Thursday, July 25, 2013
SHORT OFFICE OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
Come Creative Spirit, visit the hearts of your followers, fill them with the Grace from Above: these hearts which you have created. You are called the Consoling Spirit, the gift of God Almighty, the source of Living Water, the Divine Fire, the Charity, the invisible Unction of Souls.
Come then, with your Seven Precious Gifts, You who are the finger of God, You who are the Supreme Subject of the Father’s Promise, You who place His Word on our lips. Light up our Spirits with your Light, embrace our hearts with Your Love and, sanctify at all times our frail flesh.
Banish from us the Spirit of Temptation, fill us with unfailing peace, be Yourself our guide so that we may avoid that which would be prejudicial to our salvation. Teach us to understand the Father, teach us to understand the Son and Yourself, Spirit of the Father and of the Son, ever be the object of our Faith.
That is why Glory in all cycles be to God the Father, to the Son, resurrected from among the Dead, and to the Holy Spirit. So be it. Lord, please send your Spirit and all will be created, and You will renew the face of the Earth.
Oh God, who reads all hearts and who knows all troubles, Spirit of Light and of Love, pour down upon me, I beseech You, the fullness of Your gifts, for all are necessary to me and I cannot choose.
Give me the Spirit of Wisdom, which makes me view things according to their true value and not according to the judgment of the world but according to Yours, Lord. May I repeat with Solomon: Since my early years I have loved Wisdom and I have chosen it to be my companion in my life. I have preferred it above all that is most splendid in this world, and I thought that riches were nothing to the price of such a jewel. All good things have come with It, and in my pains and my sorrows, it has always been lily consolation and my joy. (Proverbs VIII)
Give me also the Spirit of Intelligence which enlightens me in the knowledge of the Scriptures and of the great eternal truths. And that which attracts the Spirit of Intelligence into the Soul is faith and modesty. Faith which submits in order to understand better, and humility which readily recognizes its ignorance.
Give me the Spirit of Counsel which lights up the way to Heaven and prevents me from getting lost like the foolish traveller taking an unknown road without a guide.
Give me the Spirit of Knowledge which teaches me that the knowledge of salvation is the only necessary one, the only one that no human science can do without.
Give me the Spirit of Strength which does not leave me so weak after the slightest effort, so feeble when I have to obey rather than do as I will, to work when I have not the slightest desire to do so, and to conquer myself when the Holy Rule of God orders me to.
Give me the Spirit of Piety which gives my heart a filial attraction towards God, and which makes serving Him pleasant and easy.
Give me the Spirit of Fear, filial fear which, mingled with respect and love, makes me carefully avoid everything which could displease God, our Father.
Oh, precious Gifts, whose excellence I have learned to know, see how my soul calls You with confidence and opens itself to You with love. Holy Apostles who, on the day of Pentecost did receive the gifts of the Holy Spirit, grant us, with some of the same graces, a fidelity similar to that which was yours so that, believing all that you have received and passed on, practicing the works which were yours, living and dying within this Church which you have founded, we may share with you, O Holy Apostles, the blissful reward of Heaven.
So be it.
Monday, October 22, 2012
The Sapience of Sin
Wisdom is elaborated with the sapience of sin,
and the vertigo of the Absolute.
Oh defeated Magdala!
Thy withered lips due to too many kisses,
also know how to love....
Therefore, I love Thee,
fallen woman,
I die for Thee,
no matter what they say.
I like dancing and thy love.
Alas! Woman do not leave me,
for I die for Thee.
Alas! Woman do not leave me,
for I only love Thee.
The forbidden fruit makes us gods.
Thy delectable words of love,
and thy grave oaths,
are like the fire of the roses,
and like those delectable moments
which no one knows of...
The greatest angels
were always devils
from great Bacchanalias;
they enjoyed the lips of love,
they sung the song of songs...
Red roses are better than white,
because they have the sapience of sin
and the vertigo of the Absolute,
and because they have wept a lot,
a sweet Nazarene has forgiven them....
Temptation is the mother of sin,
and the pain of sin is the sapience.
Christ loved she who had wept much,
and said to her: “Woman, I forgive Thee,
for Thou hast loved much...”
The most divine Gods
are those who have been more human;
the most divine Gods
are those who were Devils.
Chant! Oh Beelzebub, chant thy song,
Chant! Oh Beelzebub, a chant of love.
Woman, thou art a rose of passion,
Thou hast a thousand delectable names,
yet, thy true name is love...
I want to fasten laurels to thy temples,
I want to kiss thy lips with love...
I want to tell Thee rare things,
I want to tell Thee intimate things,
I want to tell Thee everything,
within the perfumed room of mahogany.
I want to tell Thee everything in starry nights.
Thou art the star of Dawn,
Thou art the light of Aubade...
Thy breasts pour honey and venom,
and the liquor of the female
is a liquor of Mandrake.
It is a summit, an immensity, a fire.
It is the ardent and adored flame,
through which one enters into heaven...
Sunday, August 21, 2011
The Rosicrucian Fellowship Prayer
Not more of Light we ask, O God,
but eyes to see what is
Not sweeter songs, but ears to hear
the present melodies
Not greater strength but how to use
the power that we possess;
Not more of love, but skill to turn
a frown to a caress
Not more of joy, but how to feel
Its kindling presence near;
To give to others all we have
of courage and of cheer.
