Now is the time of the Prophet of Light’s return

Now is the time of the Prophet of Light’s return;
Zarathustra will bring this Age of Iron to an end.

Rama, prince of virtue crowned as the Solar King
will again slay the dark rapacious lord and fiend.

Now is the dawn of Prince Siddhartha on this earth,
whose blissful smile inspires the soul to shine within.

The avenger of tyranny’s rule is now the Christ
whose brightness routs the black legacy of sin.

The Prophet, heart cut out and washed in snow,
sings again his praise of Allah as the loving Friend.

Yes, all the Prophets have returned to bless our age
in the person of Meher, the compassionate Sun.

O Darvish, the Sun that rises in our hearts will shine
for seven hundred years until he takes birth again.

 

 

 

 

 

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An Open Letter to AMBPPCT re the “Memorial Spike” (4/20/2008)

An Open Letter to the Chairman and Board of Trustees of AMBPPCT;

About two years ago I had occasion to write the Trust on the subject of the MPR and the poor planning process represented in that building project. I made the observation that the Trust has a primary role in assuring that an architectural proposal is fully reviewed before being approved. My letter implied that the issue is not simply an occasion for the Chairman to approve a project but for the entire Board of Trustees to actively engage in the design and approval process so as to ensure the best possible outcome. I made the suggestion that the Board appoint a committee qualified to review such matters if the Board itself lacks the sufficient time or expertise to confidently do so.

Now I wish to make additional remarks about the same subject of Trust sponsored architectural work. I have recently learned that the Trust has approved plans for the Memorial Tower which Baba mandated. I find it unfortunate that the Trust would approve such plans without inviting wider participation in the design and selection process.

Why is there such a distrust of the creative possibilities in our own community? Have we become contemptuous of our own resources? Why would the Trust not invite proposals for the development of Meherabad, including architectural monuments such as the Memorial Tower, to be reviewed and debated by the appropriate committee or forum? Why should such important decisions be resolved peremptorily?

 

Sincerely, Bill Gannett                    04/20/2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The light of his eyes kindles in my heart a flame

The light of his eyes kindles in my heart a flame,
which I nurture with the breath of his holy name.

This body is the alembic from which spirit
rises and rises to condense and fall in shame.

Millions of times spirit rises to be released,
to become body yet again in earthly blame.

The Master’s fire forges the philosopher’s stone
by the breath that continuously breathes his name.

The Master’s touch is the compassionate grace
that frees spirit from the body’s ancient claim.

Try and try to remember again and again
that only because of love can you play this game.

O Darvish, do not give up your outrageous hope
that the despair of love will bless you all the same.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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An Introduction to God Speaks by Meher Baba

God Speaks was first published in 1955 but in the almost 60 subsequent years has not become a part of public discourse and debate. It is a virtually unknown work; yet it is the single most important cosmological and metaphysical treatise of our time.

It is a work that uniquely combines and develops the points of view of Vedanta and Samkya of the Indian philosophical tradition and which at the same time contextualizes the modern theory of evolution.  It does so from a narrative point of view based on the term sanskara, i.e. “impression”, which is the constituent basis of karma (the experience of identity through time).

Vedanta maintains the utter primacy and supremacy of Reality: atma (soul) and Paramatma (Oversoul) are one and the same, like a drop of ocean relative to the ocean itself.  Samkya, in detailing the relationship of Purusha- consciousness, to Prakriti- sanskaras, accounts for the conundrum of our “drop-soul” existence.

The brilliant theme of God Speaks is to account for Creation as God’s whim to know himself successively as stone, vegetable, worm, fish, bird and animal in order to attain complete consciousness in the human form so that, through the process of reincarnation, the involution (sublimation) of consciousness can result in the realization “I am God”.

Creation is  a process in which atma strives to realize its identity as Paramatma and thereby gives rise to the evolution of form through sanskaras working through the agency of the three bodies: the gross, subtle and mental bodies. These bodies in turn give rise to the three worlds: the gross, subtle and mental worlds.

