Tag Archive | soul

Now or later

  “The liar (re)assures the wicked man (in order that) he does not fast (and) he does not lament (for his sin).  (Once he is) dead the wicked man fasts; the dead wicked man weeps.” RA iv/6,8  “The soul is the specter’s eye, hand, throat, stomach ; through the soul I can warm up the […]

A Question of Scale

 

ahhaa table

 They say we shrink as we age, but this is ridiculous.

 

One place we visited during our trip to Estonia was a hands-on science museum.  Here one is supposed to see what it feels like to be a child.  I very much enjoyed climbing up there and dangling my legs.  I imagined a big bowl of hot chocolate.  It was comforting.

Though my body may shrink and weaken I work that my soul may strengthen.

We are not born with a soul; it is something we must build by doing and being Good.  It can be lost.  It is a necessary part of our being for our existence after death.

 

“…because the soul may suffer, I cure it then, but it can also meet its end irrevocably. The soul is the specter’s eye, hand, throat, stomach; through the soul I can warm up the specter with the radiance of My Glory, I can lead it to the limitless splendors, I can hear its praise and its talk, I can feed it forever. Without a soul the specter wanders tormented, blind, famished, through the dark galleries dug by worms and through freezing hell which changes it into hoarfrost; the specter, then, frightens humans. Do not tremble at My Voice; tremble with fear of wrecking your soul!

The Revelation of Arès 4/ 5-8

 Thus man is (made) of flesh, mind and soul; the three of them will be reunited on My Day,

The Revelation of Arès 17/7

 Bone (is like) wood; wood sprouts wood; before the dawn the wood, behind the evening the wood (again). (But) the ha–the ha does not come out (of the) nose; (the ha is) not in the mouth, not in the hand; (from) the thigh the ha does not flow into woman. The ha (is) not in the noise. (Just as) milk curdles, you heat the Core (inside yourself, so) the ha curdles. You heat (the ha), you burn the gold; your brow hits the stone (where) My Pace (goes); (so) the ha curdles, (becomes as hard as) rock, (and yet) nothing (is) lighter (than it). Blood (makes) blood, rain (makes) rain, (but) the ha is not the son of the ha.”

The Revelation of Arès xxxix/4-11

 

Note: Ha is the sound the Creator used when referring to the soul.

 

.

Are these seeds still good?

seed test

Here is my highly sophisticated super scientific method for determining seed viability.  I keep them moist with a spray bottle.  The various lettuces have all sprouted.  I will wait a few more days on the carrots.  I will probably eat these sprouts and make a proper sowing in the greenhouse soon.

It is always a miracle to me when a seed germinates; I find it a beautiful sight.

We are each called to create the miracle of building a soul, sprouting the seed of the Divine which is within, spraying it with the Water of the Creator’s Word, firmly rooted in the soil of good works.

“I gave man the beast ‘s flesh, entrails and bones as scaffolding for his real body, as light as a pure smoke, that is not born of the mother’s womb, but (that is born) of the (way of) life of the man already born who begets himself into an infinite life which he builds like a ship to head for the open sea.”

The Revelation of Arès 17/2b-3

I don’t think it’s healthy

  We happened to be where there is a television when the latest airplane incident occurred.  They showed interviews with travelers who were very happy about the reinforced controls, saying they feel much safer that way.  Harumph—they didn’t interview me, I thought.  Suddenly I could see the flagrant manipulation.  Of course they are not going to show interviews of people calling for forgiveness, for love of their fellow man; that would not serve their interests.  I see a young man who has been led to believe, as are many others—how many countries have armed troops in other countries?—that  we can through killing make a better world.  Now that misguided young man is in the hospital with third-degree burns.

Airports are planning to use the “full body scan” machine, Amsterdam and Chicago have been mentioned.  A few years ago, we changed planes in Chicago and there was already a pernicious atmosphere in that airport with regular announcements saying if you see anyone acting strange, report it to the police.  Now, I feel that I probably do a lot of things that could seem strange to someone else.  Who decides and on what basis what is strange?  A health food nut would find it strange that I eat one of those cinnamon buns with double sticky stuff.  An atheist is going to find it strange that one should pray.  Those with cell phones and laptops are going to find it strange that I should be using a phone card on the public phone and writing with pen and paper.  That announcement was contributing to creating an unhealthy attitude towards others, one of fear and judgment, rather than love and understanding, recognizing our differences as wealth, our individuality as a divine gift.

