It seems that there are some people on Earth who are only here on loan. They are the kind of people that light up every room that they enter – and seem to be able to touch everyone they encounter – from the bus driver and the waitress to the business mogul and the official – they don’t seem to have any fear. If you are ever privileged enough to call one of these people your friend, then you are privileged indeed.

I first met Jack in New York back in 1976 – and he seemed to have the energy of a group of people. Perhaps that is what his gift was. Buckminster Fuller, the inventor and visionary who gave us the geodesic dome, is credited with “discovering” the word synergy. Synergy is where different entities cooperate advantageously for a final outcome. When we talk about synergy we think of a group of people, who when they find the keys of working together in harmony and enthusiasm are able to sort of channel a form of energy that is greater than the sum of their individual contributions. It is what happens when a really good band finally hits their stride – and the music becomes powerful and engaging. Jack had synergy all by himself. He didn’t need anyone else to participate, although he was the first one to open the doors and let others enter into the delight and the wonder.

I can still see him, just like it was this morning, stepping right up to me – face to face, and looking in my eyes – with that little bit of mischievousness that he always employed when he started working the magic of the muse. It was not about what he said. It was the way that confrontation with the spirit required your participation.

With people who are on loan, you seldom get the opportunity to spend as much time as you would like to with them. The gift that they have to give is just much too valuable for you to be allowed to hoard it. They belong to everyone. Jack belonged to everyone, and God sent him to influence as many as he could. Through the tears of having to say goodbye – I was always able to smile – even laugh – knowing that Jack would not really be very far away from me even when he was half way around the world in some distant land – and knowing that whenever I saw him again – he would be the same man, with the same gift.

The last time Jack and I walked together was some years ago. We were both attending a music festival. Like every other time I have been around him, my time with him was brief, and the things we said are now forgotten – except one.

During the Second World War when the Japanese invaded the Philippines, the final stronghold of the Allied Forces was Corregidor – the island fortress at the mouth of Manila Bay. A story is told of how an important message for reinforcements had to be taken up the Bataan Peninsula through the Japanese lines by foot – all radio communications had broken down – and the commander had to try to get a message through to reserves behind enemy lines – though it was almost certain death for the messenger. Assembling his exhausted and wounded men in a single rank, the commander asked for a volunteer to step forward, and after momentarily glancing down at his communications, he was shocked to look up and see the rank unbroken. Leaning to his lieutenant he remarked, “Sir, has not a single man stepped forward?!” The lieutenant’s reply? “Sir, you do not understand. Every man has stepped forward.”

I can’t tell you when Jack heard the call to step forward, to carry his light, to be faithful to his calling and his commission – to reach out and touch the hungry and the heartbroken and the needy. I can’t tell you what price he paid to fulfill his mission. I can only tell you what he said to me in those few steps we shared before our last goodbye. “You and me, we are the walking dead.”

Jack had no other purpose than to be what God had called him to be. He had no other destination then to be sent. He had no other desire than to share God’s love with everyone he met. His life was not his own, he gave it freely. I am one of the privileged few who can say that Jack called me his friend. It is an honor that I will not soon forget, and it is a constraint that I pray I will not fail to answer.

“And let them make me a sanctuary . . . “

When the God of Israel commanded (the priests) Moses to make the Ark of the Covenant – He charged Moses to “make [them] after their pattern, which was shewed thee in the mount” – The Exodus 25

The Ark thus fashioned had mystical powers – it was better than a refrigerator – because the Israelites even put a bowl of manna in there – which they recorded “bred worms and stank” if they tried to keep it over night – they put a bowl of manna in the Ark “to be kept for your generations” and the manna didn’t rot.

Righteousness is the pattern.

Far too many preachers and pundits attempt to interpret the messages of the Ancient texts in current terms and viewpoints. There is a great deal of our perceptions that are based on our present surroundings and understandings. The High Priest of Jesus’ time was the heir of a thousand year fellowship of mystics – from Moses who spent 40 years listening to God while tending sheep in the wilderness down through generations of men dedicated to spending their lives as mediators between God and mankind.

