Re: Michaelmas reflections 2006
- --- In firstname.lastname@example.org, "prismah44" <prismah44@...>
> When the clock is taken into consideration in terms of the
> minutes and hours that make up our days, it can be shown that the
> minutes refer to the mind and the hours refer to the heart. And
> this becomes kind of a ratio of how we seem to work on the matters
> of soul and spirit. Some don't sweat the samll stuff, keeping the
> eye on the prize of the bigger picture of self-actualization in a
> world of perfect idealism, while others see meaning in even the
> smallest details of an imperfect world that needs redemption.
> Wisdom guides the one, and love guides the other. The secret is
> combine them both, just as the clock is made up of an hour handand
> a minute hand.And
> Hi Steve,
> That's a great analogy. Wouldn't it be more fitting though if the
> heart referred to minutes instead because its rhythmic pulse is
> contained within the hour which should rightfully be the mind?
> because the minutes are subjective to the hour, it follows thatthe
> heartbeat is subjective to the mind thereby making the mind thelaw
> for that particular timeframe. (From a psychosomatic perspectiveit
> could explain why certain individuals are afflicted with heartimbalances.)
> conditions such as arrythmia and other cardiac rhythmic
This is true, as the astral-etheric heart configuration begins at
age fourteen to give the greater awareness of the minutes and hours
of a waking consciousness that now becomes dedicated to cognitive
assimilation of the knowledge of an external world, its events, and
meanings. So, once the permanent etheric heart is formed out of the
seven years from the change of teeth until the onset of puberty, it
meets the astral body that has been gradually slipping into the
physical body, and now brings forth the compact, and quite
differentiated kernel of our astral body, containing all the karma
worked out in the life in higher worlds before birth. Thus, in the
seven years from fourteen to twenty-one this astral body will
proceed to spread outward from his small compact form, and permeate
the entire physical organism, including the etheric heart structure
and the formative forms that comprise the life body that animates
the physical body.
> It's interesting that on a conscious level we are most often not
> aware of the passing minutes but we do generally remain more aware
> of the hour. Similarly, many of us skip details on a conscious
> level but the subconscious/soul cannot ignore the laws because it
> calibrated to the superconscious/spirit which is indeed love anditself,
> wisdom. I am reminded of the biblical passage..."spirit beareth
> witness with spirit..." And just as certain as time repeats
> to avoid dealing effectively with details in accordance withhigher
> laws means that we remain imbalanced in the polarities of theheart
> and the mind.Yes, and this is where the analogy becomes quite interesting as a
paradox, actually. The work of the human ego, at the present time
on the astral body, is more consciously consistent with the minute
hand, while the work of the ego on the etheric body is rather more
consistent with the hour hand, meaning that the ego works more
closely with the astral body in terms of the acquisiton of
knowledge, which is quite consistent with the period of cognitive
assimilation beginning at the age of fourteen. It is the period
that represents the third developmental cycle, wherein the
individual ego unfolds in direct relation to this work of the astral
body in cognizing the world of knowledge. It also represents the
period in which the spreading out of the astral body effectively
imprisons the etheric body within the structures of the physical
organism, especially at the point of the etheric heart.
Thus, the etheric body contracts while the astral body expands
during this third period of development. The consequence of this
involves the molding of our character, temperment, habits and
attitudes, and memory, which the ego must work on in a more
dedicated and conscientious way that its work on the astral body.
So, this work has to be applied quite minutely, consistently, and
moment-to-moment, while hour upon hour we can, and do, test and
apply our knowledge out of its close association with the ego.
- Bradford comments;
Oh the Michael Spirit. The sassy common sense of seeing through the
darkened deceptions that surround us. Oh the glorious Michael Spirit
that has placed us in such an obvious arena of liars.
The Michael sense that you can wake up and know that people can
stand up against idiots, morons, and humans who blatantly betray our
humanity, to our face. To be so cognitively clear that you Love
Spiritual Science in the same way that you love cognitive common
sense is to glory in the gift of humanity.
That you despise that which destroys our childrens cognitive
potential and as an adult you praise and thank god that you live in
such a time where you can see these things so damned clearly in our
environment and you can spit right back in the eye of the devil. Be
a Michael Student. Stop being a coward, stand up for the greatness
of humanity and laugh to scorn when idiocy attempts to capture our
society and our children.
And these idiots are everywhere. Everywhere we turn we have one damn
stupid materialistic idiot after another who has never felt the fire
of Michael's cognitive inspiration and clarity. Rather these
unconsecrated darkness eaters, just by the sheer force of their own
stupidity and ugliness stand before our eyes claiming to uphold
freedom. In a gnats eye. Balderdash, send them back to the retard,
retread, ahrimanic and ice chambers that suits their inhuman sense
Defend and uphold the demand that we make courage and humor our
sharpest weapons against the absolute ugly, bitter and foul stench
the betrayers of MANKIND exude. Despise them before the learn to
bite and devour worlds, mock their useless, destructive souls and
celebrate the moral fiber of consecrated light as it penetrates
through every cell of our bodies.
