Blog 2.0

Dear Martinist Friends:  I'm happy to be connected with you, even if it's through a computer.  I was very active in the Martinist Order at Hermes Lodge in Los Angeles almost 25 years ago and it was a great experience -- highly rewarding as well as instructive.  Now retired and living in the mountains of Arizona, I've been privileged to get inspirations from "Topside" that I trust you might find interesting as they are based on Rosicrucian, Martinist, Eastern, and Philosophical Research teachings.  So, Enjoy -- Carena

How Old Are You?

Carena

April 28, 2016

How old is a thought

Or the mind which it sought

To condition its message

Into a manifested appendage?

And how old is the Template of a redwood tree

That inspired its uprightness and reverent nobility --

Or the conception of an oak with arms outstretched

To provide shade and shelter to many a nest?

And if earth’s merely dirt and stone

Whence came the life force by which it nurtures its own?

Ages upon ages of simple, sacred things

Sanctified by the timeless to form a symphony that sings

Of individual particles uniting into one harmonious whole

Through a growing integration revering divinity’s lawful goal.

Knowing this Ideal as the fulfillment of Living Space

Do years still count your age or that of the human race?

Let go of outer particulars holding mind to patterns it already knows

And open into the Formless and the wonders it can bestow

With new archetypal patterns that are scheduled to unfold

As loving thought and beauty move outward through your soul

For You are the Integrator between Creator and creation’s need

So reach toward the oneness ordained within your seed

And if your mind may question how old you now may be

Look beyond your body to the fulfillment of your eternity*

*Eternity – the full turning or completion of a Cosmic cycle

Spirit Ramblings

Carena

April 22, 2016

Oh beloved thoughts wandering through my mind, be ye as still as the heart of a flower on a windless day, as free and expansive as a cloudless sky, and as patient and calm as the wholeness of space between breaths, that you may open unto the wordless Voice of God.

And when your feet once again touch the ground, may they greet that sublime consciousness that echoes within all things and allow it to speak to you in its quiet beauty, cloaking it not by surface seeing or outer limitations, so that its inner music be magnified through the gentleness of your soul.

Finally, O my self, may you not interrupt the expressions of God until you can understand the weavings of Spirit behind the tapestry of creation – for only then can you realize the intricate balance each burst of light and dark, each thread of multifaceted color, and each subtle inclusion imparts to Ultimate Perfection.