Tag: religion

The wooden idol wants to write a diary

The wooden idol wants to write a diary
The wooden idol looks inside itself and writes from its heat
With fingers that cannot hold the borrowed pencil

Visitors come to see the wooden idol
They bow down, pray to it, and go away

The wooden idol
Writes down its thoughts on wood
The wooden idols thoughts appear written all over its body

People come to see the miracle
They bow down and they pray to it and ask
What does the writing mean for no one can read the writing?

The wooden idol is shipped off to a laboratory to be examined
A scan shows up nothing but the rings of a tree
The writing is copied into a file and printed out
An expert declares it to be an unknown language

The idol is retuned to the place of worship
People come and bow down to it and leave

If the idol wanted to remember its past life
What could it remember
Was it a man or a woman?
Did it fall in love?
The idol is confused
What it remembers is being in a forest
What it is now is a woman carved out of wood

The idol realises that it is not a real woman
The idol realises that a carving in wood is not its real identity
In its memory it sees only trees in a forest
And now it is this – an idol

The idol feels misunderstood
The idol wants them to move it back into the forest
The idol cannot speak to them as they worship it

Do they like it because it is wood
Or because it has been given a shape they can understand?

The idol might have roots inside it
If the idol could be returned to the forest
It just might put down roots
It just might become a tree again

In the course of a lifetime
We can often swallow an idol
We are going through a level of personality disorder that we cannot control
We enter a bad night with a dark lake within
Out of the dark lake comes the idol that we swallow
We have an excess of ego
We get an overflow of emotions
We walk through a darkness of the heart and soul
Our spirit feels threatened n it fights back
You can imagine a spirit that fights back
But you cannot see it yet it is fights on your behalf
It is anonymous, it is like water and air, it has no identity
It has the energy of life
And it fights back against the influences you experience

I want to delete all this and find my true self
I am afraid
I pretend to be who you want me to be
It’s your fault
You have fashioned something that does not fit

When I try to be my true self, I do not fit
I was shaped like everyone else to fit in
But I am not a follower made of wood

I am sailing in the fingerprint of my soul
I see with the iris of my eye
My heart beats for its own length of time in so many different ways to yours
I cannot be squeezed into a tin can
I am not a commodity

There is a game that is played in society
Where you run around a course and images pop up
Some images are enemies for you to kill
Some images are commodities for you to buy

Everything a person makes becomes one or the other
Even with the best will in the world
– Art becomes a commodity
– Athleticism becomes a national asset
And truth becomes smoke

Never Feel Sorry For the Devil

Never feel sorry for the devil
Never sympathise with him
Or he’ll swallow you up like a big fish
And you’ll enter into his sin.

Have you felt sorry for the devil?
Did you ever sympathise with him
Then he swallowed you up, you morsel
He’s identified you as his twin.

When you’re at the gate to the tunnel
That mirages all over him
And the Garden of Eden melts in the rain
Then you’ve been expelled from within.

Never feel sorry for Satan
Or find yourself melt like a stone
Best to keep well clear of Satan
It’s best to leave him alone.

His condition is of his own choosing
And he vows to never back down
His life is a river of human blood
That flows across burning ground.

If you meet him one dark evening
And he plays on your sympathy
Don’t laugh or cry, but hurry on by
If you wish to stay forever free.

To a Soldier

In 33 BC, Jesus was asked questions by his disciples about the future of Jerusalem and of his second coming as their King. Looking far into the future, he said that, Nation would rise against Nation, and Kingdom against Kingdom and that this was to be a sign to look for.
The times of the Gentiles is a Jewish (Judean) time of having non-Jewish people rule in Jerusalem when they would be without a king to rule over them and they would be trampled over by foreign rule for a period of time, the time of the gentiles.
This time-period lasted for over two thousand years and ends with nation rising against nation. Without going into detail, it’s not hard to see that 2,000 years after Jesus died there was such an event – the 1st world war. The First World War involved great armies from many countries, a new wave of invention in military equipment and great loss of life. The soldiers in the war perhaps didn’t know about this prophecy, and that they were taking part in the “beginning of the end of the system of things”.
He mentions that there would be war, death and plague and the gathering of disciples then the end would come. The 1st world war began as a kind of joke among the generals, but after asking volunteers to join the fight, it lasted for so long and so many people were dying that civilians were conscripted into the army to help win the war.
The Beginning of the End is described also in the book of Revelation as the four horsemen of the apocalypse, the four horsemen ride and then the war comes to an end and a new event takes place the gathering of Jesus’s disciples. This event where the news of Gods kingdom is given to the world is significant because Jesus says that if it were not for this preaching of the kingdom from door to door, the end of the system would have taken place with the end of the 1st world war and God’s Kingdom would have happened straight away. Instead, people were given a second chance to learn and know about Jesus’s prophecy of the Time of the End and the start of his second coming by hearing about from the bible.
Armageddon is the end of the human system, the world that we now live in. Revelation describes how the close disciples of Jesus go to God’s world and when every one of them has been taken from the earth how the angels begin to sound the seven trumpets that lead to the end of the human system of politics and human war. This is why soldiers (and everyone else who love God) leave their careers in the military and work in a peaceful way. Because as the many armies of the human nations get stronger and the technological weapons get deadlier, it is only going to go one way.

