WAS I WRITING THE NEW TESTAMENT?

THE DAILY RANT

Jesus said:   “Why did you come here,
                     to see a reed shaken by the wind? 
And to see a man clothed in soft garments?
See, your kings and great ones are
those who are clothed in soft garments
and they shall not be able to know
the Truth.”
                     “Do you seek for the treasure
which fails not, which endures, 
there where no moth comes near
to devour and where no worm
destroys. Then come out in the desert
and see Me. I am the Light that is
above them all, I am the All, the All
came forth from Me and the All attained
to Me. Cleave a piece of wood: I am there.
Lift up a stone and you will
find Me there.”
            “Find that one Pearl of true
Wealth, and sell all else.”
            “Solitary are the ones
who will enter the Bridal Chamber.”

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INCREASING FOCUS in a world where WE TALK TOO MUCH

INCREASING FOCUS IN A WORLD FULL OF DISTRACTIONS

 

 

 

 

Friday, December 22, 2017

INCREASING FOCUS… in a world where WE TALK TOO MUCH

        The animals don’t talk so much, so a dog’s focus can be better than ours.
          
        You don’t have to build a hut on the top of a cliff, but it worked for me. The important thing is to imbue your Mind, heart and soul
in silence.

        Silence is the greatest doctor of all.

        The other great doctor is laughter. And once you’ve had a whole lot of silence, you’re
going to need the laughter.

         So we’re at the stage where we have to
teach our monkey-like mind to focus. We can’t just stare at the Eye of the cosmos, because we don’t know where that Eye is yet.

         So once again we’re looking for a statement that is difficult to understand,
 yet something that compels our intelligence.
         Here is one such statement that I’ve worked with for years:

 

BEFORE ABRAHAM WAS, I AM.


        Focus on this statement with all your heart and soul and Mind, and you will have a breakthrough.
        No one can tell how long it can take. It’s a matter of passion, the action of no-action, determination, and the  need to answer the question.

        My question was something like – “How can beauty and ugliness be two sides of the same coin?”
         If you’re looking for the answer, you can find your own question.

          Make sure there are no intellectual handles to it… nothing the  ‘philosophical-
rational’  mind can wrestle with. That would be a distraction.

          We’re learning about focus, not distraction. We have too many distractions.

           Imagine the sound of a heavy ball-peen 
hammer hitting a steel anvil. The hammer is swung by a strong, muscular man who knows exactly what he wants to hit.

          This is the kind of sound we want. Or imagine the sound of a heavy, well-built bell
ringing in the core of your Mind.

                     
                               *


          (I want to build just such a bell on the cliff-top. I want the bell to announce the miracle of the Nag Hammadi find.)


           BEFORE ABRAHAM WAS, I AM.






(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

FAIRY GRAIL



fairy grail




there are horrendous
negative influences
in my life
dwarfs and gnomes
who wish me ill
*
I heard the owl
call my name
the owl said:
“run! the bad 
queen is after you
not to mention
the police!”
*
I didn’t feel 
like running
so instead I went
to the Paradise
bar and grill
and there
dreamed
dreams
*
my sister too
had joined the
evil horde
for a time her
mind was taken
over by darker
forces
*
hate and rage
echo down the
halls reverberate
against walls
*
I put on my science
shoes and step upon
the immaculate
deception
*
see visions of
primordial truths
nobody
knew

*
o   o   o

*
what do I do
with this jewel
I bring back from
the nightstream?
*
the rulers and their
daughters are asleep
or at the
hairdressers
or purchasing
this year’s
auto…
*
the chapel of the
night was dark
the skulls
frightening until
you saw their
infinite carved
beauty
*
Miranda gave her
song to me
and whispered
“sing it!”
*
I passed on
through the woods
and saw
the ruined
castle
*
drank the cup
by the evergreen
and tasted the
meanings
*
took the fisher
from his boat
and served him
breakfast
*
saying:
“here these
are oranges from
the south and 
lemons from the
east here are
mushrooms from the
grove and words
from the
deep”
*
I burned a
knife hot and
cauterized his 
wound
*
shot the dragon
of the night
with an
arrow
*
saw pure
motionless light
in the chapel
*
took his daughter’s
hand and
kissed
it
*
went north to
the new land
and stayed there
with the
children
of the bay.

