Thursday, January 17, 2019

from THE CLIFFTOP WRITINGS


Clifftop Writings:
______________


"The poet knew that he had
            tasted the Mind of God
He had been taught and schooled
             by the Lord on cliff tops,
promontories into deep lakes
and wild seas. In many such
places the Lord of Hosts revealed
the eternal presence of His seeing
in His holy light. 
           The poet had been astounded
repeatedly and anointed by the Lord,
through none of his own
doing, but by Grace only.
            That all things are of God:
matter and soul and spirit originate
in Him, and all returns to Him.




All is in the crystal shower
of the incandescent throne,
The holy fountain that erupts
and subsides again: the awareness
which is the eye of the seashell
And of the hurricane and the tornado:
The burning blaze at the heart
Of the atom; the restless charge
That leaps throughout the adhesion
Of molecules; the pure eye of the
Baby child newly in her cradle:
The leap of a bright butterfly off a
          summer branch,
The yellow eye of the sun
The eye for which all all time
                            is present
The past and the future exist
                            simultaneous
To the Mind of God:


"I see Moses in his day and
Adam and the birth of my son
In whom I am well pleased;
I am Alpha, Omega, and I am
the unity of the Universe."


"I am  the living and fiery essence
         that burns in the light of the stars;
  I am the white light of holy dreams
         and realities,
The chastity of the bride
The white wedding of the Mind;
I am the poet's poetry
The prophecy of the sage
I am the potter,
You are my clay:
I give to you, even this
New heaven and earth
Born again in this page;

Sunday, May 7, 2017

I PRAISE THEE, O LORD OF HOSTS I PRAISE THY NAME




“Oh, you Saints and Bodhisattvas! I hail thee! Aid me now, please, I  can’t finish this passage without your help. You know this to be true.”


“Oh, Holy Father, you are the Lord of Hosts, God of Israel and Albion – You who breathe joy into my spirit and my soul… you who are at the heart of me –

Lord of the Meeting RIVERS,  You of the red earth of the Indus plains, You of the Caribbean… of the Mother of my Love, You who are Grace to all things earthly, and all sphere’s beyond the earth. You who give me all my strength; you know I have no strength without you.

YOU WHO BRING FERTILITY TO ALL THE LANDS,

you who rouse me from my sleep and show me  the beauty of women once again.

You who lift me from my solitude, you who carry me to the sweet and bubbling waters that flow straight into me from the mouth of your transcendent Son.

You who show me mercy, you who led me to your

miraculous,transcendental, eternal Son, You who have shown His Mind to me…

You who teach me the joyous meaning of ‘“FOREVER”… You who have set me free…You who lead me  to sit by the still waters… You who lead into the meaning and core of Your TrinitY…You who teach me the Truth, You who return my home to me — You who make me glad and show me the Mystical value of your Sun rising and falling around me —You who love me more than I ever could love myself, you who cleared the Path for me — so that now I  clear the Path for others,

especially so I may make straight the way for our Youth, those of us who will build a renewed Nation, those who will Quest and find you, because of the sign posts we set out and which you sanitize and bless today – signs for those courageous pilgrims and heroes who will sail the seas of Your terror, the path way to the site of your foundation experience, Realization which transcends the centuries… You who are my soul, you who bathe me in the sunlight of your Eternal Spirit, You in whom Grace resides,

the only place where Grace can ever be, you who are the Mind of God. You who teach your Mind to me, so that others may learn through your power, the strength that you bequeath to me… you who are my God, the only One to me… You who are The One Who Is Creating Us, I praise Thee. I praise Thee, O holy Lord, I praise Thee forever, now and hereafter, I praise Thee to the heights, that all the world might be blessed so as to praise Thee. I have no strength of my own – only the strength through which you have carried me.

               I thank you, Lord of Hosts, for you are Father to me. You are my Soul.


Whatever gifts I have, you have given me.I am nothing without your strength . All I am you have given me. In my hand you place the infinite meanings; in my hand you have displayed eternity.


O Holy One, I praise Thee.





