Phantasmagorical

Phantasmagorical-Exploring Surrealism

Green dancing frogs 

Through the luminescence fly

Birthing and bellowing

A deep Celestial Sigh..............

Green Giants, Red Dwarfs

Fringe my vision in hypersonic

Engulf me within this dancing array..

Should I take this tonic...?

Phantasmagoric dew drops

Float from inner space

Filling up my eyeballs

Put me in my place

Looking to the West 

The Corn Maize flows down and around

If you're really into it

You will hear the sound

Steadying the universe

With my fingertip

Gonna let the purple flow

And flow up to my lip

Green energy flowing down

Encircling my legs in vine

Blue light shoots from my head

Does light the eternal sky

Surreal is my dream

as I watch the time fly by

Do you really know what we seek

Up in the Southern sky

Druidry

Druidry is not a complicated path.  It may not even be a path.  Appreciating it involves re-orienting oneself so that one can approach the mysterious, the feminine, the Arts, both aesthetic and esoteric, in a way that allows
us to let go of our assumptions and presumptions about life and instead carries us, as in a Druid Ceremony, around the circle of our life toward the still point at the center of which is both our True self and the Divine Source.  -- Philip Carr-Gorman

The Buddha

“Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not
believe simply because it has been handed down for many
generations. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken
and rumored by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is
written in Holy Scriptures. Do not believe in anything merely on the
authority of Teachers, elders or wise men. Believe only after careful
observation and analysis, when you find that it agrees with reason
and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all. Then accept
it and live up to it.” ~~Buddha

Into the Forest Green

Sitting in the darkness
Coffin lid slammed shut
Screaming at the top of my lungs
But no one can hear

All of this is lies
Filling up your head
Religion and opium numbs you
So nothing else is said

I tell you...you are free
I tell you..you are free
Living in the past
Of someone else's decree

Walk out of your darkness
Into the forest green
And you will find your true Lover
She will greet you in the trees

Yes, Greet you in the trees
Ancient groves and rock hewn rings
Dancing in the darkness
Beneath the silver moon filled sky

We are one with Nature
There is no divide

Entombed in your own sin
You made up in your head
Just let it all go
In the silence, you'll hear it said

Dance with me, yeah dance with Me
I will show you the path..to Ecstasy
Togetherness and Love
No shame filled hearts

Just Humans being Humans
It's where it all starts
Afraid to be yourselves
But you know it in your hearts

She has a thousand names
But I know Her as one
Searching deep into my heart
Mother on my lips..and She says "Son"

SACRED PRAYER

Thank you O' Wonderous and Creative God,
Who in thy Wisdom hath planted Thy Sacred and Divine herbs, fungi, and cactus upon this Earth.


Lord, Please protect thy peasant workers as they pick thy coca and support theirs families with thy daily bread.  May You increase their harvest and protect the men and women who bring it to America so that we may drink our Coca-Cola and fill the nostrils and crack pipes of all your people across America.

Thank You, O'God, for Thy wonderously Divine mushrooms, cacti and roots that you planted all upon the earth that enable us to truly transcend ourselves and see You.  Protect them as they grow from the tyrants upon the earth who desire to extinguish Thy Wisdom.

Lord God, protect thy peasant growers in Mexico who grow Your sacred weed, marijuana, although persecuted and martyred in the last 50 years, may their blood cry out and protect those who risk their life and limb so that we may taste thy sacred, noble weed and know that You are Good.

I thank You, O'Lord, that although the enemy spends trillions of dollars to stop the spread of thy wisdom, he/she also spends trillions of dollars to gain a piece of thy sacred wisdom and in this, I am satisfied.

May Mary of Guadalupe continue to protect my brown brothers and sisters and may You, O'Lord, fill their countries with a flush of American dollars that they may arm themselves in protection from the evil tyrant who persecutes them.  May You hide and protect their routes from the eyes of the enemy and Lord, May Thy Glorious Divine wisdom be spread about Thy earth and heavens.

Amen

Hear the Song

Swirling mass of burning light
Triple Monad in delight
Creation force eternally sustains
Into the drops of my Father's rain

Universal harmony I do hear
A symphony of stars and planets steer
Singing out...Let it be
We are alive and sing the song

Forgetting the sound of the eternal song
I run to the comfort of that five sided fistagon
Forging my weapons
To subdue my own brothers and sisters

By blood and might I take the land
In blindness I make my stand
The earth does tremble, the earth does tremble
As my bombs burst and destroy all 

To the brink of rabid dublicity
I destroy what I love in simplicity
Face to face I stand with my enemy
And all I can think is to Kill, is to Kill

Wake up, Wake up, Wake up!
Before all is lost
This is our Father's world
And His song cries out in the throbbing heartbeat of Love

In the cave of darkness deep
I find the crystals where the song does keep
Cast them out from the castle wall
And they cry out with the eternal song

Love one another
Have compassion for one another
Beat your swords into plowshares and your spears into pruning forks
And love Me.......for we are One

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiNBmNl88Pk

Musings on History

When one begins to study history, one thinks that there is a set body of information that you can read all of and grasp the depths of understanding, yet history is basically an illusion made up of stories and myths that change as soon as we discover something greater to expand our knowledge, which in turn, reshapes our world view and understanding of many things.  Basically, if you study deep enough you will find that we truly know very little about our past and what we do know is in a constant flux of discovery and rediscovery. Yet, so much is lost, waiting to be rediscovered and reawakened.  Each new discovery truly changes everything and we have to weed through the fact that most of recorded history is accounted to the Victors of each great physical, intellectual, and Spiritual battle and we are left to sift through the dust of these battles and find out what really happened and how did we get from that moment to now.  So, in other words the quest to understand history is not some place we finally arrive but it is a quest of epic proportions that will encompass your entire life.  If you are set in your desire to study the past be ready to be broken millions of times, mentally, spiritually, psychologically, as you walk upon your journey of discovery, you will be remade, reshaped many a times over.  You must get beyond the fear of launching off into uncharted territory and beyond the fear of the fact that you really do not know as much as you think you do, but I do believe that each of us have in our heart's the deep questions;  Where do I come from?  Who am I? and where am I going?  and it is this trinity of questions that fuels our quest.

If they say to you, 'Where do you come from?' Say, 'We come from the light;  the place where the light first came into being...' If they say to you, 'Who are you?'  Say, 'We are the children of the light and we are the chosen of the Living Father.' If they ask you, 'What is the sign of your Father in you?  Say to them, 'Movement and rest'


Peace, Tim