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.

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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.
            
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        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