Truth Will Out

Why should 'love', be confusing? Why? Because 'Mans' moral strictures were placed upon it? God in his 'free realm', says many things ...out of the mouths of his 'supposed' clerics and scholars, and yet... God, in his nature is free and he is love.

How many ways can love be sliced and diced? How many ways can it be judged and ransomed? Love is love, I say! Michelangelo, put, 'right' to that in Sistine chapel, as some mad and moral monk, 'knocked' penises from all the statues...'long 'the way'.

So, as if we had no 'male parts ', agape was construed...'a keeper', eros, to be tossed away. Thus, romance had to hide, and man in love with lover...put to shame. It isn't going to work this way, in God's great realm of human nature. We are all the same, in that, we love in many ways...and any way we can.

God forgive, he made us!

Amen!


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: spring, pierre auguste cot, 1873

Eros (/ˈɪrɒs/ or /ˈɛrɒs/; Ancient Greek: ἔρως érōs "love" or "desire") is one of the four ancient Greco-Christian terms which can be rendered into English as "love". The other three are storge, philia, and agape. Eros refers to "passionate love" or romantic love; storge to familial love; philia to friendship as a kind of love; and agape refers to "selfless love", or "charity" as it is translated in the Christian scriptures (from the Latin caritas, dearness).

The term erotic is derived from eros. Eros has also been used in philosophy and psychology in a much wider sense, almost as an equivalent to "life energy". Source: Wikipedia

The Singers Of Forever

They fade, as a sunset fades, at the mythic edge...of history. They fade, and whisper, one more time...'we love you, but we cannot stay...we flowers, of another world. We will come to you again'. They fade, these fateful beings of the light, until all's left's the high sweet sound...the end of the song...

...of the elvin people.


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: forest elf, google art

The Ride of My life

I love you and I miss you, son and daughter. I cannot believe, in a negative way...that you were any part, of abysmally ejecting me. My 'self certain' girl, wanting to show her way, keeping her head down, abiding no failure...my Nimue. 

My son, Christopher, bold 'Columbus'...of a new age. You lived in the sun, and I hear you, in my soul. I am with you...never give up on me, and I'll never give up on you. I love you to infinity. You are the only genius, knowing to follow me...my own, Jesus...savior someday. 

Mom, take care of them. I love you,  too. You know I do. I don't know the mystery, well. I only know...it was time, and here is 'the ride of my life'. You're a smart lady...'my Miho chan'. Will you see me again? Of course, you will. You'll be fine, and they will too. No goodbye, but hello...when we meet again.

Forever...


Written by, Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: the ride, google pic

Chosen One

They say: 'Ignorance is bliss'. But ignorance is here, in this world, in these people, in every breath...of 'so called' life. It is not bliss. It is pain. It is disappointment. It is, the 'putting off of the appointment', and I am as guilty of it, as you.

I can pretend, if I wish. I can avoid, for a while. But, the fact is...I must meet a greater thing. 'That' is bliss, and you and I and all...are terrified of it! I can say it now. I can speak it's name, because, I am very near...and others know, I am.

It's ok. I'm tired here, of this, this lie, this false vision, this twisted 'altered state'. This is not, where I came from. God is inside me. He is not 'the boogey man', you think he is, and he is not 'death'. But, 'the way to everlasting life'.

God showed me...to sing his song, I must be his reed, his 'hollow' conduit, his mystery...and, I will be. I am waiting now, at the port, for my ride. Any day now, my ship will come. All the armies on Earth, cannot stop this destiny.

I stand here, on the sand, watching...as I have, so many times before, and once again...no one, really knows, or knew, but I. I love you all, and will miss you, even though, at your hand...I suffered greatly.

I lived among you...in your ignorant land, and listened to your lies, and abode in your false teachings...believing, they were story's, I could trust, for like a child...I am. None the less, I am leaving...free at last.


Namaste


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: cosmic ships, google pic

The Souls Progression

I have seen her, traveled in her wings, many times. In her glory, face to face, I have witnessed her once...in a dark room, at peace, with eyes wide open. She revealed herself.

Above me, over me...of me, of golden light...like a fiery vapor. Kundalini. It is said, an exposure to a kundalinic arousal, can be dangerous...if not fatal, to the body unprepared.

One, Gopi Krishna, gives an account of his experience with her in a book, written of it. In my personal experience...it was not as trying, and over time, I believe, has been a transformative adaptation.

Is she the soul? I believe, she is the mother of the soul, guarding her nest, and her eggs. A wisdom says: 'Keep not, your eggs in one basket'. It is further said, there may be seven or more houses for a single soul. Diversify, with a thing so precious.

A 'soul'. Most value less, a thing...they know not, they possess. In my studies, of a souls progression, growth and ultimate absorption into God Brahman, soul unfolds and is called 'the jewel in the lotus'.

The jewel rests there, in its nest, abiding time...until 'moksha', liberation, and release from 'samsara', this world, and her training. The key event, to the souls preparedness for liberation...is called 'sunyata', hollowness, emptiness.

A cup prepared to be 'poured into', a receptive vessel, having emptied 'of itself', that a wiser and more comprehensive value may join and become one with it. This is the accomplishment of 'Atma', individual soul...with 'Brahman', oversoul...great soul, that which is all and nothing at all, but pure beingness.

Kundalini, is the treasure dragon...that, protecting this nest, for eventual union. Rosicrucianism has an expression called 'the alchemical marriage'. In essence, it is the stage at which, one value changes into another, and Christianity call 'surrender'. It is actually, the subatomic joining and restructuring of three qualities.

In this trinity, are the values of odd and even. The carrier of it, is 'not in being', as defined in conscious human expression.. It cannot be defined as 'such', and this is the mystery and shall remain so. This is where 'faith', plays her part in union with God.

I promised, I would reveal 'analysis', I have gleaned of personal experience, and because, I believe...'we die', for a lack of spiritual knowledge, which is really, the only true wisdom, outside of death and lecture(very similar). We are more than we know.

You are more than you know...vastly more. Consider the flower...

Namaste

Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: soul self, google art

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The Jewel Of The Lotus

When the lotus opened, in my heart, I was very young, loving everyone. Little did I know, I carried deep inside, the jewel divine. I used to tell, myself: "You are a bud, but you will open"...un-realizing, what that meant, or that I had.

As I grew older, and I met the world, and walked its stony paths, I met its 'stony teachers' too. They taught me, how to close myself away. Thus, many years passed by, where I was wasted from the very ones, who needed me.

I could not share 'the gift' I held, for others...and, of course, they didn't care...but, deep inside my heart, 'the jewel' was growing in its strength, pushing to be born of me. At last, and now, that I am old, so fully bloomed...the flower of my soul, laid bare.

The jewel at the heart is on fire, its wings outstretched toward heaven there, ready to fly. These few words are teachings from the heart of soul divine...a token, meant for the healing of a hard and bitter world, a cynical medicine, perhaps...but, given in love.

Namaste


Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: jewel at the heart of the lotus, google art