And that my friends, concludes PILGRIM; no higher ending than Sarah McLachlan.
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Sarah McLachlan - Angel

Sarah McLachlan - Ben's Song

sarah mclachlan - i will remember you

sarah mclachlan - wintersong

There is a PATH of LIGHT

No matter how persistent the darkness
it is only illusive, seeking to cover, to hide
to obscure the TRUTH

I speak of this not from the heights
of some POLYANNA vision
but from the depths of darkness, itself

Yes, i am resisting inferior influences
yet even in the midst of their grip
i know the TRUTH
and therein the battle is won

I am finally accessing my unconscious
it started out as dreams
but now i can "play thoz dreams" at will

sometimes bizarre, sometimes frightful
but always suggestive of other worldly dimensions
just as real, substantial as the "eight track" of our customary consciousness

i am only at the beginning
have no idea where this will lead
if anywhere
but strongly suggestive of no thot, no agenda

only no mind can sustain
such REALITIES

just the thot, un-nerves me

but that may be what is called for, rather
NO-EGO IDENTITY, NO PERSONAL HISTORY

Boundless and Free is Un-Thinkable...
from the depths of the PRIMORDIAL SELF

OPAW, was a GREAT TEACHER
a MASTER

he was always "giving me lessons"
one instance, i undertook the texturing
of 600 lbs of "mud" on walls and ceilings
(to be followed by painting)

my shldrs didn't recover for 3 months

i thot it would be a good selling point
for the new houses
the German builder was of a different opinion

of course, Opaw "supported" me
the great smearing with a long-nap roller was an undertaking
of the HIGHEST & most NOBLE ORDER

after 3 houses so smeared
i fell ill, barely culd stand
but Christmas was around the corner
and the children were expecting Santa Claus
albeit, not one covered in mud

It was some time before i appreciated
the value of that lesson
not until i i became acquainted with the I CHING Prrinciple of
THE PATH of LEAST RESISTANCE

slow learner is a euphemism

Sarah McLachlan - River

too often we fall into a trap
a quandary
whether to do this or that
which only begs the question

while the real nemesis lurks in the background
the shadows, unidentified

whatever is done must proceed from the strength
of PROPER PRINCIPLES, STRENGTH of CHARACTER
herein lies the real battleground
herein lies victory or defeat

all that is right and good emanates from this moment

from the depths of our Primal Being
not as a consequence of strategy, this followed by that
devised by the ever-deceitful ego

but as result of STRENGTH OF CHARACTER

TRUTH

that which appears in your PATH
is meant to LEAD
its presence is not random

but SYNCHRONISTIC

DREAMING WITH RACHAEL

We drive till dark, pull over
your head on my shoulder
the hum of traffic going by
lights flashing, sweeping us away
silently we drift entering the dream-world
traversing regions unknown
together, hand-in-hand, dreamers
running, tripping in a down-under land
waking on sun's piercing rays
to a reality fabricated
from images lying dormant in time

Anyone for a road trip...trade fairs

am i dreaming?

THE LOOK

I saw the look again
caught it in your eye
just a flash, a moment gone bye
but, you can't hide what's in your soul
you can't deny that over which
you have no control
when you are loved by someone
deep and true
when your hearts connect, merge
its really not up to you
anyway, I love you
beyond all time, beyond all rules
I love you
because I've seen your soul looking out at me
 when it gathered itself in your eyes

the clouds move past the sun
as if it were standing still
OMG it is STILL

and perfectly positioned at tree top level

such a occasion speaks volumes
I find myself as if an ancient astrologer
keeping track of the movement of the stars

a spreading OAK
OLD, MAJESTIC
surrounded within an ancient stone enclosure
THE 300 yr OAK silently proclaims a presence
alien to its environment

In as much as desire is the culprit
I limit my desire
to this moment

may this moment extend
irrevocable, unhindered

this moment forever
unencumbered

MY CHILDREN

Ye are Sacred unto me
tho you know it not
I have loved you
from our Father's (God) heart

and yet, I have failed you, as well
tho what is meant from the beginning of Time
from Heaven itself, shall not, cannot fail

My love for you is true
deep, eternal

the doves cooing outside
my window
a gentle rain
the Benedictine monks chanting in the background
accompanied by the hypnotic hum of the fan

what riches am i missing

Sarah Mc Lachlan
ANGEL

Spend all your time
waiting
for that second chance for a break that would make it okay
There's always some
reason
to feel not good enough and
its hard at the end of the day

I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seep from my veins

Let me be empty
and weightless and
maybe
I'll find some Peace tonight
In the Arms of the Angel
Fly away from here
from this dark cold
hotel room and the endless that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie you're in the Arms of the Angel
may you find some comfort here
so tired of the straight life
and every where you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps twisting
you keep on building the lies
that you keep making up for all that you lack

It don't make no difference escaping one last time
its easier to believe in
in this sweet madness, oh
this glorious release
that brings me to my knees

In the Arms of the Angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endless that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the Arms of the Angel
May you find some comfort here

