2020 Hindsight

A Pure Heart is a Passion-filled Heart

Uranda

January 29, 1050

If there be love then there is passion,

for you cannot separate love and passion; 

it cannot be done. 

The power of purification is God's Love and it must be felt, 

and we must feel it more deeply than anything else. 

As long as any ill thing or any supposedly ill thing

can engender a greater feeling reaction in us 

than is established by the passion current in God's Love, 

we are obviously subject in the wrong direction, 

but passion can overcome passion. Praise God that it is so.

The Ark Made Flesh

Martin Cecil

June 22, 1980  a.m.

Fire is seen by human consciousness as being hot. 

It has been seen as being useful but also destructive. 

Fire is a symbol of the spirit of love which comes upon the earth, 

just as water was a symbol of the spirit of truth which came upon the earth.

There was an obliteration of life because of the flood of water, 

except for what was preserved by reason of the ark, 

which was lifted up by the flood,

resting easily upon the surface of the water. 

While there may have been an actual event,

a cataclysm presumably, 

when the earth was covered with water, 

the portrayal in the story conveys the truth through symbolism. 

What happened in the outer circumstance was in fact symbolic

of something else that was occurring in an invisible sense.

A change was being wrought. 

The earth after that cataclysm

certainly was not the same as it was before. 

By the same token,

in these days there is this other flood which I mentioned, 

a flood of spirit, symbolized in this instance by fire. 

We do not need at the moment to speculate 

upon what the nature of the actual event is

in the external circumstance. 

No doubt we can think of possibilities. 

   

Comes a Time

Neil Young

Comes a time when you're driftin'

Comes a time when you settle down

Comes a light, feelings liftin'

Lift that baby right up off the ground

Oh, this old world keeps spinnin' 'round

It's a wonder, tall trees ain't layin' down

There comes a time

Democracy

Leonard Cohen

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean

I love the country but I can't stand the scene

And I'm neither left or right

I'm just staying home tonight

Getting lost in that hopeless little screen

Sail on, sail on

Oh mighty ship of State

To the shores of need

Past the reefs of greed

Through the Squalls of hate

Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on

Yes, a winter picnic

It's coming to America first

The cradle of the best and of the worst

It's here they got the range

And the machinery for change

And it's here they got the spiritual thirst

It's here the family's broken

And it's here the lonely say

That the heart has got to open

In a fundamental way

Yes, a snowperson baseball game

Democracy is coming to the USA

David waiting for democracy

It's coming from the sorrow in the street

The holy places where the races meet

From the homicidal bitchin'

That goes down in every kitchen

To determine who will serve and who will eat

From the wells of disappointment

Where the women kneel to pray

For the grace of God in the desert here

And the desert far away:

Democracy is coming to the USA

Faith Restored

Don Hynes

In the dark of night
the restlessness of earth
must find accord;
in wind driven trees
the life force balances
between sky and root
and the rise and fall
of the sea in curling waves.
On the ancient altar
the priests of old
give themselves
to the tides of longing,
breathing in
the great unsettled,
breathing out
the calm of ages,
giving hope
to rich and poor
that weapons of distrust
be laid aside
and faith restored
in silent peace.

February 01, 2020