The gross body refers to the physical form, the subtle body to the energy that animates the physical form, and the mental body to where all impressions, gross, subtle or mental are stored in seed form. Only the spiritually advanced are conscious of the higher bodies. Death is the disassociation of the subtle and mental bodies from the gross body and birth is the adoption by the subtle and mental bodies of a new gross body. Each life is the expression of formerly acquired sanskaras and, in the act of expressing these sanskaras, the simultaneous creation of new sanskaras that require expression in the subsequent life. What you pack into the suitcase of this life is what you live out of the next life, ad infinitum.

All of creation is one of several states of God based on sanskaras.  In short, it is sanskaras which give rise to 1) consciousness, 2) bodies- the vehicles for the accumulation, development and expression of those sanskaras, and 3) the worlds- the environment in which unconscious God progressively realizes himself as God through the agency of the bodies.

Creation is a process that evolves form and consciousness so as to involve greater and greater consciousness through repeated reincarnation- all of this over unimaginably long periods of time, until the drop-soul consciously identifies itself as the Ocean of infinite Knowledge, Power and Bliss! 

The text presented in God Speaks is simple and elegant but elaborately stated through crafted redundancy. The book presents charts and diagrams that cogently cross reference metaphysical terms from different traditions and which represent pictorially the theme of this masterful work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Magus does inspire

The Magus does inspire
the silence of desire
with a glass of his wine:
O heart of crystal fire!

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Bird, O bird sing your song

Bird, O bird sing your song;
cry O cry all night long
for the dawn’s petaled light:
the rose is our sweet King.

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The Prophet as the perfect Friend has come yet again

The Prophet as the perfect Friend has come yet again,
to bless with his sword of love the bliss of divine pain.

Long past is the honor of the Man perfect in praise
for glorious Allah; long past are his perfect days.

Now is the time for the Prophet of light and love
to rain down mercy and compassion from above.

Now is the time for the Prophet and his Companions
to reign again in our hearts as love’s champions.

He is the Man whose eyes bless all worlds with beauty,
and inspire remembrance as our sublime duty.

The sword of love swings again and all men must die
to all the many little gods and their pathetic lies.

O Darvish, may all your many wan and witless rivals
never pray nor beg for your bloody head’s survival!

 

 

 

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Wikidpedia: an encyclopedia of Babadumb. Guaranteed sanctity.

There is no more laughable doctrine than guaranteed sanctity. Yet this is the position of Sufism re-Reoriented of Walmart Creek. Il Duce was so enamored  of bureaucratic longevity, she sought to make the God-man promise a dynasty of saints that would last seven hundred years; spiritual fascism never gets better than this! Such is the pretension and ignorance of the frustrated but ever so ambitious wannabe.

Dynastic succession is perilous at best; what can one say about a lineage of saints? Nothing, nothing at all!  The spirit blows where (and when) it wills. You can’t buy such a lineage, even with the best credit! There is in fact no credit that can bank on this, and there is no amount of whining that can effect this. The best, the absolute best, one can do is remain utterly honest in pursuing the wish and will of the Master. And this means one must eschew the magician, the hypnotist, the one who compensates fatuously, for the search for His feet.

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Reply to censure

What the this, what the that;
don’t tell me I can’t spit
my raucous giggle-goo
at you, pompous and fat!

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Ghazal #55 from Ghazals For The Friend, by Bill Gannett

We are crying to our lord and master without peer:
all but his long curly hair is small and cheap beer.

We have lit a candle to his blazing presence,
and written many a ghazal about his essence.

We can’t help but sob a big puddle yet again:
whatever we have to say ruins paper and pen!

We have nothing at all to say that can exalt him;
our best praise bumps along like a bloody hymn.

We mumble to find a phrase that doesn’t quite snarl;
it turns out our loving is nothing but a quarrel!

We would shut up and forget all about such love-
if we didn’t think someone else deserved a shove!

To be sure, Darvish is inspired by two buck chuck;
but we have to say, all but the beloved bloody sucks!

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