Until we learn to surrender to our own True SELF, we are like dead leaves in a swirl of waters. The carnal mind is death: a veritable coffin to all those lashed to it, that ultimately must plunge over the waters of Death's Niagra. This Coffin is the Ship of fools. The Captain is asleep, the steersman is drunk, the coxswain is in a swoon, the Navigator has forgotten his function, this veritable Titanic is on a collision course, full speed in a fog of it's own dogma and self deception from the high pulpits of the Captain's bridge. All his fine sermons are only rite of passage to DEATH. The cabins are carpeted in the plushest piles, the stewards are layed on, it is all silver service here, plush entertaining rooms abound,no greater ship has ever floated, none ever doubt the surety of reaching the promised land, as they all aboard the fastest liner ever made.

Not even that loud trumpet call to arms by Martin Luther, the message of salvation by faith, soaring as a Teutonic Sound, higher almost than all the other Latin notes, could bring man any closer to the promised land. The only sounds were noisy Divisions fuelling hatred and intolerance, and creating new coffers to be filled with gold and silver. The Ship of man's Religious endeavours was vastly reaching it's Plimsoll's line. Yet it constantly steams on, for every day queues line up to Board this ship of the Damned.

To follow freewill and claim one is Captain of one's own soul is the song of a born again Christian.
Only a fool for Christ, lashes himself to that which is despised and rejected of man, "a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief." Clinging to this "tender shoot out of parched ground" amidst the roaring oceans of those who seek to afflict and oppress Him, I too will not open my mouth.

Exultantly I fly. Like the ancient mariner over tumultuous words, tossed and flung through the foaming spray lashed to Abbas Mast, "a tender shoot out of dry ground." Along the endless shores of humanity, and endless time: I fly, crying the laughter of the Divine Fool for Christ, beneath the pale Autumn Skies of the northern hemisphere, and the bright blue ones of the Southern Spring.

Let us see the insincerity of thought, no matter how lofty they appear to be, and how apparent the solidarity of it's truths. Let us no longer receive stones for bread and scorpions for eggs. Let us fly on silent Wings into the silence, into the dark night this world fears, the inward Ocean Within that knows only the Light of Christ. Here no outward Sun arises and sets, for all is lit by God's Glory and by US His SON.

This is the World I see, when the nightingale sings her song at the break of dawn, swaying gently on her branch in the autumn breeze. I a fool for Christ, lashed to this singular dry shoot of Christ, am blind in ecstatic joys from the golden rays within me, as they pass outwardly over the worldscape, with gentle golden caresses, changing darkness into light, sleep into waking delight.

Then, I arise and pass over the hearth of the night's long dreams, shaking from my wings the sweet morning dew over all, laughing and laughing the Divine Cadences of a Brand New day. Such I hear in the echo of all God's Creation, even as the sap rises up with the warmth to the highest heights of the tallest trees. I an aging man can be young again forever in the first golden rays of God's Bountiless Provision, bathed in all it's liquid amber, even as a young mother who has laboured all night long bringing into a new day a still wet miracle, to suckle upon her breast. And she too, dreams the dream that is seen in the eyes of all new born babies. So does also the young lad who shivers over the presents beneath the Xmas Tree, dream the dream, so do young lovers behind closed doors dream the dream.

So too also the hermits in the forests, the gurus in their caves, the adept's in his practises, the mathematician, the inventor, the explorer, the artist, even the multitudes watching T.V.....all dream the dream. Yet it is all the Dream of Death. Yet I, on the Wings of death, fly exultantly and exuberantly into the boundless blue ether, laughing over and over the Divine Laughter, the tears of joy of Everlasting Life. No longer clothed by garments of death, but by His Glorious Robe I soar far above my earthly body, with all the Saints, in ever growing clouds we are gathering NOW, lashed to that tender shoot I rise and soar above the parched and dry ground of this world. I soar straight to the Living light, the Kingdom of Love through the door of my own heart.

No longer possessed with body, who can kill me? No longer with earthly possessions who can rob me? Without carnal mind, who can deceive me? Whether in the body or out of the body, I no longer CARE. Whether the hot Summers Blast comes and dries the dew drop of youth away, or as the hoarfrost blights the bloom, or as the Torrents bend the strongest trees, even as old age over powers youth, a sure defeat. I no longer care, for my cares are all swallowed up in Life eternal.

Once I thought as a child, did as a child did, but then the LIVING LIGHT CAME. Once as a child I could not understand how grown men, would crush under their bare feet grapes, bottle and ferment these juices and place them in beautiful glasses and drink with care as if they were tasting life's ambrosia itself. Then soon after speak differently and excitedly and perhaps even coming to blows. Perhaps this was the divine movement of a greater Truth to come, for such old wine is the wine of man's religion.

NOW is the Time for Holy Spirit, the restoration of all things into the Kingdom of Love of His Dear Son, a journey a rite of passage of no distance, where else could I go? All other paths lead away from Christ within. No longer outward bound, no eastern ho, nor western ho, but rather an INWARD HO. I utterly abandon all of this world, to gain the ALL of God's World. Trust and Obey Him, there is no other way, except the long and interminable bitter pills of the wilderness of this World. Surrender All to Him, your own True SELF. Only a New Skin, not the Old One can receive this New Wine from an unearthly hand.

Let this spark reach the powder keg of your little Ship, ultimately it will sink in the Ocean of this life so called. Do not lash yourself to a false mast to endure the Ravages of the storm, or perhaps you are just drifting in an ocean of self deception, refusing to see what is on the horizon. Yet you are in mortal danger, far better to wake up to what those saints are saying is happening NOW, rather than hearing the doctrines of men, such as a rapture, a coming judgement, a second coming, these are all event horizons that carnal mind has devised through it's clever stratagems, to stop you coming to the "present truth".

"Giving thanks to Abba, who HAS qualified US to share in the inheritance of the saints in LIGHT. Who HAS TRANSLATED US out of the Kingdom of Darkness INTO the Kingdom of His Beloved SON." Col.1:12&13. I can assure you this is a clear and present reality that can ONLY BE KNOWN NOW!

REmember you can only experience what you are not, what you are is forever yours and therefore cannot be experienced as there has never been an instant when it was not with you!!!!!!! Like Sirius says it is a RE - MEMBERING to CHRIST, there is only ONE begotten Son whom we all are in Wholeness "the One Loaf" as Paul describes it.
NOW this is not remembering Christ after the Flesh anymore, or a physical body resurrection. This is not the historical Christ returning again, nor all the historical saints, but rather the "sharing of the inheritance of the saints in LIGHT." The body is frozen light, but the resurrected body is LIVING LIGHT...no wonder so many christians are so cold to receiving this light, but let the fire of this living light burn within them, as it did at Emmaus.:hat