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WORDS & VISIONS FROM THE GOSPEL OF PHILIP - plus DARK THOUGHT

                                 
         The early Christian and Gnostic and Roman world tended 
to think in dualistic terms - good vs evil; the spirit vs lust,
the evil material world, vs the invisible spiritual world.
         The Greeks were more  pantheistic; they  thought 
more in terms of unity and the goodness of all things.
Lust was not a problem in the thinking
of the Greeks.
           
        (A) Without lust we would not exist. Sex is the
source of our being.
        (B)  Desire is the powerful enemy of the soul.
        These two statements (A and B) express the paradox
of love, the difficulty of making any final judgements
about this subject.
         It is in the obsession with lust that the difficulty
resides. If you see and pursue only the sweetness
of the fire, you are living in one of the hells.
         But it is a pleasant hell. It must be one of the
upper hells, until you see your bones dissolve within
you with ageing.
          When this starts to happen,perhaps it's best
to focus on the heritage of  light, to take a step
out of impermanence, and build your
spiritual residence in the eternal.



NOTE:                         IS THIS A REPEAT FROM ABOVE??  WK
                              (Note:  pantheism  vs dualism)) 
The fire, which is the lust in our loins
which is unconsciousness, which 
will lead us to a deep, dark and narrow
place...if we continue in it's grasp.
       to those who 
partake of the light, --are borne in the light --- 
to these the fires are purifying and not 
ultimately destructive...
         Those whose  Identity partakes of the Father,
those who are born in the Chrism of the Christ,
are not cast into a dark and narrow place
where shadows torment the souls...
         The early Christian and Roman world y  thought
to think in dualistic terms. The Greeks   thought more in terms of
unity of the world  the goodness of all things in the Universe,
including desire.
           

        (a) Without lust we would not exist. Sex is the
source of our being.
        (b)  Desire is the powerful enemy of the soul.
             These two statements  express the paradox
of love.

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     I went to a dinner at a rich relation's house. There were a number of people sitting around a dining table in a smallish room - (14 men , 10 women, all lavishly dressed)

        It was at that moment, as I entered, that I thought this: " I can kill them all with my bare hands, teeth and nails and fingers."

       There was a lot of meaningless polite patter, and I hated it - especially with the luxurious surroundings...

      It was then that I began to question my own  true nature.

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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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        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





















     
             

I DREAMED I MUST BRING YOU TO THIS HOLY PLACE

ANCIENT GOSPEL, FOUND ANEW



               ANCIENT GOSPEL FOUND ANEW
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I dreamed I must being you to this holy place.

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from THE CLIFFTOP WRITINGS

Clifftop Writings:
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"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;