2020 Hindsight
A Pure Heart is a Passion-filled Heart
Uranda
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
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
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
