Ensoulment through Words

Sunday, Feb 15th
Upon realizing that the gating channel of our bodies filter out so much information, I stood up from my seat, and went out for a walk around the block.
When was the last time I had truly felt all that was around me?
When was the last time my heart was full of innocence and wonder?
As I breathed deeply into my abdomen, I became more and more relaxed.
With each passing breath, I realized that I was Divine, and a holy Son of God.
Walking down the street, I began to feel the sun falling upon my face, the passing of the cars, and the people who sat down on a bench waiting for their bus ride.
I wondered how many people had lost touch with the feeling part of their souls, and were subjected to ignorance and suffering.
A lady passed by me on the street, wearing blue running shoes, and a bright yellow sweatshirt. She smiled at me, and said “hello”, and I greeted her back with a “hi” in a quiet voice.

I turned around to look at her as she walked away. Her complexion was fair, her hair blonde and long tied in a pony tail, and her face exuded vibrancy and joy.
For a brief moment in time, we had come across each other only to part ways.
Who knows who she was. Maybe she was someone I knew in a past life.

I walked across the park, observing the trees all around me, taking in their sentience, waking up to the intelligence of the world around me. Nature is indeed alive and wise. I spread out my arms, and embraced the warmth of the sun, as I chanted the holy names of the Lord. Soon, my mind fell into stillness, and my spirit merged with the heat of the light, until all that was left of me was the warmth of Truth and Silence.

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Simply Being on the Path

There is no need to do anything

except simply Being, not worrying

releasing all desires, attachments, and fear.

This reality is fading away,as I tred further down the Path.

Nothing quite makes sense,

yet i am still here in this Illusion.

We are all One, yet distinct and uniqe.

The sun greets me, and I say hello.

Soon I will die, on my quest to find the Will.

I hope it does not fail me.

May my faith in God be absolute.

May his Mercy be Kind

and may I be protected.

War, money, death, anguish

O’ Padma, how wise you are to speak of all these falsities.

The Holy Theurgy shall be our Salvation.

The Path to Godhood, leading into

sorrow and madness,

Ultimately ending in Truth,

and Supreme Peace.

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In Honor of Saint Patrick

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Ah, yes. That time of the year has passed. A holiday widely celebrated in and outside of Ireland has once again come and passed. It is celebrated as a holiday within the churches of Ireland and the pious men of the Christian faith pay their respects to the Holy Man Patrick.

Captured as a teen and traded as a slave, he was to work in misery for 6 years. Upon escaping, he returned to Ireland, where he became a missionary and champion of the Christian faith. It was through his efforts, that Christianity was able to flourish in Ireland.

Invoke his name against snakes, sins, witchcraft, and protection.

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If anyone knows of the theurgic tradition that Patrick comes from, please let me know.

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