These men did not watch television or go to the disco – they did not know about distant lands and cultures – save for those stories from traders and warriors who sojourned among them. Some were exemplars of their office – others were embroiled in commercial, military and political intrigue. They lived in a world that had little dramatic change in our view – for we are a generation that has experienced change in ways that are redefining who and what we are. For some, even what it means to be human.

During the illegal trial of Jesus of Nazareth before the Sanhedrin (transgressions of established jurisprudence not the least of which was the trial being held at night and in darkness) – the high priest Caiaphas “rent his clothes.” Similarly – after Jesus was crucified – the veil of the Temple (a curtain of either the inner or outer court depending on your particular persuasion) “was (also) rent in twain”. Why?

We may not be able to give an acceptable answer to the specific question – but one thing is certain – a rent is a violation of the integrity of the pattern. “Even the most perfect Earthly pattern could not inherit the righteousness of heaven.” – Apollos

Righteousness is the pattern.

And the evidence is everywhere – intrinsic as far as the creation is concerned. From the wonders of the sun and the moon and the stars – to seasons and kind – the seed, and the structure of the molecule and the atom – elements – earth and water – fire and air – the matrix and the sanctuary – when these exist in perfection with no rent or tear or violation . . .

Righteousness is the pattern.

“While the earth remaineth – seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.” – The Ancient Texts

“The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast.” – Bob Dylan

Unless we begin to align our thoughts and actions with the pattern – we cannot prosper. God set the pattern. You might not like Him or the fashion of it – but ignoring and violating the pattern is futile – like trying to stop the rain – or empty the ocean with a cup.

The pattern exists – and it is written in stone – not as carnal commandments, “but after the power of and endless life.” – Apollos 7:16

The Ancient texts are overflowing with examples given as keys to this understanding, and mystics in diverse cultures have glimpsed through the veil and perceived these universal truths.

In like manner, the soothsayers and the Chaldeans have employed these truths for social and financial gain – and scientists have pursued the unlocking and manipulation of these codes of the matrix in a nearly pathological fervor – themselves understanding that the Masters of the Keys are destined to rule – their seat and authority a mandate from the God of Forces – as they access the powers of the pattern.

A rent then, is the violation of the pattern and the codes – the weakening of the foundations and the structures – and if serious enough – the beginning of destruction.

Caiaphas was keenly aware of the meaning of Jesus ministry and teaching – for Jesus claim to be the Son of God violated the pattern of man’s relationship with God as the high priest understood it – “and Caiaphas rent his clothes, saying, He hath spoken blasphemy.” – Matthew the Publican

And the rent of the Temple veil? Mark records that at the moment of Jesus’ death, “the veil of the Temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom.” – in this case exposing the pattern of the eternal, and revealing the power to restore mankind from the scourge of sin and death – the apocalypse – contact with the other world!

“God who at sundry times and in divers manners spake in time past unto the fathers by the prophets, Hath in these last days spoken unto us by his Son.” – Apollos 1:1

“But unto the son he sayeth . . . Thou hast loved righteousness, and hated iniquity.” Apollos 1:9

Righteousness is the pattern – “without spot or blemish – undefiled.”

When sinful man slew the Christ, tearing his body with scourgings and crucifixion – mankind’s rebellion against the righteous pattern that is set within every sphere of the Creation was manifest.

Envy and strife, emulations, greed, covetousness and lust, pride, selfishness, revenge, persecutions, murders, violations, imprisonments, brutality, degradations, infidelities, wickedness, excess, the forward the profane – all weaknesses in the character of fallen man – all symptoms of the rents and tears in the pattern of this present world – all bringing forth death instead of life.

History shows us that in every attempt of man to establish governments these rents and tears manifest themselves – and the empires crumble into ruins. Egypt, Assyria, Babylon, Medo Persia, Greece, and Rome.

The Earth is a graveyard of the failed endeavors of man – the Third Reich, the League of Nations, the CCCP, Pol Pot, Chernobyl, Rwanda, Darfur – The Federal Republic . . .

all casualties of the rents and tears – though brilliantly conceived and dedicated – not “long endured.”

Unless the New World Order is built on redemption – “the curse is cast.”

