Hello, Cy, OMF II - Part 2

dan wrote:Clearly, hobbit, you are not a people person.  

Have you no clue about the Anthropic Principle?  

You would get on with the royals.  

This is what the arm wrestling is about.  

kairos wrote:Kronos and Kairos/Cosmos and Creation

“Every day I contemplate lovingly the inconceivable Star which burns my soul like ice, riddling me with light.”

With the help of Mercurius, I have completed my Magnum Opus. The marriage of heaven and hell has occurred here is all.

I write because I love to write the Name of Love.

My companions and friends here are my mirrors and have shown me myself, thanks. God as Nous is an experience, not a knowledge, not like anything personalized in religion. The philosophy and language of the Greeks is a showy empty noise of words. These sounds are not empty, but full of power said out loud from the heart.

We only know Creation by participating in the process of Creation. You are your own greatest creation.

Forgive yourself
Marry yourself
Be yourself whole in Creation

“Saint Paul said the Greek language distinguishes intelligently between the correct time, (as told by the clock) and the right time (as told by the heart) the former in other words is the quantitative aspect of time Kronos the latter is times qualitative aspect, Kairos. The Opus transforms Kronos into Kairos. Or, I could say, it is like time cutting into itself in order that the timeless may enter through the incision. Eternity is more than half in love with time. It expresses itself through Kairos, the rightness—the fullness—of Time, when the Moment becomes the doorway into Eternity.

Saint Paul does not speak of the world as cosmos but as Creation. Cosmos is the self-contained rational universe which science inherited from Greek philosophy. Creation is God‘s handiwork and we, as creatures, are part of it. Much confusion can be avoided by distinguishing between these two words. We are perfectly entitled to regard the world as cosmos, that is, as an object of cognition and theoretical understanding. We are not entitled to confuse cosmos with Creation, which cannot be an object of cognition. Creation can only be understood by gnosis which properly means ‘knowledge’, not in the sense of objective, cognitive, ‘scientific’ knowledge, but an experiencing, participatory knowledge. Notably, it signifies the knowledge men and women have each other in the biblical sense; and the knowledge that men and women have of God. Cognitive knowledge is secondary to gnosis as cosmos is secondary to creation.”

I write because I love to write the Name of Love.

All that has happened is the
Marriage of Heaven and Earth under Sky
I think Jimmy likes drifting

333

I am not the Ocean
I am not the Earth
I am not the Wind
I AM ALL of IT
Wrapped in FIRE

VIOLATION OF 3 DAY DISCIPLINARY BAN ERIC.

BOOM.  3 new days added to time out for creation of sockpuppet account.  
You may return Feb 13 2018.

Admin.

sockpuppetlove wrote:YOU ARE THE SOCK PUPPET YOU MUPPET

**MUAH**

JUST A SETUP FOR LOVE MUPPET

IT WILL BEGIN TO RAIN

LET GO YOUR PAIN

LET LOVE IN

Cyrellys wrote:WRT the Drones...the International Olympic Committee blocked the youtube.

Full Drones opening ceremony SHOW Korea Olympic Winter Games 2018 PyeongChang オリンピック2018平昌開会式
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VTO6ZfUiG98&feature=share#

They're claiming copyright.  Good example of how destructive copyright laws are.  

Ackbar wrote:This poem came to me a couple months ago as I was meditating on Our Lady, the Queen of Heaven.

A life of learning has left me longing still for something more.
So gripping the distraction that knowledge gives today.
For all the books in all the world can nay but lead astray
from understanding truth in form that deep with me lay.

When particles are torn apart entangled journeys will embark.
Time and place though try they will, cannot divert collision still.
For when the stars above align then Miryam, her grace sublime, will point the way towards the light
and drive away the bitter knight, leading to eternal life.

I come now to a place that’s dim seeking for a flame within
to burn away my weathered skin, born again through my own shadow.
I leave behind the chains of ego, renewed, an empty vessel.
Powerless I came to be then grace her love has set me free.

What once was real is now a dream and dreams they have no boundaries.
What is my role? Who am I now? Am I the dreamer in the castle? I pray I’ll have the love to fill this boundless mantle.
What splendid rapture comes at dawn once through the fires I have come.
And now I set my sails t’wards a place of beauty, shangri la, within the company of Royalty.