on his face, so that when a person is evaluating him, one infallibly feels the necessity of loving and fearing him.” The Gospel of Mary Magdalene: “Therefore let us atone, and become fully human, so that the Teacher can take root in us. Let us grow as he demanded of us, and walk forth to spread the gospel, without trying to lay down any rules and laws other than those he witnessed.” Whoever Jesus Was, He Wasn’t A Petty Partisan: Like Todd Wilkinson, many are sickened by the ongoing (and escalating) hijacking of every core precept within our originating belief system. (Years ago, Yusuf Islam expressed the same about his.) Current (U.S.) society is unceasingly blanketed with renewed perversions of sacred text, which seek to institutionalize Social Darwinism and Orwellianism – in Jesus’ name. (“This is an impressive crowd, the haves and the have-mores. Some people call you the elite. I call you my base.” It’s not torture when we implement all the darkest historical practices. It’s “enhanced interrogation.”) Indeed, “they are quick to persecute those who disagree with their politically-informed interpretations of scripture,” since an exclusive agenda must be rationalized – to whatever extremes are necessary – in order that the “fittest” of the “chosen” may continue to update the rules. In their eyes, the meek may inherit the earth, but only as tillers of their soil. Ever-expanding lawns of heavenly mansions will need to be cultivated, and the lowest-level subjects/servants will be content – but only after they finally accept those predestined provisions.
[Realization: Obscurity is not a problem when distinct paths are discovered, and prompted further – as gifts wished to be given. Within the trails, cycles most wondered upon are often answered – beyond written words. Then, spiritual blessings reveal themselves – worlds, universes, and realms past our earthly expectations. These are the new beginnings most sought after, among the highest and truest courses.]
In Robert Wright’s article, “Why ‘New Atheists’ [?] are Right-Wing on Foreign Policy,” he states, conclusively: “People are survival machines built by natural selection.” True, humans have evolved in many ways – including their Spiritual understanding. For example, interpretations and reactions relating to an out-of-body/after-death experience in 500 B.C. would most likely differ essentially from those in the 21st century. Let’s say the occurrence was one where (after dying) an individual went up/out (per our cognizance level), and arrived at the feet of a large (Lincoln Memorial-size) entity sitting on something like a throne. Immediately thereafter, the traveler started to smile, while suddenly feeling an onset: overwhelming senses of cleansing purity – and Home. Then, just before going further, toward what was expected (like it had happened before), he heard a loud voice say “Go Down.” Thoroughly shocked, the individual fell a long distance (without knowing why), eventually (after earthly clouds) approaching a Lake of Flames as wide as a Starred City. And finally, the (spiritual) person held back from screaming – until hitting those flames. What took place afterward could not be remembered upon coming back to (this) life. In 500 B.C., it might have been seen as unrealistic ranting from a nightmarish dream, or even an omen, relative to then-current mythology. To others, it may have been taken as a Vision, like certain stories considered for (and included in) the Bible. Through the 21st century, with distinct knowledge of The New Testament and Jesus Christ (as well as contexts relating to “A History of Heaven: Journeys to Heaven”), one could also interpret/react as if the occurrence was actual, and a Gift (though profoundly disturbing) – since (this not being a focus of foretelling) a return (Deliverance) was possible. Most important, there is considerable doubt that the experience by way of an atheist (then or now) would leave him/her denying God’s Existence.