*




       * * * * * * * *


(C)1980-2017 by W.G. Milne


Saturday, December 16, 2017

I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY PLACE

I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY PLACE

  *     

       This is not an enlightened view, or maybe it is… My thinking is that you should get plastered every month or two, at least once.
        It blows out the tubes and clarifies the situation… Ho! Ho!  You know that mad clarity that comes after a 3 day bender?  You can see for miles. But don’t make any important decisions… Because you’re still loaded.
        There are tests and signs, but who cares.
You know when you’re blasted to the gills. No one needs to tell you.  You won’t listen anyway.

        There are different kinds of trips. I just took one into the great beyond.

        Whatever doesn’t blow out half your brain 
cells, makes you stronger.   

        Notice I didn’t say,’makes you smarter’… And with good reason.

         I like to write when I’m hungover because I don’t take myself so seriously. It’s hard to take yourself seriously when there’s a pounding in your head that sounds like someone’s knocking on the door.  And at the end of the dark hallway here… there’s a red EXIT sign.    I know very well it was not there before.

        

      I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY  PLACE








* I’ve always liked this expression. It used to make me
laugh until I woke up this morning and it was true.



(C)2017 BY W.G. Milne

FAREWELL, MY LOVELY

FAREWELL, MY LOVELY

I have spent too much
time in the south, the harbour
town, where commerce is
queen; and the populace
dances to her wishes…
*
O Babylon, the great
what a bitch
you have been!
*
and I, in your lap,
some sort of sorry
servant, to do your
bidding, as the gulls
call
*
and the crows of the 
north, carrion birds
they call me, too…
to the ultimate freedom
*
freedom is where you are
freedom is a good car
and I drive
just fine
*
I have driven past
all my relationships
seem strangely tinged
with the hue of time
like faded photographs
*
each time I say hello
to an old friend
I feel that I am
saying goodbye
*
I am going to some
new place
where I have always
been
beyond the river
where pines echo
in the wind.
 
*
 
(C)May 5/85 by W.G. Milne
      Jamestown Restaurant 

RED LADY

RED LADY

 

I hold her by her crimson

     hips

she sits on me

facing my feet

*

she is a red road disappearing

into the jungle bushes

of Mozambique

a red road that is

infinite pleasure

she dissolves into me

my member dissolves into her

red road

 *

the jungle is deep

and undulating.

 

 

(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

 

 

((NOTE:  add painting image))

 

 

WAITING IN LOVE FOR AGES – song lyrics

WAITING IN LOVE FOR AGES – song lyrics




G                           Em
I’ve been waiting in love for ages
C                                         D                    G
But you don’t… you just don’t come up

Yeah, waiting in love for ages 

But ya just don’t — ya just don’t come up



Now you paid me a little visit, lady,
So I could show my love
And you held out five fingers, baby,
So I would kiss your glove

7Em                           3C
And when I hear you shout
7Em                      3C
When I hear you cry out           HOOK
C                 D                 G
Let’s do it all over again!
C                 D                 G
Let’s do it all over again!


I will walk the streets with flowers for you
We’ll see the dawn come in
I’ll take you  to Paris, Lady,
Your favourite restaurant by the Seine

I’ve been waiting in love for ages
But you just don’t, you just don’t come up
I see you across this smokey  room
Still you just don’t, you just don’t come up


I wanted to love you, sweetheart,
You said I wasn’t man enough
I said I’d love you like a woman
But you wanted sterner stuff

And now we’re lying in the dawn
And I find we can get it up
So I gave you a rose at breakfast
And I bought you your favourite book

Hook—And when I hear you shout
When I hear you cry out
Yes, when I hear you shout
Let’s do it all over again!

I said I’d take you travelling
But I don’t get around so much
We didn’t go to Paris
So I took you to the bush

And now I see you’re holding (7Em)
My promise in your hand
When promises are honey
And we’re walking in the sand

Orion now is rising
By the red eye of the beast
Aphrodite and the hunting dogs
Are dancing in the east

And now when I hear you shout
Yeah, when I hear you cry out
Yes, now as I hear you shout
Let’s do it all over again!




(C)2017 by W.G. Milne



This is a song I haven’t recorded yet but I can hear it
in my head.