History has condemned men who attempted to formulate and establish empires that aspired to become the guiding light and principles for generations to come. You need but utter a single name to establish a mandate of judgment and righteous abhorrence – Hitler! – a name so despised that his blood family renounce it in their own lifetimes.

But there were others – Lenin and Stalin – Idi Amin – Ceausescu – Napoleon – Mussolini – Pinochet – Tito – the Bilderburgers and the Club of Rome – the Caesars and the Czars. Men with visions of the federation of mankind – man as the master of his world – man as the master of the universe – living in peace, productivity, security, diversity – men with a vision to establish a culture and government so advanced that it would transcend the flaws and aberrations of the heart, and the mind, and the soul of man. All their visions based on the transforming power of ideas and social structure – of a transforming culture and government – and of mankind raising himself to the challenge.

Today Humanism and Evolution – and science and pharmacology are seen as the gateways to utopias thus conceived – and still with all attempts to establish such Utopian societies failing in the most basic component of their design – the untransformed human heart.

An obscure carpenter from a tiny Middle Eastern village said it best, “Keep they heart with all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life.”

“For out of the heart of man come murders and adulteries – and all excess, extortion, volition, perniciousness and concupiscence, idolatries, hatreds, lust and greed, insubordinations, rebellions, witchcrafts, departures from that which is pure and holy and lovely.” – The Fool

When you depart from the pattern then behold, for destruction is at hand – and the Destroyer is upon us. If you look closely you will see him there lurking in the shadows – seeking to overthrow and devour – subtle and having the eyes of the bottomless pit – and a tongue speaking lies – and a heart consumed with evil.

Mankind’s final attempt to establish his final government and New World Order will bring forth a time of trial that will try men’s souls. It is soon coming upon us – and the time of escape is far past – “as darkness covers the earth, and gross darkness the people.´- Isaiah

“The walls and the towers tumbling down.” – The Finn

“And they rent their garments – and cried, ‘Alas, Alas – that Great city wherein were made rich all the merchants of the Earth, for thy judgements are come. Alas! Alas! Alas Babylon!’”

“For in one hour is so great riches come to naught.” - the Beloved Apostle

Peter the Fisherman left his tiny village on the shores of Galilee to follow an itinerant preacher, a man who some thought was mad – or even worse – possessed of an evil spirit. But the Fisherman was transformed, so much so that the record states that even his shadow could heal the sick. This man Peter’s words and testimony come down to us through the centuries, “we have not followed cunningly devised fables . . .”

If we are honest with ourselves as human beings – and we take the time to reflect on the universal failures of man in his attempts to become the master of his destiny – our only reasonable response in acknowledging the monumental failures of empires past, is to accept the futility of such endeavors – and to reach beyond ourselves for the power and wisdom needed for our transformation. To do less is to lay the foundations of our new order in the sands of our own limited abilities and our vast weaknesses and sins, and then face the sure truth that “a house built on the sand in foolishness and pride is destined to fall.” – Ossian

“Prepare thine ark with truth, and righteousness at the helm, bring neither guile nor dissimulation on board – neither hatred, nor envy, nor strife – lest we once again be forced to abandon ship against some cruel reef of brutality and excess – and our deliverance be lost beneath the waves, and the tumult, and the Great Confusion, the fear and the loathing, the destruction, and we perish in the violence of the storm that is forever brewing in our hearts.” - The Finn

In the course of establishing its mandate – every empire has been forced to employ extreme prejudice against the rebellious, the non-conformists – the free thinkers – the incorrigible – the prostitute and the thief – the poet and the priest – and always to its own unraveling. – for therein lies the nature of the Beast.

The challenge that has been set before us is not addressed through monastic studies and persuasions – neither by power and might, incarceration, humiliation or executions, neither by apathy nor abdication. Nor will it be solved through the establishment of governments or consensus alone – for these supply but a meager restraint, the purpose of which is to provide the framework for the universal citizen to be nurtured and to grow to full stature – else all of these – emancipation, fraternity, equality, autonomy, liberty, justice – jeer and mock us as fleeting apparitions of sustenance to the wayward and famished – and as elusive riches and treasures imagined – pots of gold at the ends of rainbows.