(C) 2017 by the Author through the hand of

           W. G. Milne




Sunday, August 21, 2016

POEMS OF THE TRUE ONE





        When I was living in small rooms all through the City of Toronto, I started to have
visions of paradise - and not a future
Paradise, either - but a present time living every day paradise. 
        I saw it in the grass around me, in the flowers in their beds, in wild growing plants in the bush, in the stars in the sky, in the blood red
wine in the  crystal goblet, in the swellings of
a beautiful girl. All was part of One all-embracing paradisal glory and Grace that suffused the green shoots of everything.
        I had had that ego annihilation experience,
and I walked in the parks and streets for three days and nights, absorbed in the divinity
of all things. Dark glasses had been removed
from my eyes, dawn was coming, and I saw the chastity of  our Father, the Creating One,
in all things.
      After my Realization ( foundation experience) I walked in a new heaven and earth. The immaculate cosmos shone forth
everywhere... I guess it was my eyes that had been new.
       There is no explaining such events. I can only say that the Liberation experience is here,
and it can be found by anyone who is willing
to give up enough in the inner search, so as to find the meaning of Identity.

      During this experience I wrote a chapter in what I'll call The Poet's Testament. The fact of the matter is - I though I was writing a New Testament with the guidance of the Father.
       I've been to jail several times. I thought I'd be killed or jailed again if I called the book,
THE NEW TESTAMENT, so I backed off
and reduced the name.

       In this period, also, I wrote "The Father Poems", which I have just discovered in my files once again.
       I'll publish one of these poems here,
if I may.

Here's one:


        Father, when I am worthy

to write such poems
        
       Let me find the poems

of the True one.
        
         For as you are the Father, Lord,
         
         I would be your son.
         
         And as you are true, Father,

I would be a true one and

write the Word of Truth.


         There are many spirits,

Father, in the Psyche's Dark.

But I would lift your light high,

Father, if I am worthy...
         
        If it shall be, Father, Father let it be.


        Father, when I am worthy

to write such poems

        Let me find the poems

of the True One.





(C)2016 by W.G. Milne

Friday, June 12, 2015

CLIFFTOP WRITINGS... THE POET'S TESTAMENT Edited



       
       This is a continuation of my efforts
to share a manuscript of mystical writings
I call the Clifftop Writings.
       At the time of writing these passages
I was convinced I was writing the
New Testament of the Lord of Hosts.
        I ask you to reserve judgment
on what these writings might be. Even
though I have moved on in my life,
I have not moved that far along... I
know these writings are too fine
to be destroyed.
______________________________




THE POET'S TESTAMENT


  (C) 1974 to 2015 by W.G.Milne and
         by the Author.
   The paragraph and word order is maintained
    on the typed page as it was in the manuscript,
    written mostly in pencil. Ballpoint pens
     often don't work in freezing or windy
     conditions.
             Most of the clifftop writings were
      written outside. I wrote in a variety of
       notebooks, keeping several pencils
       in the breast pocket in my tweed
       coat and vests. I wrote with a pencil
       in one hand and "The Nag Hammadi
       Library", edited by James. M. Robinson,
       in my other hand. I always started
        meditating on a passage on one of the
        fifty-two holy books contained in that
        library.
             When words became the Word,
       I didn't have time to go back inside
       the hut to get supplies. So I sharpened
       the pencils again and again on the granite
       rock of the Laurentian Shield. 
    


Clifftop Writings:
______________


"The poet knew that he had
            tasted the Mind of God
He had been taught and schooled
             by the Lord on cliff tops,
promontories into deep lakes
and wild seas. In many such
places the Lord of Hosts revealed
the eternal presence of His seeing
in His holy light.
           The poet had been astounded
repeatedly and anointed as a prophet
of the Lord, through none of his own
doing, but by Grace only.
            That all things are of God:
matter and soul and spirit originate
in Him, and all returns to Him.


All is in the crystal shower
of the incandescent throne,
The holy fountain that erupts
and subsides again: the awareness
which is the eye of the seashell
And of the hurricane and the tornado:
The burning blaze at the heart
Of the atom; the restless charge
That leaps throughout the adhesion
Of molecules; the pure eye of the
Baby child newly in her cradle:
The leap of a bright butterfly off a
          summer branch,
The yellow eye of the sun
The eye for which all all time
                            is present
The past and the future exist
                            simultaneous
To the Mind of God:


"I see Moses in his day and
Adam and the birth of my son
In whom I am well pleased;
I am Alpha, Omega, and I am
the unity of the Universe."


