Jelling Resolutions

As I reviewed my pending New year’s resolutions,
carefully organized and written down in my pedantic way,
I realize they fell into four groups:

CHANGING HABITS (ORCHESTRATION)
PUTTING FRUSTRATIONS TO REST (FORGIVENESS)
BALANCING VALUES and PERCEPTIONS (TEGSH)
SETTING GOALS (COMMITMENTS)

The details matter little compared with intent and,
while recognizing some consider ‘linking intent to action’ is ‘magic’,
I do not – that simply ‘being resolute’; but agree that if most of the resolutions come to pass it will be magickal – yet I will persist in the practice.

I am a firm believer in the ‘CPR’ approach to growth, i.e. “out with the bad idea – in with the new,” and “the only thing standing in the way of a new idea is that an ineffective idea is in its place!”

Thus I figured I was prepared – until I chatted with Trigor …

and learned how unprepared I am for fulfillment. To illustrate this point, he slipped to allegory, which I will share with you.

“Consider yourself in contemplation as a jelly filled donut – or a spiral Danish or cherry bob-bon as you prefer. Setting new goals or resolutions might be considered as moving from one plate to another. The challenge is how to move your essential being (the jelly part) without making a mess of the job, as you cannot move just the jelly as the entire donut must come along, with the juicy filling still inside!

Now a donut is coincidentally also a taros, and circles endlessly about to insure you do not forget what brought you here. With a Danish you might envision a spiraled labyrinth leading to your inner-self; while a bob-bon is made of concentric circles to the same effect. What is basic here is that the middle cannot be moved without the entirety of your human self. So, of these four categories of resolutions, even thinking of new goals is meaningless until you have dealt with the other three – and waiting until a specific date will always be too late.

The process of (reordered) – Forgiveness, Tegsh and Orchestration should be a continuously cycled event, which will allow for the setting of new goals with confidence – setting your own ‘new year’ of being. Each sunrise can be a rebirth of where ‘you are going’, but only if ‘who you are’ is be and done.”

Hummmm …

perhaps a metaphysical diet is in order.

papa faucon

Weep Not Lemuria

While musing on the seeding, nurturing and blossoming if Lemuria, now perhaps to lie fallow or bear only special fruit as the budding of my Christmas cactus, I stumbled, as if by chance on an old book – found and saved for fifty years but never read. Some say there are no ‘coincidences’ – so I share some of this with you, that I might insert the name ‘Heather’ and ‘Lemuria’ as ye will forgive.

The book is “Light of Asia”, by one Edwin Arnold in 1879. It is an epic translation of Indian poems and stories of the life of Buddha, and was notable for being simultaneously attacked by the ‘East’ for ‘commonizing’ Buddha’s divine nature, and by the West for drawing attention to similarities with Jesus’ life. As the poem is about 230 pages long, I give you but a glimpse – perhaps to caress the ‘Christos Current’ by which our Enchantress is surely touched.

faucon, in gratitude
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thus took [she], and [her] writing-stick, and stood
With eyes bent down before the Sage, who said,
“Child, write [these ancient words], speaking slow the verse
[“Lemuria”] named, which only High-born hear …

[“Verily, I write,”] meekly relied [our Heather],
and quickly on the dust [the Enchantress] drew –
…
The pictured writings and speech of signs,
Tokens of cave-men and the sea-peoples,
Of those who worship snakes beneath the earth,
And those who flame adore and the sun’s orb,
The magicians and the dwellers on the mounds;
Of all the nations all strange scripts [she] traced
One after other with [her] writing-stick,
Reading the [Master’s] verse in every tongue;
and [the Muse] said, “It is enough …”

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now rest

Behold Oera Linda

I would suggest/request that all Lemurians
read various available e-articles on “Oera Linda”
Please notice that thosew riting about Oera Linda and attacking
perceived inaccuracies, contain as many inaccuracies,
and bias as well.

Considered by some to be either completely fictional,
or an exercise in ‘reverse-engineering’ of early history,
recent photographs from space have verified
some of the ‘stories’. Additionally, the excavation
of Kergan burial mounds has provided direct links
to the writers of this book to ‘truths’ revealed.

At least, one might consider that the ‘myths’
contained in this book have as much basis in truth
as other accounts of early history (including the Old Testament).

examples:

The Friesians (Netherlands) originally came from Troy

Their description of Atlantis type events (Lemuria also)
are CORRECTLY set at between 2190-2234 BCE,
though they place the island in the Baltic Sea.

Their description of historic events like the
rise of Attila the Hun are probably more accurate
than other writings. (what you were taught)

The existence of giant craters in South America are
described accurately – in a book written about 600 AD!;
plus the knowledge that the two ‘Americas’ were once
separate, and that the joining with a land bridge
would destroy many forms of life.

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Trigor will write of some of this on the “Grand-Tour’,
but no one should miss out on these revelations and ‘facts’.
As noted previously, one value of a myth is that it may challenge
traditional thinking and beliefs.

faucon

Heather Near

I wrote this for Heather last year on another blog you will never see,
and do again that you might know her more …

papa
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‘Heather’ as a word,
falls in a mem’ried pile of life’s moraine,
with ‘copse’ and ‘gorse’,
‘moor’ and ‘rill’ and ‘loch’.

Ah, to return to the Scottish highlands,
hills of endless grey and green,
blushed with pink and yellow dreams.

Crisscrossed waterfalls allow
of arching bridges and twisty roads,
leading to surprised vale mists
and dark lakes of mystery.

Yet, of all of this –
or perhaps because of all –
only one word became
a girl’s name,
rarely used today,

as ‘heath’ leads to ‘hearth’
and ‘heart’ and ‘home’
that we may
believe
again.

Welcome Adventure

What I wished to post two days ago
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THREE QUESTIONS

Who will walk with me in the high meadow where the waving lupine caresses lavender on our bare feet and hides the rabbit tracks of yesterday? Who will hold my hand to jump-step the stream that flickers clouded fingers of light into our laughing eyes? Who will tumble with me down the grassy, tender slope of childhood memories where the game was more important than the goal?
Perhaps who is not the question or the answer here -
but I listen intensely just the same.

Where is the crystal pool with the mossy stones beneath the earth blessed spring of winter’s tears where we can wash our dusty feet? Where can we shed our false pride and imagined slights that gather like mold upon our skin, hidden beneath society’s brash garments? Where can we stand naked in warm cleansing rays of friendship and eternal love without the curse of shame cast in the name of faith?
Perhaps where is not the question or the answer here -
but I look deeply just the same.

When will I know that you have heard my silent, stifled cry for courage to conquer selfish, foolish right? When will the extraction of tortured self-inflicted spikes draw breaths of joy rather than sighs of fear? When will I hear the siren song that I know blends with the chiming star stuck bells of eternity? When will I cease to question that which my soul should already know from simple shaped internal bliss?
Perhaps when is not the question or the answer here -
but I wait patiently, just the same.

papa faucon