THE LONG ROAD

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 WILD KINGDOM – THE LONG ROAD

 

Life is a long road and we meet many

travellers along the way. We do plenty of dark

and twisted things in order to find satisfaction –

sexual satisfaction, that is.

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After several decades of messing about,

we come to a place where we dedicate ourselves

to the semi-chastity of marriage. Marriage is

a kind of communion with the One Who Is

Creating Us.

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Then when we get older, the sexual

interplay becomes less interesting.

Another marriage becomes all important.

That is the marriage between man and his

God ( and when I say man I mean woman

as well).

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Then when we have spent some

time in meditative sitting, we still

have questions. And we ask a

question of the void, we throw a

question into the Void.

And if we spend some time in

silence, quite to our surprise – an

answer comes.

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The answer comes

in a voice we know is not our own.

The other day I felt quite burdened

because of the Clifftop Writings. I had

spent years writing them, and I knew

that some of the writing was not

done in my own voice.

There were periods of time

when I was understanding the top

of the page, but my hand was

writing the bottom of the page,

words that I did not understood

as yet – words that I might never

understand.

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Because I was totally focused

on the Nag Hammadi Gospels,

my focus was also on the wisdom

of the Father, the Lord of Hosts,

the person the Gospels spoke of,

who was the invisible presence

upon the cliff with me. I knew

that it was He who was the one

who was finishing the

paragraphs.

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I have not read all of the Nag

Hammadi Library,

It is a great ocean of truths,

and at times excessive complexities,

which I did not swim across

entirely.

*

For that matter I have not read

all my own words, all that was

written in that holy place.

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Recently I thought I was

about to die. And my job

was not finished, not by a long

shot.

So I prayed to the Father,

the Lord of Hosts, the Lord of

Abraham and Jacob, the Lord of

Israel and Albion, the Lord of the

Meeting Rivers….

And I said, “I don’t want to die

and find that this book is lost,

because of the Grace that is in it.”

*

I got an answer about a day

later. The Voice said: “Grace is

not contained in any book; it

is the sole provenance

of the Lord.”

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Well, that was a relief.

But it also meant I had been

off course in my thinking. I

was getting too self-important

again.

*

I had forgotten

my own prayer:

“Without you I am nothing.

I am a husk only, an empty  vessel;

I have no strength but that which

you have given me, O Holy One,

God of gods, you who are

creating the world:.

Thank you for your gifts, thank

you for your Grace, thank you for

the strength you give to all of us.”

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The teachers have been saying

that God created the world. But this

is not correct. The world is being

created every minute, every second.

Change is an absolute.

And there is intelligence

at the heart of it.

 

 

 

(C)2016 by w.g.milne

 

 

 

 

 

TREES, ROAD, AND WOMAN

 

  1.  (Going clockwise from the left) Tree bathed in celestial

light, I call, “ILLUMINATION”, though I seem to have lost the top of the tree. 2. Young woman in Acapulco overlooks the bay.

3. Bright road painting called, “WILD KINDOM”.

 

(I have to publish this in order to send it so I’ll keep names

out of it. Hope all is well).

 

 

(C)2016 by W.G. Milne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COLOURS FOR THE DARK PART OF WINTER

STRAWBERRY ROAD                           WILDFLOWERS AND FIREFLIES

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Past The Second Reef”

 

 

 

 

 

Krista  said I’m the only person she knows that has a picture of himself on his living room wall. Well, this is true and the fact that I like that picture does not make me an unredeemable sociopath with psychotic tendencies… whatever anybody says, I don’t believe that shit -and I’ve spent several thousand hours with a psychiatrist – so I must know what I’m talking about, no?

I’m just kidding around – fun with paintings and fat brush drawings on the computer. I love colour! Cheers me up. Especially

in mid February when we can get  bummed out and whited out and

depressed by the darkness, colour can help. Helps me, anyway.

Fat brush drawing below is called, “Beyond the Second Reef”…

that’s how it feels to me.

I used to live by the ocean on the north coast of Jamaica. There were two reefs between me and the Cayman Trench. When snorkeling one time, I broke through the second reef and saw the massive, mountainside like steep drop into darkness that is the Cayman Trench.

I’ve limbed several mountains – one in the Rockies, one in Arizona, and one in Europe. But I had never seen anything like that massive steep slope into darkness. And it was a shock because I’d been following the ocean bottom about 30 feet below me.

Suddenly the ocean floor dropped into this deep slope – bigger than any mountain I had seen in my life. Scared the hell out of me.

I did a fast crawl back to the boat which was a few hundred yards

over towards the shore. And I climbed up over the side of the boat

in a hurry.

But the drawing of the 2nd reef is not about the dark menace below. It’s how the second reef felt above the water on a warm sunny day. Knowing there is a lot of ocean beyond.

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PADDY SAYS IT MOVES AT NIGHT

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The painting above was originally called, “On The Horns of a Dilemma.” I do believe I painted it when I was locked up somewhere. If you’re in the same room with it, it’s quite

intense. And if you’re high, forget-about-it! Paddy was staring at it for some hours one night, when he was in a “weird” state of mind.

I used to have this painting at the foot of my bed, but I had to move it.  Paddy’s right!

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This fun sketch below is called, “Mugga, Mugga, Mugga” and I have no idea why. I must have known at the time .

2. Paddy says it moves at Night;      mask from Cook Islands or Fiji

It occurred to me that maybe I talk too much, so I’m messing around with photographs and paintings to lighten things up.

MUGGA MUGGA MUGGA

SONG LYRICS, HN

 

Valley of death

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Yeah, it’s a new day

And a new age

And there’s a new book

And we turn the page

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The jouney started

A long, long time ago

Now it’s our turn

One more land to go

(alt: So join me on the road)

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BEYOND THE RIVER

THERE IS A DREAM

A DREAM THAT IS

REALITY

WHERE MILK AND HONEY

FILL THE STREAMS

LIKE THE LORD WITHIN ME

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Remember Daniel

In the lion’s den

Remember Samuel,

He knew where and when

Remember Jacob

His ladder to the sky

REMEMBER…you just might find why

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YOU WALK IN THE VALLEY OF DEATH

VALLEY OF DEATH

ALONE

YOU WALK IN THE WILDERNESS

IN THE WILDERNESS

FAR FROM YOUR HOME.

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Hi Gary. these are lines from one of my

“northern reggae” songs…. Thought you might like.

Hope all is well with you and yours,

Cheers,     Bill