Divine Intervention

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I think it is appropriate considering what transpired on the coast of France 70 years ago today, to talk about Divine intervention as a question that comes to mind in many instances, cases, and places in our lives and human experience.
We are often compelled to ask the question as to whether or not the Divine presence in our world had some input into the circumstances that have come our way in our days and nights.
Stepping back a moment to the origin and the definition: Divine – of, from, or like God or god. Words make things difficult, and what is even harder here is defining God or god. In the Hebrew the word is not spoken, cannot be spoken, hence the use of Yahweh, in the Tao it is said that the Tao that can be spoken of is not the Tao. In Quantum Physics, there is the uncertainty principle, and concepts like Schrodinger’s Cat. So to distill this down into words, is difficult if not impossible, but you, as the reader should be getting the thoughts I am reaching for, formed in your mind by now.
There is an ancient concept that says – Energy follows thought. So along these lines it is not hard to imagine that we as thinkers are directing a significant amount of energy in whatever direction our thought life takes. The simple act of reading this is concentrating energy in a direction that matches the frequency of other readers and creates a harmony in nature, whether we see it or not.
As an example, one of the most magnificent constructs of civilization is the great cathedrals, and all of their smaller byproducts we call churches, and places of worship, as they are literally instruments, including the organ music, that allow us to congregate and direct our thoughts together in one direction. Each person’s thought harmonically magnifying the next, until there is a great confluence of power that can manifest itself in what has been called Miracles. I choose the word harmonically for a reason, and offer the example of the wine glass shattered by the the voice or a sound amplified and directed at it. It is a physical example of the principle of harmony, although in this case it is destructive, not constructive.
Do our thoughts then have power, and given that question what do they have to do with divine intervention, and the choices we have in our life? It should be well known to you that this is a free will universe, and with that, should come the understanding that divine intervention, needs to be qualified in relation to our wills, against the background of the will of God.
So with these statements of fact, I have to leave you, the reader to draw your own conclusions, lest I create controversy, and distract form the intent of this message. Is there divine intervention in our lives, or do we create it with our thoughts.
One picture sticks in my mind from my youth; Watching the movie War of the Worlds, based on the HG Wells story. As the world is being shattered by the Martian invasion and there seems no hope left anywhere, what we see are cathedrals and churches packed with people, all united in a prayer for deliverance from this destructive, conquering power. Not long after, the Martians begin to fall, and the Earth is delivered.
A real life example I saw recently on the news was a school teacher in Moore, Oklahoma during the destruction that took place there in 2013. She was sheltering with her children, and during the moments of the storm’s most intense fury, cried out – Enough! This has to end now! And it did. Was this divine intervention, and was this divine intervention a construct of the harmonic power of thought?
…In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God, and the word was God…

Image: http://classic–movies.blogspot.com/2011/06/war-of-worlds.html

love song

in the wind lives a love song
not the one within our ears
nor the one that beats within
or moves our soul to tears

even by the harbor
where waves call out our name
hearts become unknotted knowing
nothing is the same

when once we have been taken
by the dream we left before
we fell to earth by welcoming
the life we had in store

in centuries of desert suns
as forests fall to moons
our keeping blends beyond the light
and time runs out too soon

would we never pass this way
to know our choice could only be
no less than what was given still;
through grace we came for free

Image and Authors Notes: If you have never heard of Mary Sparrowdancer, or read “Love Song of the Universe” I strongly recommend putting it on you reading list. Honest, sincere, inspired, moving. In it is one of the finest descriptions of Eternity I have ever experienced …

The paradox of consciousness

Consciousness is perhaps the most difficult subject to discuss, still it is one which needs to be addressed in this time and space, since we are now bridging ourselves into a future that is truly uncertain, as there are so many people who are on the brink, who are at the tipping point between, believing and knowing, between the physical and the spiritual, between the merging of science and religion.

Our future depends on this paradox, and because it exists we are caught between a future based on truth and a past made up of a myriad of lies. Everyone talks about saving the planet. The reality is we don’t have to save the planet, we have to save the planet’s ability to support human life.

But I digress, this is about consciousness. The very fact that we can read and write; I as the creator of this message and you as the recipient implies a matter of consciousness, the ability to discern this message from the background of experience. In human terms, it is a recognition of past, present, and future. I am sure most would agree, that animals, even higher animals, do not fret over an uncertain future, and their pining over the past is very limited. Yes, I have seen mother chimps holding their deceased young, but this passes quickly, and they move on.

The paradox of consciousness is simply this – with it we would not recognize a flow of time, a past, present, and future, and because of it, we can argue over the very truth of the flow of time, and the matter of the universe, creation, and Spirit. So we define ourselves, and in that definition we begin to recognize that we are creating a world around us, and losing touch with the natural world.

Because of consciousness, we argue over the nature of time and space, of things, concepts; like ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. While a creature of the earth like a lion or bear might quarrel with another over a piece of food, it is a quarrel of nature, not a quarrel of consciousness.