The challenge that is set before us is to learn what the true and righteous pattern is – and to fashion ourselves accordingly.

“For the time is far spent that thou shouldest awaken from slumber – and brace thyself with the icy waters of truth – and lift thine eyes to the consequences of they transgressions and thy sins.

Righteousness is the pattern.” – Ossian

Man was not made for the Sabbath

�Man was not made for the Sabbath � but the sabbath for man.� � The Carpenter

Mankind, down through the ages � and most recently in nearly every manifestation of government � has clamored for law. From the Sunni & the Shiite � to the socialist, the communist � and the capitalist � everyone wants a set of rules to live by. Guidelines for themselves � and restrictions for their neighbors and friends.

Cameras, DNA, RFID, universal numbers � Dachau and Treblinka revisited � all for the common good.

But how does it all fare for the common man � or those who, in their penury are �below average�?

Not well,

From the commuter who misses the bus � who makes eye contact with the driver who refuses to slow down, open the door � and deliver him safely home to his loved ones � for punctuality and regulation; – to the man and his family evicted by the loan sharks who operate within the law � we are all victims of our own perniciousness.

�Of whom will you stand in judgement � and who will you accuse in your menial and insignificant office?� � Ossian

�For if there had been a law which could have given life � verily righteousness would have been by the law.� - Saul the Murderer

The weakness of the law is not in the volume of jurisprudence, but in the concupiscence of the regulator and the judge. � The Fool

There is no office too obscure,

Nor position so small.

There is no personality

So despised or abhorred

That � given leave to judge

Will fail to exercise their dominance

Their severance, their pain.

And then from frailty and failure

We must all begin again.

The heart of the law is mercy � but unless we learn what it means � all efforts � every debate, every legislation � every courtroom proceeding � the judgments and the conclusions are all in vain.

Then �where?� you ask to find our way? The misty morning beckons us to gather at the river�s bank � to contemplate the ebb and flow, the moon, the stars, the rainbow�s glow and all creation comforts us that we will know. � that we will know.

Covenants and Covens

The political leaders of our modern world continue to strive for the placement of international agreements on subjects as diverse as carbon emissions and trade barriers � to the uses of atomic energy � human rights, financial regulations, intellectual piracy and copyright, media access � the list of topics being negotiated is almost endless � and the hammering out of the details of treaties and agreements consumes hours, days, weeks & years of diplomacy. When these efforts fail � more drastic measures are employed � taxes, restrictions, tariffs, public denunciations, sanctions, even war.

We are all made aware of the scope and gravity of these global governance negotiations through the media. These issues are the subjects of movies and music � and are the focus of academic studies and research.

Volumes of material addressing these issues that discuss, explore and comment � and persuade, are added to our collective libraries and archives on a daily basis.

Covenants are at issue in each and every sphere of human endeavor, pursuit, and experience � and they are increasingly being adopted on a supranational level � overshadowing and replacing the force and propriety of local legislation and jurisprudence.

As far as covenants are concerned � we are sailing in open waters on a heretofore uncharted course � and our national identities and personal liberties � however limited or frail � hang in the balance.

But there is another equally significant propagation of understanding and global influence that is taking place � an even more hidden and in some ways more powerful development � covens.

Though covenants can engage and direct mankind�s intellectual and physical realities � covens lay hold on men�s ideals, psyche & thoughts � even unto the subjugation of his independent moral character, his free spirit, and his eternal soul.

Through the influence of covens we are slowly being initiated into the thought processes that will be the compass and sextant of the coming world order. The initiates who embrace these understandings fully will be given special privilege and recognition � and those who reject the teachings and refuse the accompanying rights of passage will be judged miscreants � to be pursued and prosecuted � first with the power of the covenants � and finally with a solution determined by the high priests of the covens themselves � not unlike the final solution embraced and carried out by the Third Reich.