The reason why

There’s a war of good and evil
In the battles being fought
The king of truth goes forward
But he risks being caught

Go back to the mountain
Lead us on from there
Do not let the evil
Trap you in its lair

The armies of the king of truth
Then with their battle cry
Surged forth against the evil ones
To win or else to die

The king of truth watched over
Until the time was right
When the lies they told about him
Were visible in the light

And then with a mighty anger
And then with furious might
He vanquished all the evil
Within everybody’s sight

For while you’re called a liar
There’s nothing you can do
Until the accusations
Are broken by the truth

The Tigris and Euphrates

The Tigris and Euphrates

The Tigris and the Euphrates
Flow side by side
Hear the song of their glory
By the riverside

The history of their land
Flows in their blood
The mystery of their land
That tastes of the flood

On the Tigris and the Euphrates
On the left and on the right
Flowing through the changes
Of day and night

And floating on the Tigris
A flower of wisdom
And floating on the Euphrates
A flower of life

To idealise something

To idealise something is a sugary hit
It lasts as long as you can think of it
A thing idealized becomes an idolized thing
That people bow down to and worship
There’s an ideal example of a woman
That no woman can become
There’s an idolized image of a woman
That melts slowly in the sun

Solace, Love and Religion

Solace in the ring of moonbeams
The silhouette of the cat against the moon
The river of milk that turns into moonlight
The music from a hollow star tastes of the sun

Love and religion in the hollow of a tree trunk
Split into two by the axe of the lonely heart
Love and religion side by side like two gravestones
One kills the other before they are even dead

Solace like an otter on the riverbank
Her eyes spread seas of reflections
That becomes a lady of cosmic solitude
Whose hands part the universe like a curtain

Love and religion together in chains of blood stained silver
Quickly divorcing like a mountain split apart

Love and religion separated by the wagging of the weeping tongue
Of the brittle shadows of the mind
Love and religion forged in the human fires of time
Separated as perfect enemies by the sword of fear

Love and religion separated by alchemy
The wholeness is never seen in an imperfect world
Sunlight and ice and the radioactive currents of a star
Stake solace to the earth like a glowing molten fire

Her song haunts heaven and beguiles angels
They dance around the sun in a ring
Burning the wings of nightingales into its deep mirrors
Held within by solace who is in charge of dream worlds
Who with an everlasting thread sows together
The endless un-natural enmity of love and religion

Solace born like a liquid silver moon
From the earth and sky of love and religion
She burns like fire by day and glows like frost by night
Tears like snowflakes hover motionless above her sleeping soul

Those who love have separated themselves from religion
Those with religion have separated themselves from love
And in between solace holds them apart
Like two mountains about to collide in Canaan

Each side of their glass partition, yellow with pregnancy
Growing numbers of hollow men write dreams
With sleep-frozen-eyes and the leaf of night stuck in their coagulated blood
Where love and religion become a meaningless mixture of sand grain

For love without religion dies and religion without love dies also
Love alone will be driven to murder and religion alone will start the slaughter

The Scapegoat

There is in the bible the story of the scapegoat. I have often wondered what this could mean, and why does it seem that it was abandoned. Lev 16.8,10,26

At a special ceremony in ancient Israel, the sins of the nation are figuratively loaded onto a goat that is then sent out into the wilderness. (Day of Atonement or Yom Kippur).