"I am  the living and fiery essence
         that burns in the light of the stars;
  I am the white light of holy dreams
         and realities,
The chastity of the bride
The white wedding of the Mind;
I am the poet's poetry
The prophecy of the sage
I am the potter,
You are my clay:
I give to you, even this
New heaven and earth
Born again in this page;
Verily I say
And listen carefully to
          this phrase:


'I do not send my Son
          again
To be crucified among men:
Rather now, in this new age
Behold him in whom I am well
          pleased
Even here, the fructification
          of my seed,
The Seed of David in this new age now
          men shall be
Crucified upon the Christ
In this age, and through these
          pages
The second coming has come,'
The father says.
So it is written
So shall it be."


The poet lay down his head
          and gave thanks to the Lord
For His holiness, His chapel of light
The sight of a star across worlds
          from a holy promontory
To another, sun beckons to intergalactic sun
           to son;
The poet thanks God, Lord of hosts
That he should live to see
            this day.


For it had been foretold by the
            Lord
It had been spoken by the Father
That the prophet should not
             live to see
The flowering of this prophecy;
Yet the world would come to see
The blossoming of his poetry.




                                                        Easter














Note:


The fact of the matter - it doesn't matter what I am
- this talk about prophet or poet, it misses the
point. It's not about me.
I was concerned about the weight of the manuscript on my own shoulders,
that I had to finish it and share it before I died.
      I prayed to the Holy One and asked
what I was to do to protect the Grace
contained in this book.
        The answer that came, without a word
being spoken was this... the answer to my
prayer was:




"Grace is not contained in any book.
Grace is mine alone," sayeth the Lord.
" I am the Lord of Abraham,  I AM,
I AM THAT I AM.  I alone am the source of
Grace. I alone may bestow it."




        So I needen't have worried about my own
status. The best way to convey my status
is to remember the words also of the Lord God:


"YOU ARE AN EMPTY VESSEL."


        This is what I am. And this also is what
I am not.









I know longer know what all of this
means - likely, I never did know.
For a wind blew through me,
And blew the cherries from the trees.








                              (C)1990-2015 by W.G.Milne

Friday, May 8, 2015

VOICE OF THE THUNDER - 1........CLIFFTOP WRITINGS



       


                 As I've explained in articles many times, I am not a religious person. However I am a practicing mystic, and as I grew up
almost a solitary person beside the sea,
in my early years I was in touch with Spirit
on the north coast of Jamaica, before I reached the age of articulation.
                Running along the coral to the sound of ocean waves, I was a very lucky man, because my earliest vision was that of
the pristine, pervading all aspects of
my life.
                I imagine, for many people,
childhood was that way. This is why
we long for the radiant days
of our youth.


                I was in Toronto one time,
at a band rehearsal and picnic. The
band members, most of us ate the sacred
mushroom. It's possible I ate more than
everybody else, so I found myself lying
on the hardwood floor in the dark
interior of the house.
                In a moment of deep meditation
and prayer, I asked God, "What am I?"
A loud voice that shook the foundations of the house answered. The voice of the Lord
said:


          "YOU ARE AN EMPTY VESSEL."
     
               Now that's not exactly a compliment,
and you can be sure I'd never say any such thing, even if I was suffering a psychotic break
and I was talking to myself.
               The thundering words had undeniable
truth, and I have not be able to doubt these words to this day.


                The reason I mention this occurrence
is that in later days, when I was living in the hut at the top of the cliff, words passed through me, words spoken from on high. And
these words never would have appeared on
the page of my notebook, had I not been an
empty vessel, a flute played by
the voice of the wind.


               I do not claim ownership of the following words. In fact, I have hesitated
to publish this thundering rebuke
at all.
               Through cowardice, I have
refused to popularize these words.
But out of the great sea of words in my notebooks, and manuscripts, the pages of
this passage keep appearing again and

again in different rooms.


               I was writing the following words
on a small round table with a round steel base.

The base of the table was on a flat rock of ancient granite.
              There were people within thirty feet of me, sitting in the woods, watching a fire.
                Apparently as I wrote these words
the table started to hum. It made a strong
vibrating sound all the time I wrote
down the following words. I was not conscious

of any sound, for the words kept pouring through me. I could look around at the dramatic view of lakes and islands
way below me, my hand kept moving and
the table was humming with intensity
on its base as if a voice of thunder was
passing through the table from on high
and into the rock below.
               I wrote the words verbatim, as the voice passed through me.
                No changes have been made
to this passage whatsoever. This passage was written on the cliff top thirty years ago.