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Chernobyl

�There are some things that you seal in concrete � they have their times and their seasons � nuclear meltdowns, times when your emotions run at a fever pitch � power that can only be tempered with a harsh winter wind � the javelin�s point in the ice, fractured and violated in ecstatic wonder � the beads of water skittering across the seething oil � the melting of the candle transformed but still the same � the heart that desperately cries out a name � the unrelenting fever � the torture and the pain � some are borne on hurricanes, some on gentle breeze � the all-consuming fire and the never-ending flame.� - Ossian

Without faith � life is unbearable. There is too much to assimilate, too much to understand � too much to taste � too much to see � too much to do again. Too many ways to miss the mark, too many ways to lose � without an everlasting love and eternity to gain � life is much too short to live, too little joy and too much pain.

By faith we�re traveling to our home �

no more to wander � no more tears �

no violent thunder � no more storm �

but time to live and to explore

the deeper timeless crystal pools

the understanding and the light

the tender touch � the open soul

to hold in awe and deep content

the secrets of the breath of Spring

unfolding in experience

and capturing the twinkle

Of childish eyes � or basking

in the warmth and beauty

Of the Knighted and the wise.

- The Fool

Love that transcends

The dark of night

The terror and the fright

The width, the height, the depth

The separations � and the strain

The victory over sin � and, yes

The victory over death.

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The Next Wave

Surfers know � almost anyone who experiences time/space transcendence knows �

Waves come in sequences � and regardless of the rhythms � sooner or later � there is a �big one�.

Michelangelo was one. So was Edison � and so was Hitler.

The Einsteins and Newtons shine down through many generations � whether it is The Beatles in music � or Mao in managing the multitudes � every sphere of human endeavor has its waves �

In 1993 we did �Countdown to Armageddon� � and we led to the climax that the stage had been set � and the curtain drawn for the final act-

I don�t think we missed the Mark by very far �

But what we may have misunderstood is just how far man would reach in his achievements � and the nature of the Beast at its onset.

We may have looked at the waves in a very analog way � the three dimensions of the digital age � in 1993 � were yet to come.

When you observe the successive waves in an analog manner � the tsunami becomes the most likely outcome � and the incarnation of Evil becomes a predictable manifestation of sanctions and cruelty � and hate � and abomination personified � a mere amplification of present sorrows and grief.

But that is not where we are headed.

The next wave � rather than a continuation � will be a departure.

Like C.S. Lewis� ever expanding garden � that increases in size as you enter its inner confines � we are on the verge of an explosion of knowledge that is unheard of � yea � scarcely imagined.

The Anti-Christ will not come on the scene as an oppressor � or a demagogue �

No . . . . rather � we will see the intelligence and ingenuity � the very precociousness of the human race � rise up in a way heretofore unimagined � glorious and benevolent � full of grace and understanding � and all a sham.

The next wave will be exhilarating in its portent and its magnitude � and its influences � and its redeeming qualities.

The Son of Perdition will appear � a Saviour and a friend � solving insurmountable problems � and proclaiming a new age � and a new understanding.

�(But) when they shall say Peace and safety � then sudden destruction cometh upon them as travail upon a woman with child � and they shall not escape.� - the Ancient texts

We are on the cusp of another explosion of knowledge � the application of which will catapult us into a new age � man as his own Saviour � fulfilled and exonerated.

No longer linear � but exponential. Not even calculus � but quantum mechanics. No longer theory but application. Executable. Repeatable � harnessable.

When the Preacher of Jerusalem set himself to know wisdom and folly � he lamented . . . .

�all is vanity � and a striving after the wind.�

�Though one bring forth a company � and a company a thousand � and a thousand a million � and a million become as the stars � and as the sand which is by the sea,

Yet for want of an apology � it will all come to naught.� – Ossian

The Snapshot

She held up the picture � and there in the corner were the burning numbers

04:07:97

�This is my child,�- she said with a smile � �this is my child�. � The Fool

From the little daily departures of our ever increasingly disconnected lives, to the bigger events staring down at us from our past � we take �snapshots� � and we base our opinions, our activities, our consuming, our relationships. � even our legacy � on snapshots.

From JFK to Vietnam � the Berlin Wall, or Columbine � from a TV ad to a movie line �

We put the snapshots in a drawer � and in the case of those events that left their stain indelibly upon our hearts and souls and minds . . .