Perhaps then this was Gods original plan for the Messiah Jesus, that when he appeared, all of the people would be gathered together at a special ceremony and Jesus would be symbolically loaded with the sins of the nation and sent out into the desert. Everyone present would see this ceremony and understand its significance. Next, it is possible that like Enoch and like Elijah he would have been taken by God up to heaven where his sacrifice would mean the forgiveness of sins for the people. This plan meant that Jesus sacrifice would have been dealt with by God in a kind and less traumatic way then it was. 2 Kings 2;1

But this didn’t happen that way. The devil thwarted this plan. At the appearance of the Messiah Jesus, first, the devil had Judas his disciple betray him, then he got the High Priest to accuse him of blasphemy, and then he got the Roman Governor to execute him as a common criminal. This then degraded the sacrifice of the scapegoat, Jesus, in the eyes of the people so that they would be less likely to believe in it. And it was an even greater test for Jesus than was originally planned.

But still, the devil could not prevent Jesus from being taken up, after three days in the tomb by God to heaven.

Now the rule of a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye comes unfortunately into force. The system that took away the eye of Jesus in return will have to pay it back its own eye; the system that took away the tooth of Jesus will have to pay it back its own tooth, and the system that took away Jesus’ life will have to pay back with its own life.

So the book of Revelations wild beast, (the system), and Revelations the false prophet (its religious support or science) is faced with this kind of justice at the battle of Armageddon.

Yet The Book of Jonah shows that there will be survivors of this calamity for he was sent to ancient Nineveh to tell them of judgement on them by God and so they repented and were forgiven.

In Tudor times when anyone was a threat to the throne, they were incarcerated in the Tower of London until they could be dealt with, and so the Serpent of Revelation is also incarcerated until the end of the thousand years of Gods Kingdom when he will be dealt with.

From Encyclopedia Brittanica.

Azazel, in Jewish legends, a demon or evil spirit to whom, in the ancient rite of Yom Kippur (Day of Atonement), a scapegoat was sent bearing the sins of the Jewish people. Two male goats were chosen for the ritual, one designated by lots “for the Lord,” the other “for Azazel” (Leviticus 16:8). The ritual was carried out by the high priest in the Second Temple and is described in the Mishna. After the high priest symbolically transferred all the sins of the Jewish people to the scapegoat, the goat destined “for Azazel” was driven into the wilderness and cast over a precipice to its death. Azazel was the personification of uncleanness and in later rabbinic writings was sometimes described as a fallen angel.

Come into my home

Come into my home, to the sickbed of my wife
Sit upon her cot and give her back her life
Invisible unseen healer
Invisible unseen love

You whose home was in the stars
Whose father was the Creator
Wipe the sweat from off of your brow
And take a drink of water

My only door is open to you
My window is open wide
Come inside and sit down by my wife’s side
Invisible unseen healer
Invisible unseen love

Let her see into your eyes
And touch your perfect hand
Let her ask for mercy and let her understand
The invisible unseen healer
The invisible unseen love

Stonehenge

The rock of ancestors
A circle of stone souls
In conference
With men;
A circle of ancestors
Being called upon
Would speak.

The beginning
In the eye wind
Of religion.
The mediator
The shaman
The devil
Has been taken –
He talks to
The ghosts;
He is talking to
The spirits
In eternity;
He is the centre
The stars are its tent
The underworld
Is its voice.

The tribes of Britain
Are seated around
The house of the dead
At The centre of the earth
Waiting,
Waiting to know
Are they right?
Are they wrong?

They knew the old stories
Of the times before
The new circle;
They knew
The story
Of the journey
Of the ancestors
From far away
Who founded
The circle of holiness
In the new land.
They could speak to them
Through the shaman
Through the mediator
That danced in frenzy
Around the pinpoint centre
Of the worlds.

The stones began
to awaken
The drumbeat
The frenzied sound
Was in the stones
Was in the priest –
The oracle had come.

The fragments
Began to be revealed
Of the god
Who began all things
That now demanded
A sacrifice
Of thanks.

They were the men of old
Who had followed the setting sun
To the end of the earth;
They were from
The land of the gods
The gifts were collected
They returned to the feast
Reassured
That the dead would rise.

Today,
The stones sleep,
The ancestors
Have no names,
And
The stars forget.