To Believe

January 19, 2017

Imagine visions, hearing, over years: there will be a renewed future.  Imagine resultant periods of unique success, of unbreakable hope and various inspirational/spiritual peaks.  Imagine, after more years, finding yourself immersed in total turmoil (and ongoing diabolicaattacks)
while
 reaching a point where virtually everything earthly was lost: realization of fruition had not come to pass.  Imagine (with the latter) not being able to see any path for it to ever be fulfilled (as now) – though at times (all along the way) occurrences were sent as a means to enhance remembrance of the original.  Thereupon, imagine another one, but without specifics – and soon crying out because it still seemed absolutely impossible.  Then, imagine a reply: To Believe – without knowing. . . .

Ys to Eyes

Re: The Family of Jesus

02/26: "You Have Driven . . ."


Mary (Raining)

October 28, 2013

Mary (Raining)
Imagination – as a Key

11/03/2013

Mary Shines (On Gospels)


Little Wing[s] Lifted (by Me)

September 2, 2013

Little Wings (In + 2)


Keeper of the Light

July 1, 2013

In honor of my ancestral grandfather,
~^~ Keeper of the Light ~^~

Sparks of the Tempest

Blood in the sand, a cry in the street
Now the cycle is nearly complete
Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned
No turning back, now the wheel has turned

Big Brother is watching and he likes what he sees
A world for the taking, when he’s ready to squeeze
The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
The difference between us is a part of the game

Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies
What is this madness that is filling the skies
Spreading like wildfire, fallin’ like rain
Though they may promise, they only bring pain

Keeper's Bow

Keeper’s Bow

Keeper of the Light

Keeper of the Light

Keeper: My Creed

My Creed

Imagine: God speaking something into existence:

Thought

Spoken/Word

It is Written (along eternal lines)

~^~

Imagine: God speaking something into existence – now.


Imagine: A Key

June 29, 2013

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.” 

Triads of One

Triads of One

Why not?

Ruins of Balance

Balance

A first step: Desire.  A next: to Believe (at least in possibilities).
Then, through [en]visioning, where can one reach?

>> Floods and Rains>


Ys and Whens

April 7, 2013
Ys + Whens

Ys + Whens

Upon each provoking turn, never cease in properly questioning “Y?”

Seek Me

Seek Me

This is the promise (which always mends).

Certain Views

Certain Views

Imagine as a Vision [purposely leading to “Y?”: A group within a subterranean area: “The secrets of John the Baptist are within this White Cross”: It is opened.  (The contents reveal to be. . . .)  Next, followers are searching on the hillsides (after the Resurrection): “Jesus?”  “Jesus?”  Traveling among a small crowd (across from the latter, and looking just behind – to glimpse at who was hidden): “I knew that it was Him.  He told me not to say who He was.”

Who’s Got My Back

Words of Light

Seek Me


Good Fridays: Bread of Life

March 29, 2013
Golden Bread of Life

Promised Bread

John 6:35
And Jesus said to them,  “I am the bread of life.
He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and
he who believes in Me shall never thirst.”

Once, there were thoughts of being filled – before finding.
One side made every attempt to keep the earthly forever blinding.

Many drinks were sought in such a place – before knowing.
Then, upon tried chapters, the Spirit poured – like a river flowing.

Awakenings: I Remember You
Good Fridays: Light My Way
Y – When – and Again


Changing Seasons: Ring Them Bells

December 7, 2012

Ring Them Bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries ’Cross the valleys and streams For they’re deep and they’re wide And the world’s on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride

Hands of One

Imagine [a New Song]

Words of Light

Amen


Reflections: The Prodigal Son

September 28, 2012

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.

A Father

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.

The Prodigal

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.

Return

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.

‘New Atheists’ and Evolution

Christmas Revelations

“Seek Me”


Received: A Glimpse of Home

July 27, 2012

A Glimpse of Home

When I was very young so many songs were sung
So much wasted time on an uphill climb
But you where always there, a feeling in the air
There was nothing to fear you were so near
Now you are here once again
As I stand in your presence
I can feel the quiet patience of your gaze
Like an old superstition
You are haunting all my dreams and waking days

(Chorus)
All my life I knew you were waiting, revelation anticipating
All is well, the search is over, let the truth be known
Let it be shown (give me a glimpse of home)

There’s no resisting you among the chosen few
It’s so hard to be sure, it’s so hard to endure
And when I hear your voice
I know I have the choice
To pursue an ideal, something so real
Now I’ve got nothing to lose
As I see your reflection
All the answers I desire become so clear
Like a page that is turning
I can look into the future without fear

You’re in my rock and roll, you’re in my very soul
Though it’s heavy to bear, it’s a feeling so rare
And it’s a mystery, the way it’s meant to be
Can we ever know, we’re moving so slow
There ain’t enough time in the world
As I reach up the ladder
There is something ever higher to perceive
Like a fire that is burning
In my heart I know I surely must believe

07-03-2012: Its Who You Are

It’s Who You Are

Being Conscious of Miracles Attracts More of Them:

From the heart of the core miracle, through each connected/lighted realm, there are both natural and purposely provided paths.  In association, our spirits (as guided by exploring/opening minds and pristine callings) have the ability to make these journeys (in truth) – where, beyond earthly settings, even the physical follows through.

To my Love, my “Joan of Arc”
At pristine times, you were a messenger –
of the greatest “Glimpse[s].”
At present times, we are continued –
among the messages.


(I’ve Been) Searchin’ So Long: 2012 Rains

February 20, 2012

Creed (Rain): Full Circle[s] (& Cups)
Jesus of Nazareth: Higher (Creed)

Shared (02-25-2012): As far as Christ and the current wickedness covering our world, He is seeing every avenue, twist, and toll.  There is
a Battle rising The more the darkness steps up, the more the Light coincides.  The more the darkness destroys, the more the Light restores (in preparation).  The Time itself is rising — as the other side tries to reap and conquer all that it can — knowing that its time is limited to a certain span.  Just before the end of that span, Victory is assured — as was written, for only one side.  What each of us will be called upon to do during these (and those) times will vary (in levels).  What each of us will experience during these (and those) times will vary (in levels).  Yet, every calling/experience will be essential to the overall, to the Collective.

He is here with us, now.  He is leading these efforts, now.  He [was] watching while I wrote this.  He will be watching while you read this.
He and the Father are preparing whatever and whoever needs to be prepared.  And, when the time comes – […] all of us (whether after our earthly lives or during), as well as all of them, will witness the Truth, the fulfillment, and everything promised through the Word.

In His Name + For His Glory

(05-03-2012) Imagine as a vision [purposely leading to “Y”]: A group within a subterranean area: “The secrets of John the Baptist are within this White Cross”: It is then opened.  (The contents reveal to be. . . .)  Next, followers are searching on the hillsides (after the resurrection): “Jesus?”  “Jesus?”  Traveling among a small crowd (across from the latter, and looking just behind – to glimpse at who was hidden):
“I knew that it was Him.  He told me not to say who He was.”

Of Horses . . .