We take them out again as reference points � we step inside the snapshot and we once again � through images long past � and consequences long ago washed on some distant shore � we live again inside that frame

Remembering our joys � our sorrows, and our pain

And elements there frozen � locked within dimensions of that single plane � the color or the black & white � the people, places and the things � the negative and positive � our aspirations and our dreams � the watershed events defining who we were, and what we gained � or what we lost � so often remembering the cost

These snapshots � just a single point in time � not even seconds � just a blink, a shutter falls � an aperture is set � the film advances, life goes on �

The moon will rise

The sun will set

And tides will ebb and flow

Some things will die

And some will grow

Our snapshot lives are not a true reality � especially when we live again through our most troubled times

The snapshot captures just one frame � and though these pictures can define our experience, our journey

We must not let them rule our present day � though some in their transcendence should be placed for all to see � there are some snapshots that should be filed away � for all eternity.

The Clamour

�For Babylon�s sins have reached unto heaven � and the cries of the innocent have bidden her judgements.� � The Fool

Every word you say

Every word you write

Be it Daytime�s stage

Or the still of Night

The opinions you state

What you set your eyes upon

All the roads you take

Every secret work

Every bitter hate

Every act of love

Every parting glance

Every thing you do

When you get the chance

We are expressing ourselves in unprecedented ways � and collectively � whether in secret � or in broadcasting our thoughts and rhythms into space � we are all contributors.

From the feeble confused thoughts and questions of the stricken mother in Darfur � with her emaciated child clinging to her in its last dying hours � to the corporate baron feasting on �wine, women and song� -

. . from the streets of Folsom to the remote monastery � we are all contributors �

the clamour is growing day by day �

a wave is sweeping the globe � and as it crashes on every shore � it carries in its ebb and flow all restrictions stripped away

we are entering a new and terrible and final day.

When your judges rule by decree of law that the tender babe � born of your love � and come from your flesh � must be given the opportunity to learn all the sins of the wicked before the age of accountability � in fairness to choose between good and evil �

and you see the beady eyes of the serpent fixed upon you . . . .

and the intimacy of Eden has surrendered to the cacophony of voices � and every work of good and evil noised abroad �

and the clamour is a riot, and the riot is a tumult, and the tumult is a gale force wind � and the gale force wind is a consuming fire � and the consuming fire is an overthrow �

and the work is finished

and the voice of the harpers cease

�then look up � for your redemption is drawing nigh� � The Preacher of Galilee

We are all builders

working in the scheme �

we are all players

Reaching for our dreams

We are all gathering

Seething masses in the dark

Looking for an anchor

Holding on to what we can

As the clamour rises up

To the destiny of man.

The Sanctuary is a place of safety – that cannot be defiled by fear or torment for (because of) the One by whose power it stands

Its very existence establishes its Creator. -

But earthly sanctuaries – mere shadows and reflections of that eternal Matrix – are subject to violation, desecration, and abomination.

Even destruction.

The realities of the womb exist in many forms – from simple mathematics and harmonics – to the spectrums of light and sound.� The unaltered genetic code – and the intrinsic abilities of babble and thought – pure energy – transcendent beauty; and the mechanisms of physics and chemistry.

It is understood that the seed has life in itself – and that the mature life has seed in itself.

But these Earthly sanctuaries are corruptible – and vulnerable to violation.

Abortion, the application of external forces upon a here to fore closed system – denying integrity through manipulation – Altering through subterfuge and – the although limited but powerful understanding and knowledge of the processes [taking place] and the dynamics (involved) -

All sanctuaries are guarded – whether by forces or codes – locks and keys; access points; portals – authorization and permission; – and when even a small part of these barriers becomes compromised – and an attack upon the matrix launched – then its sanctity and integrity, its very survival; becomes a matter of war!� For the eternal man, the outcome of these wrestlings will determine our fate and our future existence.

Many learned men are calling for increased and more brutal attacks on any and all matrix systems – from the womb to the mechanics of life – intelligence – the codes and the forces.