Consciousness then allows us (each) to define our reality, to create or deny divinity in our lives, intelligent design, creationism, or any other supposed truth. We even go so far as to quarrel over time, over the evidence buried in stone regarding the earth, and the cosmos. These are what Eckhart Tolle calls our ‘competing narratives’, or Robert Anton Wilson refers to as our ‘reality tunnels’.

What then is this thing? Science still cannot define consciousness, still debates over what it is, and where it exists. Some would tell us it only exists because of the nature and the construction of the human brain, and will continue to dissect corpses looking for the ‘seat of consciousness’, which is as Rumi says; like knocking on a door and when it opens realizing we have been knocking from the inside!

We are able to ask these questions because we are conscious(ness), and we debate what it is because of it … what greater paradox than that – the riddle (consciousness), inside an enigma – the human mind – not the brain, but the mind …

How does it end? It does not – In the words of CG Jung when asked what does he believe – his reply, “I do not need to believe, I know” And when we know there arises true compassion. An ache, a sadness, that if not for consciousness would bury the Spirit in matter forever, in a total eclipse of the Sun.

-gfs 2012


Image: http://www.stuartwildeblog.com/sws-jottings/2010/12/14/shimmer-in-the-glimmer-sw.html

A World of Whispers


I live in a world of whispers
a thousand voices in my ears
Tastes of moments talking
left without for all to hear

What forces will to let us be
so far away but near
Underneath a mask of tomes
and echoes ringing clear

Words in voices reaching
in letters, spaces, tones
Are always more revealing
than presence I have known

I will to see you clearly
voices cannot hide the proof
Behind a mask of happiness
the hurt reveals the truth

Take these empty words of mine
and write them in your mind
From them grows a nourishment
for what the ego’s come to find

Built with life’s impressions
into a soul’s reality
Letting Spirit linger waiting
for a sunrise to be free

Image: http://silvexis.com/2010/09/23/source-code-tragedy/

The Lost Chord

St, John the Divine Cathedral, NYC, USA


Sitting in quiet the keys were waiting
then the pipes became full of all his thoughts
forming chord upon chord across the cavern
till the temple rang full from the works he wrought

Again, again ivory keys begat notes
heard ne’r before in this vast emptiness
the trembling echoes would sting in his ears
but he loved the feel and the sweet caress

The music cried out to hearken Angels
rising higher and higher in octave and tone
bedeviled his fingers to find the right measure
to vibrate his being with his heavenly home

Alas! then it came, a moment of splendor
a resounding of trumpets so distant and fair
at once he knew heaven ~ it’s light and his reason
he breathed in that instant, a rarefied air …

… as the chord fell away, he fell toward the Earth
reaching and scratching to hold on to the prize
with eternity slipping away as he wondered
how music could lift him beyond golden skies

Now back at his keyboard the organist struggles
again and again with his works and his ways
to find the lost chord somewhere beyond reason
so to live in its light for all of his days

In the 1960’s I attended the 450th Anniversary of The Reformation held at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City, the opening hymn was “A Mighty Fortress is Our God”, and I have to say that moment is forever written in my soul. The music made by the organ in that cathedral turned the entire structure into a musical instrument, of all the concerts, and all the music I have heard since then, none compares.
I’d like to dedicate this poem to Will Voellmer the organist at Our Savior Lutheran Church in the 1970’s with whom, as an Oboist, I had the pleasure of performing with, during our church services. Will had shared many stories with me about his travels in Europe and the churches he played in across the continent.

Photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cathedral_of_Saint_John_the_Divine

Alla luce solare


(To the sunlight)

Shadows falling on the ground
speak an ancient melody
A song was written long ago
below the twinkling starlight

Moons of many memories
pass without a sound again
I feel the verse of kisses touch
my heart inside made warm

Empty halls of laughter leave
quiet moments in the dawn
Forgotten pages written when
the morning gave its love to me

Have the evening’s shadows
lengthened till the stillness fell
A fading day has once again
begun the musing of the night

Where was I when love began
to turn the word into the day
Where were we when wonderment
within the sunlight came to be

Haiku for Living


I promised I would post some Haiku – This is a compilation that I put together into a small handwritten book and gave to my daughter on Christmas 2010 – I called it ‘Haiku for Living’ each poem a reflection of moments in our lives ….

