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An Eagle Caged

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I’ve always been very cynical regarding the amount of influence religion has on society, I should add that I can only speak about the UK, and specifically the Christian Church. What particularly bothers me is the way that vast numbers of people have bought into the concept of being judged at death. The judge in question is an all-loving God, however, there’s a catch. The all-loving God is also angry,  jealous and vengeful, and “He” loves you so much that if “He” deems that you haven’t loved “Him” back in accordance with the conditions that “He” imposed on “His” love, then you are for the high jump. Or, to be more precise, an eternity of hell-fire and brimstone. Of course, this is absolute nonsense, but it’s actually good nonsense because it has given me the inspiration for another book.

I have tentatively called it, Death – A New Beginning, and it will consist of a series of poems and (very) short stories that deal with death as a process. The process that enables us to transition to our next reality. In other words it will look at death from a spiritual perspective, but minus the angry God. So, this is the way my writing will be going for the next few months. The following piece, entitled “An Eagle Caged” is one such piece that may end up in the book.

Encased in a body of flesh

I was as an eagle caged

I existed to fly

But with clipped wings?

I was but a dreamer

Spending my days pondering

On what might have been

And what might yet be

If Only I could free myself

From the living death

But, is this not life’s greatest conundrum?

To seek freedom

Only to find that one was never caged

Merely a slave to the ego

 

Yes, a slave to the ego was I

A believer of life’s dramas

As they played out in my mind

I was the star of the show

Stumbling around the stage

Like a drunken actor

Struggling to remember his lines

Now, as the deluded await judgement

From their angry God,

My latest adventure concluded

I dissolve into the nectarine sweetness of Divinity

 

Maybe

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Maybe, this is the start of something new?

But, is there really any such thing as “something new?”

Maybe, the 1,000 petaled lotus beckons?

Or maybe, I’ll just continue to seek what I already have?

My mind, like a crazed dervish, frantically darts back and forth between the dualistic and the esoteric.

Why am I disturbed by trivia?

Why do I give credence to the mundane duality?

When there is a lamp in the heart of the Divine, lighting my way home…

 

The same light informs me that my many lives are but One

Each death, merely a setting of the sun

To rise again in the land of opposites

Where, in the blink of an eye

The blaggard ego comes creeping

Like a thief in the night

To smuggle away life’s sweetness

Leaving only bitterness in its wake

 

And so, I rise again

To writhe and squirm

To bleed and heal

To be guided by the light of love

To welcome death with open arms

To bask in a Love of indescribable purity

To melt in the bosom of Divinity

 

Maybe, this is the start of something new?

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Birth And Death – Which Is Which?

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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

So, which is which? When we are born, we are born into a very restrictive physical body and those who do not ultimately realise that they are something much greater than the body quite often live lives of “death.” In other words, they quite often live lives of pain and suffering. Paradoxically, when we go through the process of physical death, the soul experiences an incredible sense of freedom; the spirit literally flies when the body is shed.

Also, people with little or no spiritual awareness are usually very afraid to “die.” Given that death is a very important part of life, are they actually afraid to live? In contrast, people who have a certain level of spiritual awareness quite often do not fear death because they know that death is merely a process (not an end) by which we are able to transition to our next reality.

Of course, in consciousness there is neither birth nor death, only “That Which Is.”

 

An Unlikely Friend

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Hi, I’m Death

I’m in the position to help you transition

To ease your mind, and

Show you a reality of a different kind

 

You’ve all been sold a pup

The religionists are wrong

I’m not at all bad

More like a sweet song

 

There is no demon to judge you

No hell to burn you

Only loved ones to greet you, and

Lead you to a new life of wonder

 

I’m death

I’ve come to soothe you

To cradle you in my arms

Just let go

 

Just let go

 

Just let go…

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

 

The Homecoming – A (Very) Short Story

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“How is he doing?”

“His breathing has become very shallow but he seems comfortable, oh wait… I think he’s gone.”

“I don’t know what’s happening to me. I thought I could hear distant voices, then the light; so bright yet so comforting… and the tunnel. But I feel so peaceful.”

“I don’t know what’s happened to my bed, it just seems to have disappeared, and I don’t recognise any of these characters, they just seem to be going about their work quietly and efficiently.”

“Welcome home friend, we’ve been expecting you!”

The Sun Speaks

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If ever we needed a reminder of our shared nature with mother earth, we need look no further than the sun. She rises in the East (birth) in all her majestic glory and sets in the West (death) in equally glorious majesty. Only to appear once more above the horizon (rebirth). Each spectacular sunrise and sunset symbolises the eternal glory of the light (spirit) and the cyclic nature of life.

As the light of the sun at setting is a precursor to its light at rising, never diminishing, so the light of the spirit shines eternally, ever brightly through each physical birth and rebirth.

Death being the stepping stone from one great adventure to another.

 

Death Addressed The Masses – A Short Story

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“I am Death, the Great Awakening.” “Awakening to what?” screamed the deluded from the rooftops. “To what is already there,” Death replied. “Why do you fear me? I am the lifter of the veil, the bridge to your next adventure, I am the light leading you out of the darkness, not into it.”

The deluded screamed again, “No, you bring only fear, pain and suffering, why should we listen to you?” Death replied once more, “My friends, it is not I inflicting your fear, pain and suffering on you; I bring only light. You have lost sight of your true nature, and as a result, you have succumbed to cause and effect.”

“I exist to relieve you of such inflictions, not to bring more.”

But the deluded would not listen, they chose fear instead, and thus, continued on the wheel.

 

Death – Part Two

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Death

You wonderful giver of life

Source of abundance

I ponder…

 

Will it be worth the wait to know your secrets?

“Yes, Yes, Yes”

You cry, in unbridled ecstasy

 

“Come, let me embrace you”

“Take you into my loving care”

 

A door opens

The sun rises

A flower blooms

Death

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I don’t travel alone

The angels accompany me

Through the tunnel we fly

 

“It’s time,” the beautiful souls had said

“We have come for you”

“New adventures await”

 

We travel the tunnel

at breakneck speed

Warmth and anticipation swell my heart

 

The end of the tunnel looms

Larger and larger

The light beckons

Until…

 

I’m through the veil

The Spirit greets me

I’m home

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The Dualistic Concept Of Heaven And Hell

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Heaven and Hell are not places that you go to after death. Whether you’ve been “good” or “bad” there are no such places as Heaven and Hell; they are merely concepts that exist in the mind. We create our own Heaven and Hell here on earth.

The only reality, ultimately, is Consciousness, which exists as it is. For Heaven and Hell to exist, they would have to have some form of objective reality, which means that they would have to appear somewhere within the timelessness of Consciousness. If that was the case, they would have limitations (boundaries), which would render them both finite. This completely blows out of the water the mythological religious view that Heaven and Hell are eternal; eternal bliss and eternal damnation respectively. You cannot have two eternities, it is both spiritually and scientifically impossible. Eternity is timeless infinity, so if Heaven and Hell existed there would have to be a place (boundary) where one ceased and the other began. Therefore the only conclusion is that both Heaven and Hell are dualistic concepts that exist only in the mind.