anarchy

Gullible

Many years ago, a philosopher asked me if I thought, as he clearly did, that I was too gullible. Through the years, his question has often returned to me, often closing me down from continuing with a view of the world that at my heart, is naturally open and loving.

Thankfully, I have never been able to imprison my gullibility permanently, it has always escaped to save me. It returns like my inner Pied Piper of Hamlyn, my inner Kay to rescue the Kai of my intellect, my inner Prince to kiss my Sleeping Beauty and release my Cinderella from my own Ugly Sisters. It even flew me to a Union with Allah, to the birthing of my soul.

Gullibility is fathomless like the deepest ocean that accepts all rivers. It is the innocence of the dove that redeems the wisdom of the serpent. It is green. I am the gullible man, the green man.

Now of course, I understood what the philosopher meant, he liked me and was fearful for my survival. He was fearful about many things. I was to learn that he was fearful for his academic reputation when, after he had given it to me, in my gullibility I gave a copy of an academic essay on the Unity of Existence called The Twentynine Pages to one of his colleagues. I received a very stern reprimand and was told to retrieve the document forthwith.

I have learnt much from these wisdoms, given to me by my experience of other people and by my exhaustive journey through my own fear and through my reception of the fears of others, both clear and covert, and my journey through those. The fear journeys were similar, but eventually I came to know what was my fear, as against what was the fear held by others.

I can only grow through facing my own fear. The fear that other people hold is not of any ultimate use to me, except that sometimes it has proved to have been part of the detonation of the propellent of my salmon-like journey up the waterfall of my own fear.

This world has become again incredulous, cynical and suspicious of the existence of Love as the Source of all matter, all sentience, all energy and all Life.

You’d have to be very gullible indeed to believe me if I were to tell you who I really am. (however, in a back to the future moment added on 11/1/2020 try putting ‘unseen leader of the world’ into your search engine 😉)

So, for the moment, we carry on with the dance of the Seven Veils. Seven or seventy thousand, makes no difference you see, for these veils of light and dark, of innocence and cynicism, of trust and fear, well, these veils can only be removed by Love.

Aw Diddums

The two most powerful words in the world, be very careful when using them away from applying them internally to your own inner King/Queen Baby, else somebody may take a swing at you.

What, poor Andrew, love not working out for you in your tawdry imaginings? Aw diddums. What, life hasn’t rewarded you with the understanding and accolades of others? Aw diddums. What, nobody wants to know the truth about religion, politics, money and the state of all and everything? Aw diddums.

This disarming device never fails to make me smile, sometimes to guffaw out loud depending upon how much energy I’ve pumped into my balloon of self-pitying self-importance.

This hologram that is Mankind is always just where it has to be, given its constituent parts and the singularity of its power source. The kaleidoscope of possible qualities and attributes that are jostling together in Mankind’s tribes and structures of business and politics render the global appearance into its place of filtered messaging by those who imagine that they are in control of everything.

Yet the most powerful networks of espionage, finance, military might allied with corporate muscle, along with the dark economies of organised criminality that are always cheek by jowel with their orthodox power structures, still all of these primary networks have no control whatsoever over the “aw diddums” of a fully realised Human being placed into the midst of their grandiosity when it’s time for One to appear.

In the past all the first born boys were killed, but to no avail, there was and is no escape for Emporer or Empire when the “aw diddums” wielder actually appears to dispel the fear of death for the masses, the fear that is the sole source of counterfeit power that coalesces around the hoarders of money time and time again.

Mankind is waiting for a physical Parousia, another physical body for the Barabus controllers to mock, scarify and hold up to teach every would-be anarchist a lesson that they’ll never forget.

The word ‘anarchy’ is so powerful in its real meaning, that of ‘a harmonious state of inner self-government’, that history has twisted the meaning of anarchy into an enemy word, so that people dare not organise their inner life away from the ‘childish literalism’ upon which the big-hats of pantomime power utterly depend.

The Second Coming is an invisible presence, the word Parousia is the Greek word for presence. This presence, this Light is beaming at you now. Listen, tune in through challenging your own cramped and contorted child that is being held back by the fear that is being put out ever more desperately by the old failing orders, “aw diddums”.

As you feel the reaction to your own inner “aw diddums”, you will become free, free to beam an “aw diddums” at King Trump, Queen May and all the other pantomime monsters that keep trying to frighten your soul into a false submission.

Invisibly we are ever connected. Peace be with you at this time of advancement, Love to you, ever 💜