The Playing of Jazz Music is listed here to characterise those activities (such also as Waxing Lyrical) which go on and on to no particular end. Such activities invite both mind and being into stupefaction, simply because no real finale (or desire to end) is sensed.
In conversation – in either language or music – we intuitively comprehend much before it is presented or acknowledged consciously. It is not difficult to second-guess most repartees – as such is our participation, on many levels unspoken and ‘unheard’, yet known by us completely.
However, there is much confusion when there is no conclusion! And, without much ado, thus ends this subject!
Habitual Actions fraught with Compulsion and Impossibility:
There is a pretence amongst some folk that they can achieve certain things by their own actions, which are in fact, an impossibility. This pretence can take many guises and amongst all of us there are countless instances which can be cited upon review. If you are prepared to be candid about your own behaviours in this, you will be surprised throughout the course of a week the number that you shall come across: ranging from the meagre misconception about one’s own self-worth and capability, through to the extreme of illusory pride imagining oneself to be King of the World.
Accompanying such pretences shall be habitual compulsions which beg their reaffirmation. In other words, not only will we exaggerate our own value with something, but do so repeatedly, and to a point of obsession.
There are a few reasons why this is so, but the relevant one here belongs to the transverse properties of Star-Reaching when we believe that we have arrived at a hoped-for destination before we have actually got there. Holding a positive projection about who we are and how effective we can be in the world is extremely useful – however, it becomes a hindering vanity when future improvements are dismissed because we are believing our projections before the actuality. This is one of the difficulties of having faith in a destination we do not know of. Quite possibly many pilgrims have asked “are we there yet?” when they haven’t already left their compounds.
Added to this there are such impossibilities which no one can overcome. Quite often this may involve some of our deepest wants. For a bereaved individual there may be the impossible “if onlys”, for the healer, and the evangelist there are also a set of ‘if onlys’ – and these conditions make for yet more insecurity in both mind and soul because in truth they cannot and therefore will not materialise into the envisioned eventuality.
Dishonesty renders the soul derelict. Self-compromise pits and pores the egoic shell. Perpetuating dishonest realities impinges upon all who are concerned, holding each and every one within a confused disarray, inhibited from beginning upon their individual destiny.
And so, in this we are saying that if one is given to promoting a dishonest view, even when it comes to self-worth, they will be ineffectual in that which they are trying to be part of, whereas if they can obtain the candid outlook, reality will be far more pliable to their hopes and envisionings.
The futures cannot respond to the unreasonable or to the vain. This is of course contrary to what many may have originally believed: i.e. that the futures are welcomed by the ‘dreamers’ and the non-sensical … when in reality they are as but lost seeds to the wind, if not grounded. (Luke 8:15: But that on the good ground are they, which in an honest and good heart, having heard the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit with patience.)
And so, it is asked about the severity of statement – whereupon we view dishonesty in terms of those who might simply exaggerate their hopes, or conceal something protectively: What of these dishonesties? What of the positive thinker, and the grafting on of virtue? A man with ideals may become qualified because of them, yet he is still obliged during the time of development to admit to that which he is and that which he is not. This is both for the sake of himself as well as for others. Truity is best - what we are to be known by, regardless of the faults we may confess for the very sake and saving of that honesty about our selves.
False prophets and other such showmen (most of the time) set out to please people. In point of fact, their winningness comes from such a talent, a talent which compromises the truth in its very cunning. False hopes and false promises eventually prove themselves, leaving the disappointed to recover what they can and begin again.
However, such promise-givers do live within our own psyche also … eager to make happy, eager to entertain – introducing an entire repertoire for the song-and-dance of forthcoming “if only’s”.
“If only I was a wealthy man, then I would surely be happy”, and “if only I did such and such, so and so, then I too could be rich like him” and so it goes. All of the ‘happy’ lines within our own minds, the vaudeville patter which, in the long run, is characterised by only the absurd. God save us from these ‘venerable’ vulnerables, we pray.
To have authority – authorship – is to be the originator of that in which you wield the enforceable sovereignty … whilst to be with an authoritarian demeanour is to pretend to such authorship, yet not hold the signature keys for that claim to be rightly so.
There are two prospects within the realm of spiritual teaching which are good. One is that of the man or woman, who through their marvels and findings can go on to share inspirations that they have firsthand explored; with generosity and natural learning being keenly sensed by those around them. The other is far more contrived and deliberate on behalf of the teacher, one who has the authority to make certain presentations because he knowingly bears also the karma for that which he delivers. For the latter to be such a teacher there needs be an immediate perception which tells the individual comprehensively of the very nature of they who are being taught, and exactly what resounds within them as a consequence of further experience and information. This then weighs against more of the same.
Knowledge carries with it a life essence and is fundamentally a living material which evolves within the beings who seek to contain it. When it is passed on from one to another, there is a relationship of signatures which also transpires, an influence of consciousness in the exchange, and a developing relationship of that knowledge as it draws to it associated wisdoms in consequence. So to claim to have full authority within the realms of thinking in this world, it is essential that there is a commensurate faculty of perception which livingly tracks the processes and origins, finding the beneficial, the remedial and also the progressive elements amongst the sloth.