This thing they call full body scan—what kind of rays does it use?  What effects does it have on your body?  Do you think it is healthy for a person to spend their working hours in a room looking at everyone naked?  If I refuse the machine, is it any better to be searched in a room by others who will be fully clothed, perhaps armed?  Yet, if I strip down at the access gate, I will probably be arrested for indecent exposure.

No machine can see your full being.  We are body, mind and soul and no machine can see what is in your heart and mind, the source of our thoughts which lead to our actions.  Our soul actually constitutes our true body.  I gave man the beast’s flesh, entrails and bones as scaffolding for his real body, as light as a pure smoke, that is not born of the mother’s womb, but (that is born) of the (way of) life of the man already born who begets himself into an infinite life which he builds like a ship to head for the open sea.”

The Revelation of Arès 17/2b-3

This inner change, being and doing good, is the only way we can change the world.  Any person at any time can decide to be and do good or otherwise.  There is no way to eliminate all the possible terrorists except by freely making the choice to eliminate the terrorist within oneself.

This is the direction I am taking, but I know I have far to go.  And yet, it seems that if my soul were bright enough, strong enough, it would bust the fuses on that machine.

I read the following this morning:

« En représaille contre l’attentat manqué, les Etats-Unis et le Yémen cherchent de nouvelles cibles au Yémen pour des frappes aériennes, a rapporté la chaîne CNN. »

http://actu.orange.fr/a-la-une/attentat-rate-la-cia-se-defend-securite-renforcee-dans-plusieurs-aeroports_467461.html

Translation : In retaliation for the missed attack, the United States and Yemen are seeking new targets in Yemen for air strikes, reported CNN.

And so we see the never-ending cycle of revenge.  Where is the land of the free and the home of the brave?

Furiously knitting away while thinking about all of this, my moebius seems to have taken on a heart shape.

Picture Perfect : Favorite Past PP Post

Now I see how faulty my system of saving Picture Perfect entries and using tags is.  I don’t know if this is my absolute favorite but this one stands out to me because the image is one that moves me and the text inspires me still.  (Is that lack of humility?)  It was originally published as Picture Perfect – Precious.

The most precious thing we have is our soul.  We are not born with it; it is something we create by the way we are, the way we live—doing and being good.  There are truths on the universal level that are beyond the grasp of our finite minds so God uses parables and images.  To illustrate the soul, He gives the example of a well-constructed boat with a strong sail.  He refers to the soul as being our true body and the means of close contact, communication, with Him.  (See “The Revelation of Arès” chapters 4, 17, 18,…)  May we be a multitude that joins the heavenly fleet suggested by this photo taken at Arès.

For more favorite PP entries, go to Picture Perfect.

Picture Perfect: Worn

These are my old jeans; they need fixed again.  My “good” jeans are getting a bit frayed around the cuffs so I bought a new pair which means the old “good” ones may now be worn in the garden and this pair may be relegated to a trunk in the attic unless I get the urge to add another patch.  I saw a similar pair in a shop window on a ritzy street in the south of France for 285 euros.

The chair you see here was quite worn when we got it; I redid the caning, waxed it and now it’s as good as new.  I don’t know when I will take the time to do its mate.

The stone trough (lower right) was hidden in a wall where we opened a passageway.  It probably was for doing dishes or salting pork originally.  I put plants in it.

One element of worn things that we admire may be the effort involved for them to remain functional.  Perhaps it is also a seeking of the eternal. 

Somewhere within, we have an inkling that we were meant to be perpetual.  A patched up, re-worked, sanded over soul will not have the same beauty as a pure innocent child, but it will have the triumph of having overcome.

For more entries on the theme of worn, go to Picture Perfect.

Picture Perfect: Precious

The most precious thing we have is our soul.  We are not born with it; it is something we create by the way we are, the way we live—doing and being good.  There are truths on the universal level that are beyond the grasp of our finite minds so God uses parables and images.  To illustrate the soul, He gives the example of a well-constructed boat with a strong sail.  He refers to the soul as being our true body and the means of close contact, communication, with Him.  (See “The Revelation of Arès” chapters 4, 17, 18,…)  May we be a multitude that joins the heavenly fleet suggested by this photo taken at Arès.

 

For more entries on the theme of “precious”, go to Picture Perfect.