You're in the Arms of the Angel
may you find some comfort here

coiled beneath me
i slept upon the chains of my oppression

what better way to know their windings
and loosening
once one knows the bonds of his oppression
are of his own makings
a Path will become visible which leads to deliverance
i know that which imprisons me
are the restrictions of consciousness
self-imposed

the kinks in my armor
become the means to my release
to know that which binds is also that which frees
is Liberation

we walk the same trail
you and i
drawn by the same forces
pay homage to the same gods

shall we meet in the here-and-now
or in the here-after
or are we already united
on The Great Path

may i lay down at-one with you
may i hold you as a child
will you show me the god in you

if i show you the same in me

in this moment, dream with me

when the sun breaks over an awaiting landscape
its as if a lover has answered his lonnging mate's sweet call

stalker of the Light i am
traversing the woodlands high and low
capturing its variations wherever i go

gotta be quick or willing to wait and lay low
for whenever she comes she lingers not

if i were you and you me
and we met on the "bye and bye"
would we recognize each other
i think not
for before you can know another
not only must you "walk a mile in his shoes"
you must have the creative capacity to do so
and that is where i think we falter:

Men are so self-consumed by their projections
they are unable to recognize their own selves
should they come face to face with self-same

take to walking
while the dew is still fresh on the grass
no place to go, nothing to do
just converse silently with you

while the Light is yet subdued
the Truth still shines bright
emanating from an Inner Source
the boundless Heart of Mankind

walk ye while the cooling winds
do yet stir stately evening's withdrawal

while there's still some nocturnal magic in the air

Along Shoal Creek
Peace radiates abundantly
but no more than twenty yards from its shore
Shoal Creek DRIVE descends into Chaos and Decadence

Not now, Not yet
Not in these pre-dawn hours when the Sacred still prevails

but soon, the Auto will unleash
its Destructive Forces
Speeding up and down the Drive
Shoal Creek, itelf, invisible to conscious perception
or at brief, a passing apparition
of no enduring consequence

Technology creates cultural artifacts
out of established Ways of Life rendering them oddities for display
commodities For Sale


Meanwhile, A yellow butterfly summons my attention
but her curiosity is soon peaked
and she flutters away
A blessing to her species
as it has not yet attained consciousness
perhaps, it has evolved past conscious fixations

attained a oneness where she flows with the moment
a different wave-length altogether

a Blessing indeed

One of the Real People
thoz who when they came to the Fork in the Road:
man's technology or Divine Providence
chose the latter
thoz who honored the Divine Spirit within
thoz who came to know Eternal Life

Personal Fate is a largely a function of which Path we follow

do we trust Divine Providence or do we give into Fear

and allow ego to determine our behavior and actions
if ego, all the Glitz and Glamour of this world
dissolve like an obscuring fog before Light of Truth

and we are left naked...

When the Final Call is sounded
pray ye, be on the Right Path

an Inner Code is already written into our Hearts

Honor it

Something beyond the here and now
ties us together eternally

something beyond the temporal
leads us down a rose-strewn path

Where you are every woman
i have ever loved
and i the same to you

more and more, i awake
finding it hard to reorient
myself to this time and place

perhaps, i am more awake, at home
in that other world
the Spiritual Dimension

is that the Creator's way
of preparing us for
crossing the stream

i think it must be so
for i feel more Natural and True
on the other side

no betrayals, no two-faced lies
no shadow projections of other people's ego-mania deceptions

just the many-faceted oneness
of you and i
all the incarnations that our mirror-likenesses
have taken thru-out the ages

sometimes when i write
i am guided by an invisible
but audible editor
she says things like: "does that 'i' belong before 'a'"
or she may change my wording
to more clearly say what i mean

then when i wake-up
i am startled
by her absence

i have been diagnosed with absence-seizures
is this the other side of the coin

by my absence am i not present in Spiritual Reality

I practice dying
daily
suspend breathing, slowly, don't gasp
if for a moment, only a moment
know that you are not your body

when i restrain myself
follow the path of least resistance
various Angels come to my aid
as when i lock my mind and open my heart
un-protected as i am
from thoz who wuld do me harm

From the Primal Depths of the Universe
a POWER unrestricted and subject not to conditions
reaches out to the humble, unassuming, innocent man
and EXALTS him above all others
who out of their egos strive
but attain naught in the eye of God
for in a flash of LIGHT all un-holiness dissolves
and true SUBSTANCE, SPIRIT, is revealed

Make no mistake, that which is not SPIRIT
is not...