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We mention this therefore to caution the would-be teacher, who understands not the differences between that of their own talents and of those who do bear a qualified authority. The latter variety is a condition which will come after much discerning (and also when the very physical condition complies); whilst the former sharings are not to be denied their worth, or thought the less of, just because the perspective is now the more defined.
Activities Contraindicated:
- Eating Oranges
- Playing Jazz Music
- Waxing Lyrical
- Habitual Actions fraught with compulsion and impossibility
- Being Authoritarian
Eating Oranges:
Once upon a time there was an Atlantean King … one amongst many such kings, for in the times that we recall, practically every walking man had royal lineage proven and maintained. And so, once upon a time there were hundreds of thousands of Atlantean Kings, and one in particular we shall speak of, who by his creations marked history and subsequently created a destiny.
If you could see back into that age you would find (amongst many, many other things besides) that there was a prevalence of magic, of great and vast conjurations, inpouring into the world – much faster than the technology produces new images in the sober-cyberspace we have today! Quicker than you could download some animated and talented cartoon, you could actually create one – manifest one – you could make one.
Now the Atlanteans have a wonderful reputation for being quite intimate with the plant kingdom, or more specifically, in using their powers. In one parallel paradise story we find that Adam-Man comes forth representing the new age which is yet to come, and Yester-Eve is produced out from the memories and times before, (from him as recollect within his bones) – and presents Adam-Man with an orange.
The rape of the ecology within this world is nothing new to the memory long-held within our beloved plant-kingdom. One way or another there has been a counter-urge amongst a great few men to change and control forces belying the very wellbeing of the planet – venturing where it was not their place or kinship to go, attempting to sub-create alongside armies of imported elementals.
We all know how the story of this war concluded – quite simply, Nature won. She toppled and trashed, deluged and sank their arrogance from far beneath them.
But before the tumultuous happenings cracked and screamed, before the magicians grew too strong and too proud believing themselves quite real; before the Kings were dethroned and their servants returned into freedom … the colour (and the fruit) orange did not exist.
Firstly, the quality of the light and of the sun was quite different during those earlier conditions. Deep browns and reds, pale yellows and certainly bronze golds were plainly visible – even perhaps a darker tangerine, or citrine, topaz or mustard soil. But not the carrot, the pumpkin, bright mandarin or synthetic orange orange. These were not available, until our King procured the colour and the fruit from a much older and sulphurous planet which we had once inhabited as a race of spiritual men.
In the orange we find a blend of sun-forces today - those which were hidden during times of an ancient world, those which were paling, yet existent in forces during a much earlier episode; those of today, and something too of the future. We also have a certain tension within this fruit because of this extraordinary synthesis.
Can you imagine the marvelling at the manifestation of a very new colour? As immediately as it was apparent and incarnate within the fruit on the tree, it became quite visible elsewhere and all over! Shortly after this mystical pioneer was given deity status. Folk began wearing robes entirely of orange, denoting the ‘new age’ and their love for their ingenious master.
Millenniums later, the oils, the blossoms, the pulp and the juices were given to still be a token of opulent invention. Instinctively folk knew also that this colour did not yet belong in the world … that it is here, but not here – was with us, will be with us, but today is not quite here – although seen.
This King of this story … his name was Beelzebub. He caused kingdoms to divide amongst themselves, by disrupting the etheric world with his own designs – designs which combined with influences out of sequence, out of a specific timing. The fruit itself may appear fresh when it is rotten and decaying etherically within. The colour itself expires more light than it receives according to its merit. Initiated by the fantastique it is a reminder of the beginning of the undoing amongst Men, when a great race was broken through the interfering of a counterfeit other.
Today the colour – bright orange – has been received and taken up by the plant kingdom with a good naturedness and good nurturedness, commanding a future place in both floral and vegetably. The world itself finds the colour to be humorous (not to be taken seriously), those incarnate devotees of B’bub still wear it and revere it as a promise to some kind of new future, whilst the incarnatees of an older Atlantis shun its presence accordingly.
Whilst the fruit should not be deigned as evil, it can not either be classified as good. For about it, although lessened, are opposing forces which are not conducive to the health or inner ecology of Man. Christ’s presence is there, as is the Sun of today – however, it is remonstrate of a false promise made real – something to be a’feared much more than the false promises which dissolve upon their uncommitted utterance.
ORANGE: (RED/YELLOW)
How active a colour! You can feel it jumping up and down, pulling at the hem of your garment! This is the colour of youth. Dynamic, ceaseless, vibrant, the impulse of hope activated with great and motivating desire.
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| Iris Sullivan |
A Prayer for Navigation
Beloved Christ:
We are Curious
We are Wondering
We very much need to Know
Yet We are hesitant
We are faltering
And we very much need You now.
Beloved Christ:
We are Excited
We are Desirous
We are alive with Life
That very much needs to Grow
Yet we are tired
We are complaining
And we very much need You now.
Beloved Christ:
We have been Pondering
We are so Longing
We have great Wanting
And have need to become much more
Yet We are nonsensed
We are perplexed
And we very much need You now.