From the laboratories of the genetic engineers to those seeking out the secrets of energy and matter – from the practitioners in metaphysics to those exploring mind and emotion -

All matrix systems are – at this time – being subjected to continuous attack using whatever thread or tiny fissure of access possible. – however limited the understanding of the consequences and ramifications.

Very soon – at some time in some place, whether foundational or obscure – the rent will occur.� The turbulence will be loosed. – and the Chaos will ensue.

We have passed this way before – but never in so great numbers employing such vast resources.

The age of reason yielded to the atomic age – from which we embarked on our present course – expecting the same reprieve from the madness we encountered as we unleashed the atomic terror from the skies.

Such power is intoxicating – and difficult to resist.

But what for the rest of us – will we be treated to pristine waters and air that lifts you with every breath?

Where will we find solitude?

And where will we find love?

When all sanctuaries – and every womb of integrity and cleanliness, and joy – is compromised for lust and wicked gain?

Where will we go to bathe?� Whose voice will greet us in the morning – and walk with us in the heat of the day?

Unto whom will we appeal in our most vicious trial and wayward condition?

For are we not all children? and members? and acceptable? appreciated? ministered unto? loved?

And how shall we live if our home is not our sanctuary – and the confidence of the undefiled Matrix our womb?

. . . . else, our bodies

be our tombs.

Reach out – be not afraid – for you shall receive all of your most precious expectation . . .

Undefiled – and holy.

Eternal

Incorruptible and

Everlasting.

Intrinsic, Inherent � Sensible

�O, taste and see that the Lord is good,� � �For we were eyewitnesses of His majesty, – what our hands have held � and what we have seen and heard � for the life was made manifest.� � The Disciples

Today�s norm is to ignore the obvious truth in favor of the charade � the embellishment, and the fantasy. To do so may be entertaining � a flight of fancy is usually entertaining � at least for a time.

Ignoring reality, though � however appealing or emotionally stimulating � by its very nature has unexpected and often undesirable consequences.

Realities have the unpleasant quality of eventually being exactly what they are � and ignoring them or wistfully expecting their impact on us to be in accordance with our desires � and not in accordance with their intrinsic or inherent qualities � can become a recipe and a formula for disaster.

To ignore reality is a mistake, or worse yet � foolishness, stupidity, idiocy and inanity.

All around us we see those ignoring reality heralded as men and women of understanding and perception. Their views and observations and conclusions are embraced and publicity accepted as insightful, even ground breaking.

Our common sense tells us differently.

We all understand the portent of a consuming fire and a wicked wind � the destructive power of an avalanche, or a landslide � �earthquake, famine, pestilence and sword.�

Walking in a state of ignorance can scarcely deliver us from the consequences; the wages of good and evil � and of sin and death.

The piper must be paid lest the children of Hamlin are ransom for an inescapable debt.

�For whatsoever a man soweth � that shall he also reap.� � The Carpenter of Nazareth.

The fallacy of our times is that science and technology have traversed the boundaries and peered through the veils of the building blocks of life � and come to a deep and clear understanding of the mechanics and forces of life itself � to discover and to finally reveal the destiny of the naked ape.

In reality � they are, like foolish children made heady by their daring � reaching out to tickle the Dragon�s tail.

The mystic bid me with his hand

To come and sit beside the fire

And as the flames danced

In the wind

To talk of writing instruments

And sealing wax

The riddle�s clue

And bread and wine

To talk of wonders � and of signs

Of salt and leaven

Pearls and silver

Lost lambs

And the lowering sky

The angels

And the Devil�s guise

The wayward, foolish

And the wise

Of merchants and hypocrisy

Judgment, mercy

Being Free

He told me of the man and wife

He told me of eternal life.

As the world throngs to worship the Beast and his image � as they gather around the sanctuary of their multi-media driven consciousness � the stage is being set for the perfect storm.

�The skies are red, red with warning � and black, black with clouds �gathering for the Great Confusion which is almost upon you.� The Babushka

�Evil men and seducers shall wax wore and worse � deceiving and being deceived.� Letter to Timothy

�Alas Babylon, that great city! For in one hour is so great riches come to naught.� � The Apocalypse

�For the time is at hand� � the Web Bot