A Thanksgiving Prayer for Dick Cheney's Heart - and a Few Other
by Tony Hendra | Nov 24 2006
"I give thanks O Lord for Dick Cheney's Heart, that brave organ
which has done its darn-tootin' best on four separate occasions to
do what we can only dream about.
O Lord, give Dick Cheney's Heart, Our Sacred Secret Weapon, the
strength to try one more time! For greater love hath no heart than
that it lay down its life to rid the planet of its Number One Human
I give thanks O Lord that we're getting to kick The Lame Duck when
he's down. Thank you too Lord for making impeachment unfeasible so's
we get to kick him and kick him and kick him, have him to kick
around for two more long years, kick him so bad his stupid quacking
beak comes out his own greasy-feathered DA.
I give thanks O Lord that because of the sanity, decency and plain
commonsense of the American voter, the whole world has finally had
this self-evident truth confirmed: George Bush is what the whole
world knew him to be the second it laid eyes on him: a talent-free,
petulant, pea-brained bully.
Allow me to enlarge somewhat O Lord upon this particular thanks.
Despite six years of suppurating drivel from his catamites about
leadership and inner strength and Christian fortitude and courage
under fire: George W Bush is, was and always will be that sneering,
leering little creep who came to school in a chauffeur-driven car,
yelled racist epithets at the scholarship kids, tripped up the guy
on crutches, stuck his paw up the dress of any girl he pleased, had
his toadies beat up anyone smart or weak or different, insulted
teachers to their faces - and got away with it all, because his Dad
had just endowed the new sports stadium.
And while we're on the subject of his Dad Lord, I give thanks for
the delicious sight of that craven, racist, traitorous, class-ridden
old fool having to hoik his withered Yankee hams out of the comfy
billion-dollar no-show job the Carlyle Group found for him, in a
desperate attempt to save a dynasty built on graft, treason,war
crimes and good old-fashioned brown-nosing.
I give thanks to thee Lord for the hilarious notion that 41 is in
any way superior in skill-sets, smarts or statesmanship to 43! O
Lord thou dost indeed make it a cake-walk these days, for the clowns
and jokesters! Thy comedic munificence is boundless Lord!
And before I leave this rich vein O Lord I give Thee thanks for the
possibility - at long last - that this axis of incompetent evil is
OVER. That a crime family who gave us two disastrous Presidencies in
the space of a decade might finally be bound for the oblivion it so
richly deserves. For Thou knowest Lord in Thy infinite wisdom that
with truly evil stupid people - the Nazis spring to mind - it always
takes TWO defeats to finally bring them to their knees. So let it be
with Bushdom. (And perhaps one of these fine days the neo-
But to return O Lord to that for which I give Thee the most thanks:
that dinged and dented old jalopy, democracy. Countless millions of
miles on the clock but still getting us to our destination safe and
sound. Above all O Lord I gave Thee thanks for that which keeps the
old jalopy running, the aforementioned ordinary American voter.
Maligned, demeaned, taken for granted, treated like a sheep or bug
or robot, her intelligence insulted by mail-order demagogues, his
actions blithely predicted by arrogant non-entities, as if he had no
more free will or character than a chip in a calculator.
But in the final analysis proving once again, beyond a shadow of a
doubt, that the ruled are always smarter than the rulers.
I give thee thanks O Lord that Thy glorious sun is finally breaking
through the viscous, vomit-colored cloud-cover of Republican
bigotry, repression, fear-mongering, greed and graft. A blighted
carapace of despair and depression that has blotted out the clear
blue sky from horizon to horizon for six long years, O Lord, like a
billion pairs of enormous morbidly obese buttocks sitting on our
I give Thee thanks O Lord for those same sagacious voters of all
persuasions, creeds and ethnic origins, who saw the carnage in Iraq
for what it is. I pray Lord that those who voted to launch the
carnage might be inspired by your Holy Congressional Spirit to take
a long hard look at their guilt in the murder of 200,000 entirely
innocent people who never lifted a finger against the United States.
Most especially those Democrats who, to curry crass political favor,
voted for war in the teeth of their own lifelong principles.
Touching which, O Lord, when the white dove of Thy peace descends
upon Washington to hover over the new Congress, may it take a long,
wet crap on Hillary's hundred-dollar hairdo.
OK - LET'S EAT!!
Ruba-dub-dub! Thanks for the grub! Yay God!"