I just want to give everybody some hope in all this confusing world. There is an end to all this madness. The world system is like the Frankenstein story. Man creates an entity to serve him, but the entity becomes his destruction. Einstein did not believe in the past or the future, just the ever present now. He likened our limited earthly understanding of time and space to a parade. If you are at ground level watching a parade , the float passing directly in view is the present. As it passes by , it becomes the past. The floats yet to pass by your ground level view , is the future. However; if one was to climb up 12 stories and look down upon the parade at hand, they would see the whole thing at once.
It is only in our meager perception of the events around us that we have this sense of uncertainty about what is happening in the world. Even the news likes to send their ticker tape info at the bottom line of your t.v. , just like a parade. We must get up high in our perspective and see the whole thing at once. It doesn’t matter who drives the car of power, it destined to go over a cliff. Not one stone from the old will be brought into the new. Idealogical hegemony would have you believe that the system works if only we had the right people in power. When has it ever worked. The heart of men is deceitfully wicked above all things, who can know it. You cannot legislate a nature change in human beings. The law makes nothing perfect , it only serves the purpose of revealing our inability to keep it. Don’t despair my fellow humans, help is on its way.
Wisdom is the guide through the imagery of mind,
Through the cosmic heart of men in speculation.
Understanding shines its light when the path is hard to find.
Truth alone is the final declaration.
Tribulation is the fire that purifies the soul,
Only that which abides the flame endures forever.
Fragmentation yearns to be reunited with the Whole.
A union that no force in hell can sever.
The value of a thing is reflected in the price,
the cost required for its redemption.
Nothing less than the full Sum will suffice.
The lost is found by Love’s perfectionl
A Universal cry from all creation groans;
"Deliver us from this bondage of corruption."
The Law makes nothing perfect, it only stones.
Preventing entrance back into the Garden.
The heartstrings of my soul are struck with painful chords,
A symphony of travail like clouds ascending.
Take us to the place beyond the flaming sword,
Where dawns the new day that’s transcending.
I just want to give everybody some hope in all this confusing world. There is an end to all this madness. The world system is like the Frankenstein story. Man creates an entity to serve him, but the entity becomes his destruction. Einstein did not believe in the past or the future, just the ever present now. He likened our limited earthly understanding of time and space to a parade. If you are at ground level watching a parade , the float passing directly in view is the present. As it passes by , it becomes the past. The floats yet to pass by your ground level view , is the future. However; if one was to climb up 12 stories and look down upon the parade at hand, they would see the whole thing at once.
It is only in our meager perception of the events around us that we have this sense of uncertainty about what is happening in the world. Even the news likes to send their ticker tape info at the bottom line of your t.v. , just like a parade. We must get up high in our perspective and see the whole thing at once. It doesn’t matter who drives the car of power, it destined to go over a cliff. Not one stone from the old will be brought into the new. Idealogical hegemony would have you believe that the system works if only we had the right people in power. When has it ever worked. The heart of men is deceitfully wicked above all things, who can know it. You cannot legislate a nature change in human beings. The law makes nothing perfect , it only serves the purpose of revealing our inability to keep it. Don’t despair my fellow humans, help is on its way.
Wisdom is the guide through the imagery of mind,
Through the cosmic heart of men in speculation.
Understanding shines its light when the path is hard to find.
Truth alone is the final declaration.
Tribulation is the fire that purifies the soul,
Only that which abides the flame endures forever.
Fragmentation yearns to be reunited with the Whole.
A union that no force in hell can sever.
The value of a thing is reflected in the price,
the cost required for its redemption.
Nothing less than the full Sum will suffice.
The lost is found by Love’s perfectionl
A Universal cry from all creation groans;
"Deliver us from this bondage of corruption."
The Law makes nothing perfect, it only stones.
Preventing entrance back into the Garden.
The heartstrings of my soul are struck with painful chords,
A symphony of travail like clouds ascending.
Take us to the place beyond the flaming sword,
Where dawns the new day that’s transcending.
Peace.