1
being existence
within this world we day dream
life will become us
2
take all the treasure
laid up in all the kingdoms
none compares with love
3
forsake the future
can we exist without it
moments here and now
4
this is – That I am
we are simply one without
knowledge of living
5
words are not just thoughts
colors melting in the sun
rainbows in our mind
6
true love does not call
it knows not of rules or time
we open the door
7
when darkness will fall
there is light always forming
truth awakening
8
never beginning
there is no ending to love
the Spirit’s embrace
9
Prometheus bound
what he gave to all of us
curiosity
10
let not your mind grieve
for places we’ve yet to know
many worlds await
11
right here and right now
is the place destiny makes
for us a reason
12
never lose your faith
one simple act of kindness
shall redeem the whole world
13
I wander this earth
full of awe and wonderment
so many just sleep
14
each day we embrace
Eternal hope – Faith renewed
yesterday is gone
15
souls have seasons
unknown to waking wills
the flower unfolds
16
in touching your soul
I reveal my own light
In giving I live
17
only the Haiku
softens the cacophony
so our ears will hear
18
Spring brings loves light back
beyond the glow the eyes see
lives another Sun
19
A Polynesian
sailor viewed vast ocean waves
their rhythm his guide
20
life reveals itself
when longing leaves us empty
asking to return
21
Energy follows thought
the worst that can happen is ..
not going to be !
22
only joy shall be
for our imagination
creates the future
23
in living we find
days that define existence
between pages divine
24
feeling guides us on
like a river to the sea
longing for fullness
25
Geisha is loved.
Is she loving in return?
Or Just saving face?
26
Souvenirs pasted
Eternity’s scrapbook fills
lessons in growing
27
can we own the wind
know only passion’s season
flowers bloom in love
28
Hidden in the darkness
the light of the world reveals
The Way and the Truth
29
Love is undefined
it chooses us to know it
gives us power to be
30
two rivers converge
forming one stronger than each
one ends, a new beginning
31
against the current
free will looks for its purpose
caught in the rapids
32
misunderstanding
some words best left unspoken
sanctification
33
is eternal rest
what we embrace in heaven
or eternal love
34
see through the minds eye
to the other place we live
true reality
35
in sacred visions
the Universe unveils paths
disguised by reason
36
humility seeks
solid ground in loving hearts
a seat of honor
37
these are not myths
the gods who walked among us
gave us their will
38
passion overwhelms
only your ability
to give the fire life
39
lifetime to lifetime
becoming all we have willed
and carried within
40
these are moments felt
family memories kept
always in our thoughts
41
spirits abounding
children grow into our lives
memories of youth
42
loves sweet creation
is a world we find within
music of the soul

By Peter Anthony

Raging Bull

From "Raging Bull" starring Robert De Niro - United Artists, Chartoff-Winkler Productions


This is a difficult topic to write about. I thought that the characters in Raging Bull would help frame this commentary. My apologies to those readers who find these things difficult to read, and perhaps relive …
Can a human being, flesh and bone, take and give beatings that defy the normal human ability to survive. The real life Jake La Motta was a raging bull, how does this happen – are we born that way, made that way, or is it a combination of both?

The movie, based on his autobiography, doesn’t reveal his earlier life, but I have to wonder at the surroundings, and the culture he was raised in. To the viewer, he is this insanely jealous, and brutal man. A man who believes the only way to get by in life is to beat your way through it with your fists. His hands keep order in his life and keep control of his surroundings; Men need to be tough, and women should be seen and not heard. During the fight with Pretty Boy Tony Janiro, the viewer is given the distinct impression that Jake is insanely jealous, and he gives Tony a beating that is the most brutal anyone in the crowd has ever seen.

This isn’t a movie review – My point is human emotion is a controlling force in our lives and when it is given direction by the mind it can create many different outcomes. Obviously, based on this example, destruction is one of them. The control of others is another; to the point where, if the human will is not strong enough, there is no escape. We can be trapped in a relationship that has little value to our own growth, and quite possibly physically and emotionally damaging. Even if we are consciously aware of it, it can take years before our mind, our feelings and emotions, create the strength to extract ourselves from that relationship or behavior.

In all the theaters of my life, I see this scene played over and over again, it is talked about incessantly, often to no avail, often to the point of frustration to the listener. The same reasons for staying are heard time after time; “Where would I go, what would I do?” “I’d have to give up everything. I’d have to be alone.”

Looking around here too, the stories here are REAL, and it’s not 1941 anymore. Has the world not changed at all in fifty years? Is it only that the doctors are better at patching up the wounds? What about the emotional wounds and scars? It’s been said many ways but the message is this – If you feel you are being abused, it is because you are cooperating with the abuse – But maybe that is all we know, and some simple words written here are the first imaginings of a world that is free from the Raging Bull, whether inside of us or outside.

I know there are a thousand reasons why people cooperate with the abuse, but there are just as many ways out. In the movie Vicki finally packed the car and the kids, and left – it took her 11 years. She still loved him. Love isn’t staying and taking it, love is offering the person an opportunity to see themselves as they really are. It took Jake a while to have life open his eyes, and remarkably, with Vicki’s help – by finally leaving him – he did see the truth.

The movie ends with a very telling line from the New Testament – John 9: 1-41 verse 25 “One thing I do know; I was blind, but now I can see.” As true for Jake as it was for Vicki.

What clouds our eyes? What things do we not see? There are all kinds of blindness; physical, emotional, mental, spiritual. Joni Mitchell in her song Woodstock said “Oh, but you know life is for learning.” Certainly, that one fact we all would agree on, life keeps showing us, secure in the knowledge that sooner or later we see.