 


                 "The gold herein is not the
gold of men, the fool's gold, which men
crave in a frenzy and which turns a
nation to a nation of hoarders. No,
the gold herein is the philosopher's
gold, that which transmutes baser
matters. And it is this gold,
the Law of the Father, which should be
kept guarded and locked in the heart
of our Nation. All else is
transient dross.
        Rather seek the Pearl which endures
the rotting of mortal flesh. For this Pearl
is the eye of hope that shines in the Mind
of the Father. In the time of morning,
we shall see with the eyes of spring this
Pearl with this Mind.



         It is through the Realization of this Mind
that the Anointed One is coming.
      

        The Eye with which we see God,
       Is the Eye with which we are seen.
       As we know, so are we known.
       As we forgive, so are we forgiven.
       As we have given gifts,
       So there is much that we are given.
       And as we grow to love,
       O how are we loved and forgiven
       Even before we have knelt to pray...


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 (lines not included - see red spiral

   notebook)


        Espouse ideas of brilliant vogue
and flashy chicanery, but your
cleverness will have no answers
for this test, as your mettle is weighed.
Think what you wish: in the
wilderness of opinion there is no rest:
a sword of Judgment passes through
the world all the same. And it casts
the dead branches, who presumed
to be the vine in its entirety.
        Christ is the vine who has
set fire to the world, to burn off
the dead weight and barren chaff,
set fire to error in the Midst.
         Those who said,
"By the strength of my hand have
I done it, and by my wisdom."
What will you do in the day of
visitation?"











                       (C)1984-2015 by W.G. Milne





















     
             

Thursday, April 2, 2015

REVELATION WILL COME, THE CHURCH OF THE OPEN ROAD





THE CHURCH OF THE OPEN ROAD
__________________________________






REVELATION WILL COME. THE CHURCH OF THE OPEN ROAD



          We all face times of great doubt and times when our bad habits get us down. This is normal. In fact, it is necessary to doubt greatly
if one is to come to great realization. Without first having the question, there can be no answer.
It is needed that the small mind, the mind of so-called rational thought, find its own limitations. This is likened to the old gray rat
going into the dead-end alley, the place where analytical questioning
must end.
                    A higher faculty of mind must take over when one seeks answers to
questions about human meaning. The question is: “What is the meaning of life?” This question used to torment me when I was
a young man. And the answer will not be provided by the rational
intellect.
               The difficulty with Western Philosophy is: it creates a problem where none exists.
             In the East this higher faculty of mind is called prajna and its activity seems to takes place in an area behind the center of the
forehead. It has also been called the third eye.
And this is the place of spiritual reasoning.
            I undertook to do an inquiry into Christian Origins. And it seems as if I have gotten to the bottom of things. This is the most difficult assignment your Roving Reporter has ever been sent on/ sent himself on.
            Jesus Christ grew out of the Essene community. If you wish to research the Essenes, John Allegro has a blog that touches upon
them. I should say, “A man called Jesus Christ” because the history of the matter is unclear.
           Christ is important, not because he was a highly special God-man who performed miracles. No, these notions just make the
Christ a hot property which the church could monopolize for
incredible profit, cash, and respect in the community. In fact,
the Christ is important because he is so ordinary: that this
wondrous Vision of God came out of the poverty of the ordinary man.
         And the Vision is one of love and knowledge. It might take
blind faith to get to the place where the Vision exists; but it
takes a knowing experience in order to realize the Vision.
Christ is more important as a state of Mind than He is as
a particular person who lived two thousand years ago.
I put capitals on words pertaining to Christ, because
once the Mind that is Christ is realized, it is the Vision of God.
         Out of the ordinary soul, there is thisVision that is divine.This material ends up being very simple. As Father Belyea used to say: “Nobody sees the obvious.”
But what is indeed miraculous is that this Heart-Mind
that spans the centuries comes out of the most ordinary soil.
And what changes the ordinary into the divine?
        This is the same
question as, “What is the Meaning of Life?” Or, “What’s
going on?” Let us call the agency that transforms the ordinary into the divine, let us call it, “the Eucharist.”
But it is not the eucharist you will be offered in church.
Or at least not in what passes for church in this day and age.
The mystery has been taken out of our religion. The Bible has been emasculated.
         It has gotten so bad that the church has negated
the very existence of the Great Realization.
This is the very heart of what the earliest Christians were
confronting, as they were emerging out of the Essene community:
the mystery as to how this man they knew as an ordinary man
in the very midst of them became the Son of God.
They knew he was the carpenter’s son, from Galilee. And who believes a prophet that comes from your own town? You knew him
when he was growing up and when he did really stupid things.
         As it says in the Bible: “Can anything good come out of Galilee?” Well, something did.


