Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife
And so the vision opens…
And a vista undreamed Greets my All-Seeing-Eye Beneath me a broad plain lies Verdant with life forested hills And river valleys Small collections of huts Smoke rising in the early evening crimson The sounds of life lived of children playing Mothers talking fathers laughing Men and women loving hating Awakened to the ever-present Now
Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife
Leading down from my vantage point A path diverges Split in twain presenting me with The choice of a Lifetime Joy rises from the center of me Lifting me up on wings of light and sound I am suddenly aware of the possibilities
Then suddenly I am bereft Left to my own devices Darkness surrounds My heart beating an ever-present Reminder that Love lifts us all Causes us all to stand tall
Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife
Born in Triple-Darkness Etheric spirals mark this Form and Substance As Mind, Body and Soul achieve trance Rising unto the Right bearing witness to The reality of God's Light The Golden Mean sight unseen Ra's Eye open birth of the Black Queen Truth repetitively spoken Hark unto these Words Visions Hallucinations seen and heard Hope and doom selfish decisions Born in the gloom of brooding Storm clouds towering heavenly Traversing dales between lightning-split vales And God speaks from the Manger As the thunderous roar of His anger Denounces dangerous misspoken lore Ash soot and lies stain sorrow-washed skies While volcanic peaks cast brimstone And fiery tears elicit death-wrapped moans Which nature eternally condones
Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife
A paroxysm of orthodoxy shatters the illusion Consciousness burgeons Opening the door between worlds Cracked street lights shining broken light On broken dreams Angels trying to fly with broken wings City nights hide the Devil’s delights As the Heavenly Chorus sings
Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife
God weeps and fears gain sentience As soul-aching tension Creation Become momentary sins unspun Rapturous ascension signals The damnation of the Unmentioned Yet still tribulations kill Decimating most Seven Times Seven Minds And the Heavenly Host trumpet Seven kinds of Hell on Earth Prophets witness the birth of the new day And a new way of thinking speaking being Of drinking eating seeing Bless the Angel's Way as Sebek's Nation of Setians bay In anticipation true emancipation Lies at Death's crossroad Legba's pride revealed in the Bible-Code Triple-Darkness once more beckons Incarnate Word vibing sessions mark The path toward God And death leads to The Triumvirate Holy Synod YEquals Self God
Charge it to the game We’re in it just the same The only way through life Is with both pain and strife
And so the vision opens…
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Reviewed on February 7, 2006
As the thunderous roar of His anger
Denounces dangerous misspoken lore
Thanks, Mark! Illuminating piece. It reminds me of a quote from my favorite philosopher: "Prayer," says Alain, "is when night descends over thought." "But the mind must meet the night," reply the mystics and the existentials. Yes, indeed, but not that night that is born under closed eyelids and through the mere will of man—dark, impenetrable night that the mind calls up in order to plunge into it. If it must encounter a night, let it be rather that of despair, which remains lucid—polar night, vigil of the mind, whence will arise perhaps that white and virginal brightness which outlines every object in the light of the intelligence.
. . . Albert Camus
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
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Denounces dangerous misspoken lore
and YES God
Lovely! Masterful! I love you
:)
a true craftsmen.... zechariah 1:20-21
. . . Albert Camus
"charge it to the game
We’re in it just the same
The only way through life
Is with both pain and strife"
Well done, Mark!
" ... The only way through life
Is with both pain and strife ..."
Very deep, I had to read it again to really absorb it. A really wonderful write!
God bless, Mark!
Sandie.
Eileen
Take care,
Sherry
"We’re in it just the same
The only way through life
Is with both pain and strife "
Love Tinka
Is Pain And Strife...
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