Tag Archive | life

Like Stone Soup

 

like stone soup

 

I went out in the garden and dug up some old stuff, chopped it into pieces and put it on to boil.  There were leeks, chou rave, a parsnip.  I added carrots from the bottom of the refrigerator.  There was an extra parsley plant but I was afraid to put in the whole thing in case it was overwhelming so I used the roots and just a few leaves.  Already I wasn’t sure about this mixture.  I decided to add some kasha.  That smelled a bit strange.  When it was mushy, I whizzed it with the “zoomer” (a hand-held blender).  With some trepidation, I tasted and it wasn’t too bad.  As I turned it around on my tongue, it seemed to need something else but what?  Maybe some butter?  My husband found some crème fraîche in the refrigerator.  Bingo.

This is a difficult time for me in the vegetable garden.  Out with the old must be accomplished so as to then bring in the new.  It requires decisions, action and the girding of loins.  This could be metaphoric of life in general.  Would the crème fraîche be our spiritual nature?  That is what makes us something more  than just the physical, of the earth, a thinking animal.  If we do the work, make the changes, we can even conquer death.

 

“(When facing) death (and) hunger man’s tongue hangs down, his chin trembles; (but if like) the veprell he holds (to) My Lip, (he becomes) the brother, (he) drinks the Fat Water–It Which does not dry up–, (the brother) flies high (over) the grave.”

The Revelation of Arès xxii/15-16

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Life Force

 

spring lettuce

 

The life force is in all of creation.  It thrills me when I see it manifested in germinating seeds.  The lettuce just does what it is programmed to do.  The oak leaf cannot decide to become a maple leaf.   We humans have a choice in how we use our divine gifts (love, speech, freedom, creativity, individuality).

 

“I am the Strength; the Strength is in the brother (and) in the evil man (alike).  The Strength (is) in Yuhshoo, (in) Muhammad, (but also) in the black one, (in) the prickle; (It is) in the ear of the brother, (but also in) the horn (of the buffalo).”

The Revelation of Arès xxviii/5-6

Scraping Mud (Again)


Grumble, grumble, this is tiring, I wonder how much this broom weighs, Lazybones here would rather be reading a good book but it’s much better when this job is done and the weather is too nice to stay inside.  I took a break to take the photo and saw the thermometer indicated 22°C.  I wonder if that is a record for a February 29th.

This kind of job gives one time to think.  I miss loved ones who have died.  I feel like saying OK, that’s enough of this game, you can come back now.  I’m tired of people dying, even people I don’t know; they are someone’s loved ones.  But I know we have a lot of work to do before that can happen, the dawning of the Creator’s Day.  He says at least four generations.  Why don’t we surprise Him?  We could offer Him goodness today rather than sadden Him with our nastiness. 

Scrape, scrape the mud from myself, choosing to practice love, forgiveness, peacemaking.  Being creative and freeing myself from all kinds of prejudice.  Pronouncing His Word to accomplish It, doing, not just saying.  Encouraging others to do likewise.  Those are the methods that will lead to a changed world.

The destiny of humanity is up to us.  Either we change, recovering our divine image and likeness, or we revert to being just a thinking animal.  You decide.

Picture Perfect – Still Life

The theme this week is “still life” but in the sense there is still life rather than a nature morte (a set-up for a painting).

At this time of year we may wonder if some things in the garden are still alive.  We hope they are, that they will grow and bear fruit, as I hope for this pear tree.

Our Creator hopes we will awaken our spiritual life and cause the desert of this world to bloom.  One gardener, one good person, is not enough to change the world; we need enough so that Good becomes the prevailing influence.

“A single man cannot show the Way, another single man cannot gain Life, but many men
succeeding one another in the tomb will show the Way,
a multitude whose bones piled up would form a mountain will find Life,
because the Father no longer gives Life.
Once for all He gave It, the Oasis.
How could a one man and even a thousand men recover the Spring buried
under the stamping of battles,
under the steps of merchants’ caravans,
under the processions of priests,
under the loins of prostitutes,
under the Wind of the Anger of God ?
Many repenting generations will pitch camp on that desert in order to sift its sand, excavate it as a mine to recover Life.”  

The Revelation of Arès 24/3-5

I got up the courage to press buttons on the camera until I found the sepia function in order to portray the bleakness of life without Life; I’m always afraid I will accidentally delete something important.  I upped the contrast to the maximum and slightly lowered the luminosity with the software on the computer.  

For more entries on the theme of “still life” go to Picture Perfect.

Genes for Good

“Unpredictable transgene contamination is completely unavoidable, as science has recently revealed that the genome (whether plant, animal or human) is NOT constant and static, which is the scientific base for genetic engineering of plants and animals.

Instead, geneticists have discovered that the genome is remarkably dynamic and changeable, and constantly ‘conversing’ and adapting to the environment. This interaction determines which genes are turned on, when, where, by what and how much, and for how long. They’ve also found that the genetic material itself has the ability to be changed according to experience, passing it on to subsequent generations.”  http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/06/06/Sowing-Seeds-of-Starvation-Monsanto-Hype-in-Growing-Food-Crisis.aspx

 

Our actions, our spiritual nature, can also influence our genetic make-up, I believe.  Are we in the process of breeding out good, truth, creativity, from human nature?  What are we passing on to future generations by our choices, by the way we treat each other?  How many genes for goodness do we need to activate in order to make a better world?  How many genes for goodness are turned on by a friendly smile, an encouraging word, a restraining from gossip, sharing?

This shows the importance of being a penitent as defined by “The Revelation of Arès”, when one changes oneself so as to be good.  God says four generations will not be enough.  We must not wait any longer; the world situation is critical.

genome

Heloid Ladder to Heaven on Earth

Another Death in the Family


My father-in-law died last night.

He was a character.

His heart is made of gold.

He will be sorely missed.

My mother-in-law said “Il est mort debout.”  (He died standing.)

Fleetinglyness

The hay field has been cut and in my head I have the strains of music that I have sung several times in choirs, Music for the Funeral of Queen Mary by Henry Purcell (16591695).  If I remember correctly, she died at the age of 32 from the plague.  Summing it up in modern wording: keep the faith, baby.

 

Man that is born of a woman
hath but a short time to live,
and is full of misery.
He cometh up, and is cut down like a flow’r;
he flee’th as it were a shadow,
and ne’er continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life we are in death:
of whom may we seek for succour,
but of Thee, O Lord,
who for our sins are justly displeased?
Yet, O Lord most mighty,
O holy, and most merciful Saviour,
deliver us not into the bitter pains of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our hearts;
shut not thy merciful ears unto our pray’rs;
but spare us, Lord most holy,
O God most mighty,
O holy and most merciful Saviour,
Thou most worthy Judge eternal,
Suffer us not at our last hour,
for any pains of death to fall away from Thee.