August 31, 2007

The prankster who is playing poker... - poem

The spirit must be brought under control
By uniting the self from pole to pole
When life is made into an act
Or reality is made too abstract
The inner self splits into sections
And affections turn into rejections
The start of this illness lies in denial
Of what is true or what you must dial
The mind will split itself in layers
Hypocrisy takes over all your prayers

In the extreme your life becomes artificial
The content of expressions merely labial
You play that you
are you are you
But who are you?
What is true?

Over time a crack appears in your mind
You become a person of more than one kind
You cannot anymore uphold the appearance
Society does not give you clearance
You did become the joker
The prankster who is playing poker
Gambling with the cards in your hand
You lose control over where you will land

The creepy spirits can now take possession
For them each day is a new session
Of abusing you in your schizophrenia
Or scaring you in nightly insomnia
The best actors still manage to play
People around them think they are so gay
In reality their heart became a cellar dark
On their forehead engraved the beast's mark

When you wish to enter the spirits' dimension
You have to make victory over each kind of tension
That could be found deep in your mind
And that has taken your life in bind


August 26, 2007

Sacred geometry, music and original energy

WMAP fluctuations of the cosmic microwave back...Image via Wikipedia

Fluctuations of the cosmic microwave background radiation

The process in which the cosmos was made can be seen as a transition of energy into space, mass and time. Scientists don't know the origin of this original energy. Religious people understand this original energy to come from the Creator.

Original energy transformed into space, mass and time, but not just in a random way. The world we know is very orderly. Laws and principles are found which explain how the universe works.

A part of the energy of the Big Bang can still be detected in the cosmos. This portion of energy has not been transformed into things. We can hear this Big-Bang energy as sound, low-frequency sound waves which are called cosmic background radiation.

Energy comes to us in many ways. One form of energy is sound, electromagnetic sound waves. Sound in the form of music does something to us. We are influenced by the harmonies of music. Music obeys to orderly principles. Pythagoras was the first who described these laws of sounds. When you make a string to vibrate and it has half the length of another similar string, you hear a sound which is exactly one octave higher than that of the other string. When the lengths of the two strings relate as 2:3, the difference in pitch is a quint or a fifth. When the relation is 3:4, the difference between the two tones is a fourth.

These relations were already known to builders in Egypt in much earlier time. To determine a 90 degrees angle, they set out a triangle with sides relating to each other as 3:4:5. The two sides with lengths of 3 and 4 formed a right angle between them. To check the exact relations, the Egyptians used bronze strings with lengths relating as 3:4:5. The difference in pitch between the sides relating as 3:4 sounded as a fourth, the difference between the strings relating as 4:5 as a third.

We see here the resemblance between harmony in music as brought about by certain exact relations between frequencies of sounds and harmony in space as caused by similar relations in space.

Starting with the creation its energy was transformed into things. We can receive something of this original energy when we listen to harmonious music. We also can receive something of this original energy when we enter spaces, buildings, which were designed according to natural harmonic principles.

Compare this to the process of a sender of radio waves. These radio waves have certain frequencies. For a listener to receive the energies that originally were sent out, a transmitter is needed which picks up exactly the right radio waves. We receive the energies in the original form when we make use of a transmitter which is configured in such a way that it picks up the energies from the source and passes them on to us.

Music instruments have a similar function as such radio transmitters. Also buildings which were designed according to certain laws and principles have the ability to bring to us original energies which exist in the cosmos. When we see or enter such a building, we feel special. We can feel the energy in such a building or on such a place. The energies which we feel are not so much created by the building, but they are being transmitted by the building from another source and brought to us in the position of the receiving ones.

Geometry literally means measuring the earth. Sacred geometry is the discipline that tries to understand the principles to design in such a way that buildings and layouts of temple complexes, towns and cities bring sacred energies to us. The sacred energies which are generated have their origin in something else, something that has been there since the beginning of time.

To bring beauty and sanctity into our lives, we need to understand and practice the laws of harmony in every field of life. Everything we do and everything we make can contribute to this. The original energies of the Creator will be given to us, if we learn to practice the laws of harmony in all fields of life.