Every bite i take is your BODY
every morsel, drop that passes my lips
is your BODY I savor your sweetness
i long to live by breath (SPIRIT) alone
needing no earthly nourishmeent
living by air itself

once you touch it
or rather, IT touches you
your life will never be the same
life is commandered/commanded by the endeavor
to re-establish Primal Contact
...in touch with the DIVINE SPIRIT WITHIN

were it not for the Southerly Gulf Stream Breeze
Austin would be as desolate as the desert-like Staked Plains
but the juncture of warm Gulf moisture and Rocky Mt frigid air
produces an Eden-like Paradise
renewed daily or more accurately
by Evening's transformative forces
transcendent, but subtle

ever-evolving toward PERFECTION

I have wrent pain and destruction upon my body
in an attempt to bring forth what is inside
yea, i have been too coarse in my methods in my practice
i am in need of grace and gentleness
but i will stay the course

there is an undeniable happiness
peace of mind that emerges
when we let go of our concerns with the material world

the unsurpassed happiness
of austerity
belies the locale of True Peace
Only by a relationship with the Divine Spirit within
are Joy, Inner Certainty and real Security
found
Deliverance is from Desire, itself, not just its pursuit

Who can fathom the vision of Galaxies
Who can create the DELIGHTS of SPIRITUAL WONDER

Only he who has left his body

All Pain, all Pleasure is Spiritual Manifestation
(as in Plato's Cave and myriad other examples)
THE PATTERN MAKER: he who creates physical manifestation
does so at his will
but can be both alive and yet in and out of body simultaneously

ACCEPT SPIRITUAL REALITY

As a child we are filled with Wonder and Awe
somewhere along the line, it may have to do with socialization
we lose it
its only as we reach old age that Awe and Wonder return
the world comes alive again, literally
anima mundi
such needless loss is unnecessary
to live the majority of our life's as Zombies
oh yes, there is the 20's filled with mindless enthusiasm
but then we marry and settle down
what would happen if we just stayed on the Road
the Path of Innocence that keeps us from that silent death
of Conformity: to accept everything unchallenged

Consent: to give your POWER away

In a child's WONDER there is POWER

Consenting to giving your POWER away is voluntary castration

Keep your WONDER, keep your POWER

Buddhists teach that Spiritual seperation from the body
is the highest state for the human being
and Buddhists seek to attain that seperation
without suffering physical trauma or death.

Materialism: over-preoccupation with things at the physical level;
neglecting important aspects of ethical and Spiritual existence.

Nirvana: state of existence in which the Spirit has attained full awareness
of itself as a Spiritual Being. No longer experiences suffering due to misidentification
with the material universe.

"Every Warrior hopes a good death
will find him
but Tristian culdn't wait
he went to find his"

LEGENDS of the FALL

"Reality is but an illusion
albeit a persistent one"
Al Einstein

The Buddah was once asked if he was God

His answer: No,

I'm Awake

"Eloi, Eloi, Lama Sabacthani"
(Mark 15:34)

Are we not all FALLEN ANGELS
impailed on our own PROJECTIONS

"let us not speak falsely now"(Bob Dylan)

'tis time to re-tract, take back
that which we have cast-out
and accept ownership of our own shadows

"This PURE MIND the source of everything
Shines forever and on all with the BRILLANCE OF ITS OWN PERFECTION

But the people of the world do not awake to it
Regarding only that which sees, hears, feels and knows as mind
Blinded by their own sight, hearing, feeling and knowing
They do not perceive the spectral brillance of the source of all
substance"

Hung Po

"The Light shines in the darkness, though the darkness comprehends it not"

John 1:5

secrets shared are sacred
but secrets left to linger
are dull, devoid of life
like court-room transcripts
moments of life left to lanquish in obscurity

so, if you have a secret love
whisper gently into her/his ear
that hearts given wings might soar

There is something utterly holy about Woman
she is by essence, Sacrifice
she takes, receives and freely gives of herself

thru her receptivity to divine impulses
in her capacity to Nourish

she commands the power to Transfigure

that which is mere mortal and raise it to SPIRITUAL ELEVATION

As with God, Woman sees with Light

in seeing with Light we are all PERFECT
as first conceived in the Divine Logos

only in this illusion of time
do we stumble, struggle to regain our balance
our Innocence

but thru Woman, as in God's Eye

we are already of UPRIGHT CHARACTER
WHOLE and COMPLETE

Are we not now engaged in a war among Principalities
having transcended the good guy vs bad guy paradigm
but is the prize now not the very unique, if beleagured, Soul itself

and Armageddon not as a place among Palestine's rolling plains
but in the depths and plummets of our own cavernous consciousness
did not Jesus speak to Mary, his favorite disciple
about knowledge beyond understanding of mere mortals

this places Christianity not just in the forefront of Peace and Love
but right in the midst of the SLAUGHTERHOUSE of HUMANITY

What say you...is Mary in the knowing?

I had a visitation late last nite
two angels sat at my bedside speaking sweetly
revealing secrets of the kingdom

I awoke enchanted by this vision divine
the love it emparted was other worldly
for it was of Joy and Bliss, not desire
and the secrets they shared
pointed to a light, a spark within
lumen naturae--a light hidden in the darkness

by dreams are we called
to transmute our lower, primitive selves
into a Higher Self
by deja vu, a flash of recognition
the lumen naturae reveals itself as our companion
unleashing a flood of consciousness and obscure intentionality

a coming out as it were
the unconscious steps into the pale light of day
thus bringing the divine into full consciousness
yet, in this world, only at nite, when the gates of rationality swing freely
are our minds receptive to impulses flowing from heaven

The Final Frontier: Becoming conscious of the unconscious