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The Sacred Silence
Follow the path of the inquiring mystic; down the yellow brick road.
Go beyond the red speckled beauties; the stools that resemble a toad.

Soon you will come to a portal; enter in through the invisible door.
There you will understand mystery, secrets of the Universe and so much more.

This is the Land of Sacred Silence; welcoming One and All.
Be sure to come here often; heed the silent beckoning call.

There is little you must do; just learn to quiet the busy mind.
Open yourself to what will be; Oh, the wonders you will find.

It is here you can listen, and hear the rocks and the flowers sing.
Understand the Silence of Seasons, as birds know when to take wing.

In the Silence you know about being; what holds the stars in their place.
All your senses attuned and connected; nothing evermore commonplace.

You understand about creation; how you first learned to crawl;
It is within this Sacred Silence the inner knowing reveals One is All.

THE VOICE DIVINE

Volcanic forces, in their gulfs compress'd,
By rocks and torrents are denied all rest,
But the fierce flame leaps round them and subdues –
Do thou, O timid man, like forces use!
A constant power direct to rend the chain,
To burst the bar, and thus thy freedom gain;
Inert are they, nor shall withstand thy strength,
Far from their fragments shalt thou soar at length!

When the swift lightning ere the thunder's peal,
Doth all the vault of heaven by fire reveal,
It manifests a master to the air;
Such work is thine; discern thy symbol there.
Lo, I have launch'd thee from the starry height,
'Tis thou who dartest downward trailing light,
And flash-like striking on the earthly ground,
Dost with the shock to thy first heaven rebound.

Man is the secret sense of all which seems;
That other doctrines are but idle dreams,
Let Nature, far from all contention, own,
While his grand doom is by her day-star shown.
To vaster laws adjusted, he shall reign,
Earth for his throne, and his star-crown attain,
The universal world his empire wait,
A royal court restore his ancient state.

LOUIS CLAUDE DE SAINT-MARTIN

The one and the many,

Paradox of paradoxes,

Two aspects of the same thing,

How can one be many?

How can many be one? 

        The many, 

                Diverse, 

                        Infinite manifestation,

         Seemly alone, lost in a forest of error.

                 Seemly far from the one, 

But are we alone?

        Are we lost?

                Are we far from the one?

                        The answer lies deep inside us,

As does the path of return to the one.

        Paradox of paradoxes,

                The one and the many,

Close, yet so very far away.

A Wild Rose

2011

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... 'Here I remain!' he exclaimed, as he looked at the heavens above him, thanking the Lord whose breath had scattered the mist and the madness, Wherein, blind and lost, to death he was staggering headlong...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (1899). The Courtship of Miles Standish.

How long does discontent smolder inside of ones being? At what point do we become aware of it? What ignites the raging hell we keep locked up within us? What triggers discontent?

As a Martinist, we are taught the path of reintegration with Omneity. We are given the Mask, the Cloak, and the Cordelier to be our guides. We are given tools to aid us in our accent. But we, and we alone, are the only one who decides when we will make the accent. That decision comes when we replace our discontent of who and where we are, with the will to return to the source. Only then do we find freedom.

Freedom is the stepchild of discontent. But freedom comes with a price – yet we pay a price to remain shackled in our chains of discontent. Fear in our jailer. The battle within rages.

The fiercest battle we will ever fight is the one that rages inside ourselves on whether to stay or return home. We are the only one who can fight the fight. We are the only one who can win the battle.

Freedom is our prize – the freedom of knowing ourselves. When we decide to return again to the beginning and return home, our cycle is complete.

This is true for an individual. It is true for humanity.

Is humanity’s current worldwide discontent a sign it wishes to return?

We will see. We will see.

A Wild Rose
2010