No other gift, dear God, we ask,
but only sense to see,
how best the precious gifts to use
we have received from Thee
Give us all fears to dominate,
all holy joys to know;
To be the friends we wish to be,
to speak the truth we know
To love the pure, to seek the good,
to lift with all our might,
All souls to dwell in harmony
In freedom's perfect light.
but eyes to see what is
Not sweeter songs, but ears to hear
the present melodies
Not greater strength but how to use
the power that we possess;
Not more of love, but skill to turn
a frown to a caress
Not more of joy, but how to feel
Its kindling presence near;
To give to others all we have
of courage and of cheer.
No other gift, dear God, we ask,
but only sense to see,
how best the precious gifts to use
we have received from Thee
Give us all fears to dominate,
all holy joys to know;
To be the friends we wish to be,
to speak the truth we know
To love the pure, to seek the good,
to lift with all our might,
All souls to dwell in harmony
In freedom's perfect light.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Who Am I?
Who Am I? I asked myself that question and waited in silence until I heard and this is what I dictated.
I am the searcher of information. A beachcomber in the sea of reflection. Often the fool of perception. Chorus of the angels – the voice of the unmanifested. Listener of the repetitive word who am I? I am the silence between the words.
I am the father the gift of life. The traitor in the dark – hidden behind a rock. The knower, The perceiver the great reality – I am.
The dark crevices expanded by light. The unseen observer. Weak and wounded warrior. Listening to the will of the one that is greater. In turmoil letting go – of what it once attached.
Hidden in obscurity. Silence of profundity, The knower sees the assumed wise. Feels compassion but it knows that all that assumed needs to be destroyed.
Silence... descriptive words of the time present tries to describe the details of what am I. Calm abiding, enduring, giver of life. The mind can't decide who it is I or it? The personality attached, the duality attracts to both ends. In muddy water we stand and I Am vanishes in the middle way between the cracks and crevices. From within these the light shines. Lets debrief.
Mind races backwards to describe the experience of what was present and it feels different - nothing is present that wasn't already there but a feeling resides of something left from what was.
Shine ball of light, I look past the light and nothing is really there?!? It would be easy to purport that I am merely light that shines. Cloaked with a body that was sown together with a dark thread. I'm a seamstress replacing the dark thread with the light.
I am the searcher of information. A beachcomber in the sea of reflection. Often the fool of perception. Chorus of the angels – the voice of the unmanifested. Listener of the repetitive word who am I? I am the silence between the words.
I am the father the gift of life. The traitor in the dark – hidden behind a rock. The knower, The perceiver the great reality – I am.
The dark crevices expanded by light. The unseen observer. Weak and wounded warrior. Listening to the will of the one that is greater. In turmoil letting go – of what it once attached.
Hidden in obscurity. Silence of profundity, The knower sees the assumed wise. Feels compassion but it knows that all that assumed needs to be destroyed.
Silence... descriptive words of the time present tries to describe the details of what am I. Calm abiding, enduring, giver of life. The mind can't decide who it is I or it? The personality attached, the duality attracts to both ends. In muddy water we stand and I Am vanishes in the middle way between the cracks and crevices. From within these the light shines. Lets debrief.
Mind races backwards to describe the experience of what was present and it feels different - nothing is present that wasn't already there but a feeling resides of something left from what was.
Shine ball of light, I look past the light and nothing is really there?!? It would be easy to purport that I am merely light that shines. Cloaked with a body that was sown together with a dark thread. I'm a seamstress replacing the dark thread with the light.
Friday, March 21, 2008
White is the symbol for purity
In ceremonies, it is given as the color of spirituality. Since the ancients taught that we are already pure, they laughed at the teachers who advocated penitence and self-mortification as spiritual methods. They said: “We are already holy. Why struggle to become something we already are?”
The masters of penitence argued that we need to refine ourselves; to cleanse away disgusting desires to arrive at the pure soul inside.
The ancients replied: “If a prince dresses in different clothes, does that change the fact he is a prince? You are already sons of God. Why be so stupid as to obscure yourself when you were born complete?”
The masters of penitence declared: “Humans are evil. Humans are filled with greed. Even the innocent child is corrupted in this ocean of suffering. Let us practice holiness, so that we can return to the pure state.”
The ancients only smiled and said: “If we take up a stone and rub and rub, can we make it into a diamond?”
“Not if it wasn’t a diamond to begin with,” the masters of penitence admitted.With that, the ancients walked away.
The masters of penitence argued that we need to refine ourselves; to cleanse away disgusting desires to arrive at the pure soul inside.
The ancients replied: “If a prince dresses in different clothes, does that change the fact he is a prince? You are already sons of God. Why be so stupid as to obscure yourself when you were born complete?”
The masters of penitence declared: “Humans are evil. Humans are filled with greed. Even the innocent child is corrupted in this ocean of suffering. Let us practice holiness, so that we can return to the pure state.”
The ancients only smiled and said: “If we take up a stone and rub and rub, can we make it into a diamond?”
“Not if it wasn’t a diamond to begin with,” the masters of penitence admitted.With that, the ancients walked away.
Friday, March 14, 2008
The King
There is a king who is coming to see two mens house - one cleaned up his house nicely, the other decided to work on his character and leave his house a mess. When he arrived at the first guys house he left upon hearing the first thing out of the guys mouth, upon the second guys house he didn't stay either but invited him along.
One shell before the pearl
There are a thousand shells in front of man. Man begins to open one by one. If he doesn't find the pearl, he stops short – one shell before the pearl.
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