       The other day I heard a song from Jamaica, and the singer was assuring his people that “Revelation will come.” Well,
it has come and it is here. And any ordinary person can
put him/herself in that place where Revelation will come.
But first it is necessary to empty a place within you.
Empty yourself of the monkey-like mind that always
has another thought; empty yourself of erroneous thought.
Empty yourself of ignorance which is like a fog that prevents you from seeing. In fact, empty yourself of everything you
have ever been taught.
         Prepare a place within you and Grace will come. And
in that place, Christ will arrive also. And Christ is the Vision
that is the Meaning of the Eternal.
         “Whoever finds the meaning of these words will not taste death.”
(Gospel of Thomas)
         Jesus said: “If the flesh came into being because of spirit, it is a wonder. But if spirit came into being because of the body, it is a wonder of wonders. Indeed, I am amazed
at how this great wealth has made its home in this poverty.”
        What I am saying to you, you will not hear it in the churches
of this day. You would have had to live in the first century A.D. in order to hear this – the earliest message of the one who is called Christ.
        Rather than go to church, open a church, a temple within you. Open an empty place and tend it as you would a loved one’s grave. Be patient and wait, and I assure you… the sacred will come.
         Join me. For in this church, the doors can never be locked.
        This is the church of the open road.



Sunday, March 29, 2015

WRITING FROM JAIL AND Ephesians 4



        
         I didn't write this on the cliff top, I wrote this in jail.
I copied the first bit from the apostle Paul. If Paul
wrote this, he's better than I thought he was.
        I believe the first verse is from Ephesians 4. I'm
not comparing myself to Paul: but I believe
he was in jail, also, when he wrote Ephesians.

                              ***********************************
In my book at amazon.com, "Most Ancient Gospel Found Anew, The Second Coming of Christ," I made the argument that the miraculous discovery of ancient Gospels
which now are new to us - 2000 years after the death of Christ - the discovery in 1945 at Nag Hammadi, Egypt - this event is the advent of the arising once again
of Christ Consciousness. The arising once again of the fullness of the Mind
of Christ - no one believed me at the time.
                But much has happened since then. I made the statement ten years ago.
So many developments have taken place since then, that it's rather difficult to argue
against what is happening, if you are knowledgeable in these events;
there is no recourse but to be amazed, and to give thanks for the stupendous
miracle that is occurring in the Christian world: that this is how the Second
Coming of Christ actually is taking place!
               
                O Holy One, we praise thee.
                Thank you for your gifts,
                 Thank you for your Grace.
            
                             ************************************



        In the fullness of Christ and
God who is above all, and through all
and in you all,  we may come
speaking the truth in love,
perfecting the saints;
we may grow up into him
in all things, which is the head,
even Christ. 'Til we come unto
a perfect man - the fullness of Christ,
who is the son of God and one
with God.                   (Ephesians 4)


        



        This is the Word of the Lord  of hosts,
a forgiveness to the poet
and a bounty to you Christians
of the new covenant, a fountain 
of peace unto eternal life.
      As you have promised us
Father, I see your promise is
real and true, redemption is here
forever in your light, if only
we find the strength to come to you.
        This is the mercy you have given
us that takes away absolutely the
sting of death. For death has no
dominion in the Kingdom of the Lord.
We are in your kingdom when we are in
your light.
        O brothers, I feel you with me
across the ages in this  vessel
of God.
        These are words of travelling souls
as we travel free and safe always...
across the ocean of death.

          You took me up in your tender arms
 and lifted me. A hermit, you gave me
a community of love. Saints and angels
kiss my forehead in the
darkness of utter night. O Jesus
Christ, strengthen and bolster your poor
nerve-shot poet, you enable me to swim
and write in the waters of your Word.

         In this instant I write with the 
mercy of the Lord, even in this
jail I travel with you, across the
river of forgetfulness and the ocean
of death.
        Thank you, Father, for your Grace, 
thank you for the gifts you give to us
and thank you for the strength 
 you bequeath.

        Without your strength
I am  a dried  husk blown away 
on the autumn wind.
        Thank you for the fuel
and thank you for the strength
you give to me.












         During the mystical events that took place
month after month on the cliff top,
in the wind over the lakes, these words
were given me:


"I shall not send my son again,
 To be crucified in the world of men;
  Rather men shall be crucified
  Upon the Christ."















(C)2013 by W.G. Milne