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smelly wrote:You will have to take it up da Jesuz.

And here is some synchronicity.

“It was in the mist of the Tuatha de Danaan, the people of the gods   of Dana... came through the air and the high air to Ireland.”

—Lady Gregory: Gods and Fighting Men

They are warriors Dan.

“And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.”

—W.B. Yeats: The Hosting of the Sidhe

Creatures of imagination Dan?

I’d listen to the goat once in awhile Cy, the gods smile on me.

smelly wrote:I assumed you knew them actually and much more about it all than I.

And when I say gods I’m being poetic about elemental energy.

It was a synchronicity that I read those quotes right after I read an earlier post of yours.

I’m reading a book about the good people.

I don’t know what anyone else knows or doesn’t.

I see by their actions a little bit.

We lose something only communicating over long distances with online folks.

Thank you for the docs.

Anything on the good people

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal resounding in the wind. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and can understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have faith, that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I give all I possess to the poor, and surrender my body to the flames, [2] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4 Love is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love has no fear; it does not worry; love keeps no records of wrongs; never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

I want to live
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old

According to this theory, it was the theology espoused by Bernard of Clairvaux and the increasingly important Mariology that most strongly influenced the development of the troubadour genre. Specifically, the emphasis on religious and spiritual love, disinterestedness, mysticism, and devotion to Mary explained "courtly love". The emphasis of the reforming Robert of Arbrissel on "matronage" to achieve his ends can explain the troubadour attitude towards women.

Hey there, Georgy girl
Dreaming; of the someone you could be
Life is a reality, you can't always run away
Don't be so scared of changing and rearranging yourself
It's time…

Who's peekin' out from under a stairway
Calling a name that's lighter than air
Who's bending down to give me a rainbow
Everyone knows it's Windy
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smilin' at everybody she sees
Who's reachin' out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes
And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say, Brandy, fetch another round
She serves them whiskey and wine

It is that which you see before you—begin to reason about it and you at once fall into error. It is like the boundless void which cannot be fathomed or measured. The One Mind alone is the Buddha, and there is no distinction between the Buddha and sentient things, but that sentient beings are attached to forms and so seek externally for Buddhahood. By their very seeking they lose it, for that is:

If you missed the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two,
Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man in the moon
When you comin’ home, Dad
I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, Son
You know we’ll have a good time then

Yeah, I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more
I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road
I'm gonna ride 'til I can't no more

dan wrote:Cy,

You don’t know me...... not yet.  

You will.  

I come from the power of the One mind.  

I’m here to stop the music, as Scott suggests.  

We are only hearing echoes of the oldie goldies.........

The last song has already been written.  

Cy puts her ultimate faith in the Constitution, but the Constitution means nothing without the Declaration.......

When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

In relation to what I’m about to tell you, this is so much wishful thinking jotted down on a piece of paper.  

There is only one Source of all the power..... and the glory, for ever and ever.  

I claim to be representing the Source in an historically unique fashion as did the Two before me....... the Christ and the Buddha.  

I know you cannot possibly believe this, now, but the day of Truth has come, and you may mark my words.....

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal resounding in the wind. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and can understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have faith, that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I give all I possess to the poor, and surrender my body to the flames, [2] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4 Love is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love has no fear; it does not worry; love keeps no records of wrongs; never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Yes, the One mind has come at last, and appears to be speaking through me, while my breath remains.........

No, Cy, this is not an experiment, this is not a bottleneck.  This is the End.  Now you see the One, face to face.  

It’s all over, but the shouting........

I’m here to stop the music and turn off the lights........ in the best possible way.  

This is the disturbing Message that we have all been waiting for.  

This is the message from the Source, from the One mind.  

Scott, we have met the resisters of Love...... they are us.  

Agape is the Royal water that will erode every human barrier.  

When you weep, your tears will only abet the flood that is finally upon us.  

You needn’t bother to look for the Ark........ your portal awaits your most heartfelt wish.  


11.............

The marriage in Heaven is of Christ and Buddha....... I’ll be glad to officiate.  

These two have withstood the test of time as have none others.  

Yes, their love has been encrusted with so many scriptures, as with sticky notes, but their renegade love has shone through, down through the ages.  

Islam and Hinduism are the sticky notes.  Sticky notes, over the ages, only serve to conceal the core story....... the true heart.  

The Truth dissolves all words...... once the Logos, once the Wisdom is in place.  The Logos and the Wisdom are within and between persons...... wherever three of you are gathered.  

No, Cy, there is no paper that is worthy of this message.  

This message can only be written on the heart.  

You might as well take your paper and steel, and throw them on the slag heap, once you have come face to face with the Truth.

Perhaps not today, but tomorrow and tomorrow....... your jig is up..... I have your number.  

The rest of our time.........?  We’ll be rearranging the deck chairs on the titanic.  There are no rafts, but there are portals...... you just have to look around you....... the nearest heart is your portal...... it could even be your own.  

I want to live
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold

And I'm getting old

(cont........)

• I can tell you from experience you don't represent God.
  
• The last song as you call it has not been written
  
• Eschatology is BS
  
• You haven't the faintest idea where I put my ultimate faith be you're assuming I put it in the Constitution.
  
• You haven't actually heard a thing I've said since I rejoined this conversation per your post above.
  
• You obviously don't understand the Declaration of Independence or Nature's Laws and Nature's God relationship to a free state.
  
• The only person I see resisting love and rational thinking Dan is you.  Even Smelly has you beat on love despite his verbal contortions.
  
• The rest of your written malfeasance isn't even worth commenting on.
  

dan wrote:For once in your life, Cy, try speaking from your heart....... without bullet points....... without hyper links.  It would be a whole new terrain for you.  

DAN Putting words in Cy's mouth as usual. wrote:Also, Cy, you might want to stop making threats against the President...... and other people..... with your militias.  

Why can’t you stick to your own truth, without bashing others? 

It’s not quite as easy as it looks.  

Many are comfortable on the low road.  

Try the high road.  Do you know where it is?  

Oh, yes, and do you have any other authorities...... besides the tribal ones that you keep appealing to? 

News flash...... The time of the tribes has come and gone.  

We’re talking now about the Final Participation...... where the cancer transforms to the chrysalis....... and I’ll bet you have no clue.  

We have all the time in the world for you to figure this out. 

dan wrote:Cy,

Where DO you put your faith?

Can you just tell us this without haranguing us, please.