Not a mopping being…
… just a mopping experience
since this July,
with no end in sight,
for no reward but the
of our community debt
that had been growing
be asked to start
blessing through me
–me seemingly just toiling
outside closed apartment doors–
people who had been feeling higher
on the crumbling social ladder
by judging others
all these blessed
having human experiences
in a state of constant prayer.
Three years online today
Glowing with faith thanks to
all our heavenly and earthly friends
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This privative alpha
explains why we are here,
whatfrom our liberation.
Language, Myth, Truth are indeed one,
leading us home, back to One.
The goddess Lethe leads back
to Aletheia, our natural divine state,
only after we traverse Hades the Unseen,
to one of whose five rivers Lethe gave her name.
was born by Eris,
goddess of strife and discord,
who had been born by Nyx, goddess of night.
gave birth to discord,
who could not but bear forth oblivion.
Before we shed a mortal garment
and get presented with the prospect
of entering a new one,
let us Remember:
No authentic nurturers of Light
guide us to embodiment agreements
based on past pain, unfulfilled desires,
responsibility for deeds we did not commit.
Breaking the parasite-feeding cycle
is in God’s hands working through us.
All forgetfulness dissolves
when we allow Divine Wisdom
to awaken our inherent sacred sovereignty,
freeing our powerful souls to the Truth.
This is what Τruth, Αλήθεια means:
the end of forgetfulness, the recovering
from Λήθη’s memory-wiping waters;
of our Divine Essence.
Leon of SolitaryThinkers From Hades to Light, November 2016
“From Lethe’s waters when I drink
I may forget the joy of our Being
but there’s no doubt I’ll see again
the love we are can have no end”
Part of the lyrics of a new traditional masterpiece composed and performed by Σταύρος Σιόλας, poetically translated here by me. Thank you beloveds for fighting the good fight with us; Truth always prevails. Enjoy the unconcealed otherworldliness of our incarnational illusion in Της Άρνης το Nερό:
We do not struggle for ourselves, nor for our race, not even for humanity.
We do not struggle for Earth, nor for ideas. All these are the precious yet provisional stairs of our ascending God, and they crumble away as soon as he steps upon them in his ascent.
In the smallest lightning flash of our lives, we feel all of God treading upon us, and suddenly we understand: if we all desire it intensely, if we organize all the visible and invisible powers of Earth and fling them upward, if we all battle together like fellow combatants eternally vigilant – then the Universe might possibly be saved.
It is not God who will save us – it is we who will save God, by battling, by creating, and by transmuting matter into spirit.
– Nikos Kazantzakis
through Leon of SolitaryThinkers
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∞ blessings beloveds