August 22, 2007

My baby sleep softly

My baby sleep softly
Let your dreams be lofty
Live peacefully in your croft
May your heading be aloft
You do not know of outside
I still protect you in your hide
Your heart is now still whole
A unity from pole to pole
You do not yet know
What is outside your window
You now still believe
That no one makes you grieve
You are giving all the time
And only make me smile
Will your heart be full enough
To embrace those who are tough
I wished i could protect your life
Against all hate and ugly strife
But you have to grow up
And drink your destined cup
I will remember you how you are new
A smile a taste of freshly touching dew


August 21, 2007

Spiritual reality and dreams - poem

In our dreams
We dream of streams
Of happiness and joy
In our imagination
We enforce annihilation
On all that does annoy

The butterfly comes out from its cocoon
Her world becomes a heaven soon
The dance of life around some flowers
Gives each of us majestic powers

We let the waves take far our thought
Sometimes forget what should be or ought
We confuse some dreams with vision
And try to send the unwished into oblivion
With our hopes high in the cloud
Confess of desires overloud

Dreaming, dreaming
How to transform it into beaming
Of sunlight held in flowers
Given to us for joy in all hours

Dreaming, dreaming
When your mood goes low
Just let your mind flow
Until it reaches the horizon
And realizes what to abandon


August 19, 2007

There is no end to growth - poem

There is no end to growth
In responsibility and freedom both
Heaven is made by creative minds
And they can be of many kinds
But not the creativity that kills
Or that brings us many ills

I have looked in the other dimensions
Where people built the nicest mansions
They were not the houses of power
Or where people worked to build a high tower
They were not the houses of the faiths
Of religions that built one-way straits
They were not the buildings of hierarchs
Of secret societies and patriarchs
Heaven is found in simple cottages
Of harmony and love between all ages
Where we find creativity of the simple kind
That leaves all ugly striving behind

To develop and grow is to become independent
In thought and heart and being diligent
There is no easy way to go this road
You cannot take a scheduled boat
You have to set your goal and become an outsider
As you move on and the horizon becomes wider
The world is full with illusions
As people engage in many fake fusions
In such unions they get excited
But forget those who are extradited

The worst of all is to get stalled
In a heaven that is walled
That is no heaven but a prison
Of our mind sucked with poison
Heaven does not have the limitation
Of being forced into adaptation
Further leads the path, it goes on
Far beyond the scare of Armageddon


August 18, 2007

Self-control beyond limits

The puppet holds a key in his hand

The dummy feels a master on his land

That land stretches only as far as a table

Where the fool thinks he is so able

An artist holds the marionette on strings

For the doll it feels like having wings

The artist thinks he is in paradise

Applause makes feel him just so nice

But one day when he utters his real opinion

Censors of press and state peel him like an onion

A war goes on without his consent

The artist's view seems worth less than a cent

The leader assumes he is in power

Hey look at me! I control every hour

of the lives of you my subjects

My slaves and zombies, i am the architect

of your lives and the army i send

And you have to give me all your consent

The leader throws us around like a sod

But when he speaks his one foot does so odd

Scratches his heel and he just doesn't know

That he is merely a figure in his own peepshow

Even the most powerful man

Is just a cookie packed in a can

By wings above us who kept us from removal

And did never ask us for approval

The wings use the space of the unknown

And consider our world to be their own

You may adore one as your god

Ruling over you with an iron rod

But also the angels have their master

In those who travel still much faster

They are galaxies far away

You cannot breathe air where they stay

We only see as far as we look

The life we know is only a book in a book

in a book in a book

How far and deep do you dare to look?

Each time in life when we cross a border

We find ourselves in confusion and disorder

It takes strong courage to learn to behave

In worlds far outside our homely cave

It is in the realm of heavenly spirit

Where we keep up with Holy Spur and Whit

That we learn what we really are

And begin to live our real calendar

August 7, 2007

Gates to the world of spirit - poem

Some call it the path of the shaman
What is the road for every woman or man
We all have the spiritual sense
A spiritual life and eternal license
The spiritual realm opens as one of confusion
Of deceit and dreams and illusion
The delusions are the veil
The curtains on the stage of the wheel
The play that leads to insight deep and divine
And that keeps our reality in line

To enter the world of reality
There is a path to go of vitality
A path that demands your entire strength
And faith and endurance on length
The gates to insight are called initiation
Taking place in a gift of ordination
At each threshold the price to be paid
Could be death but don't be afraid
Death only comes when you are without desire
And faith and love for the highest attire

The task to accomplish is to discern
Truth from lies and deceit from concern
When you are missing deepest intention
You will get stuck in the deception
When you desire fame on the globe
You can expect probe after probe
You will attract to yourself what you wish
Some secret desires are just devilish
But you may fail to realize it until
You are asked to pay the bill
At the gate that leads to eternity
And where you join your final fraternity
Of people created by God
Who are protected by the iron rod
Of the truth which opened on the path
On which you overcame the tester's wrath