Today the great house lays in ruble. Organized religion has lost almost all credence to scrutinizing eyes and man wanders without guidance as Cain wanders the land of nod, longing for death but never to meet it for his enemies fear him and the blasphemous mark upon his forehead.
But so what if the house has burned? I too was there, fanning its flames according to the light bringer's will, watching its dominion of hegemony turn to ash and ruin.
And this whole topic reminds me of something Dr. Sexson said that, despite my admiration, I had to disagree with.
He said that most of us are 'untrained' in spirituality, that like the Israelites, we are in a strange land (Babylon) and cannot offer our best up to our Gods because we do not know where to find them.
In the book of Thomas, as I have already shown, Jesus says to his disciples that (and I'm paraphrasing here) "the kingdom of heaven is not some place I can point to, rather it is all about you and you do not see it."
As we wander in our expulsion from all the traditional kingdoms, here in the land of Babylon, or Nod, there is confusion and pain, but let it never be said that we are not initiated into the mysteries, its only that, as modern, secular Americans, we have had to initiate ourselves.
I HAVE been, for a few moments at a time, in very close companionship with god. And though she is yet to take me as Yahwey took Enoch, I await that moment and set aside time for this invocation nearly every day.
I have seen the kingdom swirling in blood red clouds of a shivering winter sunset, among the veiny tomatoes of my fruitful garden, plowed by the sweat of brow, or in the hidden cave on Frog rock, adorned with crystals, dank, cool atmosphere, circling bats and the childish drawings of the elders etched in crayon upon the cave walls.
Here, as everywhere the mind resides, the self can be absorbed into the stream, that vein of the sacrosanct.
It isn't the nation, the tradition, or the real estate people fight and die over, but the mind upon which all spiritual matters are hinged. Buddha, another light bearer, said to do away with all mindless tradition, and this is why I rejoice in great house's destruction. It only meant the tyranny of an initiated few anyway. Even the Bible says we do not need any training, but Jesus proclaims uninformed children to be the very basis of the kingdom, 'suffer the children to come unto me.' ANd in Exodus 20:25 it says "And if thou wilt make me an altar of stone, thou shalt not build it of hewn stone: for if thou lift up thy tool upon it, thou hast polluted it."
All the travails of the traditional ways were perhaps useful tools to receive divine inspiration, but not without the proper mindset behind it. This is no new finding.
Sexson spoke of this as the mental maneuver required to make the genealogies, "hum, glow with life!" And in classes past, as the ecstatic experience of taking normal life, lead, and seducing from it its inner gold.
Again, I leave you with a quote from Infernal Metal band Behemoth.
"Be it not so!
Thou shall see me not in agony
failure was and is no option
'tis my undying self
the ever wandering son ov the morn
abandoned, yet never to be conquered
I nevermourn, I never look back
as long as Thy phosphoric rays
grant me more pleasure than pain
I, who is evil can receive no good
though I still crave, I'm yearning for
Thy healing touch ov grace...
pain is timeless
when I question the laws ov god
drowned in everlasting confusion
caress my hate against the mob
be it not so!
Thou shall see me not in agony
failure was and is no option
'tis my undying self
the ever wandering son ov the morn
abandoned, yet never to be conquered
the opponent!
my life's work is complete..."
So let the kingdom be dragged forever down to the earth, void of shame, let us not mend the rocks, nor loathe our inadequacies. Rather let us find the vein of sanctity flowing through all things, and through this allow the most mundane to be lifted on high.
"My words fly up to heaven, my thoughts remain below" -Claudius
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