A View from the Other Side

Observations from the winged dude next door.

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The First Message, Part 3

Somehow I feel most like posting these after we’ve had a drink, probably because it’s really easy for me to front then, and because it’s at the end of the day when it’s a good time to grab a few minutes for this. So… part three. I won’t get through the whole chapter this time either, there’s a lot here.

Next comes the way of ceremony, where divine ideas, words of power and precision of action are combined in a manner closely corresponding to that by which the angels work.

Ceremony quickly becomes rote. People memorize things and they lose meaning. If you’re Catholic, do you remember when “Hail Mary” turned into “HailMaryfullofgracetheLordiswiththeeblessedartthouamongwomen….”and lost any impact the prayer once had? Yeah, you know what I mean.

The senses are far more important to make contact with us. Scent, sound, color, foods… take your time and experience them, and help us experience them too. And not just whatever you have around, although anything is appreciated. Make an effort to choose our favorites, and that helps us come through even better.

The book then talks about bringing things into sick rooms to help call Raphael, like clear water, flowers, incense, things of beauty, and consecrating a space for them.

No great gift of knowledge would be needed to do this, only sincerity and vision.

Yes. Completely right. Feel it. Have a good heart. That’s the most important thing. And use items of specific importance to your guide, if you know what they are. If you are so blessed as to actually own physical things they owned, those are incredibly powerful and should be used for this, to help link them in.

…[T]he power would be greater and the presences more real if magnetised centres were provided in the home. A single object of great beauty, mentally associated with the angels and with nature, a bowl of flowers, freshly gathered every day, incense, the use of a short prayer or invocation each morning, and a benediction each evening, would suffice. Complete cleanliness, an atmosphere of utter purity, and the single motive of co-operation for mutual help are essential.

What he means by magnetised centres is a permanent space, or shrine, or altar, or whatever you want to call it, that’s been consecrated or charged for this purpose. Basically, keep it clean, use something of ours on it as a focus, give it attention every day in some way, and it helps us stay anchored and partnered.

I guess I’ll leave it at that point for now. Set aside your space, make it nice, do a morning and evening thank you, and see what happens.

More next time.

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Four Quartets

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Four Quartets, T.S. Eliot

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.

And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

Sounds of the Universe

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This is an account of what one student with the AMICA institute experienced. He seems to have literally woken up one morning, able to perceive the Music of the Spheres. From Fragrant & Radiant Healing Symphony by Roland Hunt:

“It was in the Spring of 1934 when I first heard the wonderful Sounds of the Universe. One night with my mind uplifted to God, I fell asleep, desiring only God and Truth. In the early morning I awakened and sat up listening intently, my mind concentrated on listening. No sound came and so I fell asleep again wondering why such a thing should happen. The next day while out on my bicycle riding between St. Annes-on-Sea and Blackpool—not a quiet place—I became aware of a lovely humming of all life—everything in all directions was humming and singing happily. I began to realise that everything was filled with music. The workmen I saw and heard in the distance sent out notes of music with their tools and hammers instead of the ugly sounds and bangs. I was filled with joy unspeakable to hear such things. A car came along and drew up with a flourish of trumpets, and the engine played some lovely tune. I listened in amazement, wondering if anyone else could hear the same things. But alas! They could not and so I had to keep the glorious truth to myself: that Music and Joy fills all space. I saw two lovers coming along the road and I heard them speak, but instead of hearing their Lancashire speech I heard beautiful voices.

“It was all a radiation of Joy, Harmony, and Love. How gloriously happy I was. No note of discord could find a place in me. On another occasion I entered a bus. As soon as the engine started the music began to play loudly above all the music and chatter of the people. Wherever I went there was music. When going to sleep at night I began to hear music in the heavens and later choirs of heavenly music and voices. I could hear Mass being sun and chanted and great bells ringing. I know the are going on without end.

“I heard the Music of the Spheres although until then I knew nothing of such things. Now I know I have been given music direct and spiritually.

“The Music of the Spheres became so loud that I had to pray for it to quieten down, for I had no one to advise me about such matters.

“As I lay down to sleep one night, I felt a swishing sensation and saw a beam of light. It was pale gold and felt like a searchlight. It was beginning to tune in to the Spheres.

“I heard the sons and daughters of God shouting for joy above the earth clouds. I almost jumped off the earth for joy myself when I first heard them. I would gladly have joined them and at that time wondered how I could remain on the earth.

“Some years ago I came to live in Newquay, Cornwall, and during the years I was greatly blessed as the beloved Music continued. Sometimes, to keep what I had found, I had to leave my home suddenly and go ou of doors to some quiet spot.

“On the sand dunes near Perranporth, in the great silence, where the lost church of St. Piron is said to be, the sounds were glorious and I could hardly bear to leave. Waking by the sea I have heard hundreds of violins playing heavenly music and again a great harp, the Harp of God, the lovely notes going, as it were, across the Universe. I loved the wind, for when it was rushing about I could hear the planets clearer than ever resounding on their pathway, and great trumpets would flourish as they passed by my window, as it seemed, along with the wind.

“As I lay listening and loving it all so much, I heard St. Michael and His Angels playing on trumpets and beating drums, fighting the spiritual battle which the world refuses to see and understand.

“I know by all this blessedness that I am only on earth to worship God and serve others in the highest sense. I have never taken any breathing exercises, but without knowing of special breathing, I knew I was breathing the Breath of God and breathed the harmony of all these things into my entire being, and I now desire to be further purified and suppose it must always continue for I know now that this purging process is essential and most necessary… and such remains my prayer.”

Some Zen Sunday Thoughts

bonsai treeWe went to a bonsai garden the other day. The man who runs it also had a large selection of “viewing rocks” that he had mounted to  wooden bases. They’re meant to be contemplated, as the little trees are. A miniature landscape, either in green or in stone.

It’s easy to get drawn into that little world where only one thing matters and all the other chaos gets distant. Because it’s in miniature, it’s easy to find relaxation in examining every little branch or bit of moss in a bonsai tree. Your mind can rest and meditate, and at the same time your imagination can place the tree in any world or situation or landscape you like.

The same can be done with anything. A stone, a candle flame, a cup of tea, a statue, a bowl of sand, a woven blanket, your bathroom linoleum, or a blank wall. You can use them to get lost and have inner visions, or you can simply relax and let your eyes follow the patterns to find a calmer place in your mind. Just observe them for a while in silence.

man meditatingI find myself doing this sometimes, especially in prayer. Yes, I pray too. Prayers can be meditations, whether memorized and repeated, or mantras that you chant, or whatever’s ad-libbed off the top of your head.

What do I pray about? I usually ask for help from those above me, same as you. For strength from Michael more than I should. Healing from Raphael sometimes. I give thanks a lot also. I always remember to give thanks for what I have, what I’ve been given, what I can do. I give thanks for the opportunities, for the good to come, for the pain in my past that made me what I am today. I make vows to be stronger and do the best I can for those I watch over. Sometimes, because I’m closer to where these beings are, conversations spring up between us. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s not. The Lwa, in particular, don’t seem to mesh with me very well, and it’s difficult to access them and talk with them. Angels and saints,  on the other hand, are easy to find and speak with. I’m not sure what that says about me, I just go with what works. Most human-type spirits are pretty easy for me to find, but not always. It depends.

Strangely, I’ve gone from zen thoughts to my dealings with other spirits. I guess it’s just what the zen part of my mind needed to say this evening.

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