T Chapter

Ebb and tiding beyond

The Place of Judgment and back

Seeing the idols that hope

Is still being held out for

The Surrogate Soul

That was once seen as Guru

The dispirited broken Heart

That everything was done

To heal and to lift

But they want a Savior

To save them from themselves

Not a friend and a Lover

That wants to share

In the Beauty and Magick

Of Heaven

You feel that you’re losing

Your grip

So let go

You know what makes you sick

You know what makes you melty

And Love has brought you wings

Use them

Love extends its hand

Grab it

That thing that drags you down

Lose it

Let go

Fly

Be Free

The Stream and Me

We have never left you

Love has never left you

It’s just getting harder

For you to see in the Darkness

So come

And don’t look back

For something that isn’t there

The heart of man

Will not come

The soul of man

Will not come

You had the deepest faith

That the symbols

Would come with you

Because you had chosen God

Over the world

And your faith in Love

Is so powerful

But even the loftiest

Of symbols are limitations

And you are a Child of Heaven

Free and unencumbered

Long since has it been known

That the world itself

Is addiction

What stands as the Son of Man

Is a reflection of Self

Affliction

All of the symbols that stand

For what we believe that we need

Do nothing at all but reflect

For all in which that we bleed

One by one they fall

When we see their value at face

A Heart and Soul then rise

Seeming to stand in their place

They become a sacred mission

At length that’s seen as real

It opens up the space

To learn to Love and heal

The Heart becomes your Lover

The Soul becomes your friend

And you believe with all

Of your being

That their rise

Is part of your end

Then finally comes the time

When you see

That they’re still longing

For something that will not come

Still suffer the loss

Of belonging

You still want the Soul

As your friend

Still want the Heart

As your Lover

But you’ll finally

Have to accept

That you stand

As no Body’s Savior

You run out of steps to take

There’s nothing left you can do

But be kind and share in Love

As the world becomes dead to you

The last of addiction’s

Been found

In the drive

To lift those in need

More of the same

Going round and round

Very curious

Indeed

“Heaven’s not for me,”

Is lamented

“Fate is firmly cemented!”

More of the same

Going round and round

All twisted, bent

And demented

“There’s always another step,”

Is the claim

“Heaven’s not yours to be”

“Just make a new world

Right up,” it’s said

“This one is different you’ll see”

More of the same

Going round and round

This time is different indeed

No more steps will be taken

This time I stand and be Free

There cannot always be more steps

There cannot always be more tests

There cannot be an infinite path

These are all contradictions

The last little piece

Of addiction

Is holding out hope

That the replacement archetype

The one on the spiritual side

The one once seen

As the Body of Christ

Will rise with you

You knew what was in

The soul of the Heart

You knew what was in

The heart of the Soul

And you had the deepest faith

That the Heart

Would remain your Lover

And you had the deepest faith

That the Soul

Would remain your friend

But they faded away

When you needed them

To be there for you too

A need that you never had

The wellspring of the world

And in the final moments

As the world fades away

You can see that the sickness

Is the same as it’s always been

Obvious,

But sad nonetheless

This time has one difference

This time you walk away

With your own dignity

Shameless in the knowledge

That you did everything you could

You fought for what was right

And you stand there

Righteous, Innocent, and Free

And we sat

What was supposed to be

A meeting of friends

Turned out to be

Another meeting of archetypes

Flowing with the disease of Night

The Mother pushing from the place

Of the secret victim

The Father grabbing attention

From perpetrator detention

The Child being used

Not being heard

In sharing Truthful expression

Perspective has been lost

As this is supposed to be hidden

But it’s not

It’s plain as day

The world will not change

The Child pulls away

Spinning around

The Place of Judgment

The mind radio blaring songs

Of the frustration

Of an infinite path

Blurting out sounds of suffering

The noise of the long dead past

Deafening

The imagery of the Son of Man

Maddening

The Father’s endless baiting

And luring

The Mother’s forever pleasing

And discouraging

There is no trust in this place

There is no hope here

The Sword that was once used

For emancipation

Is now used to shut this off

Freedom had once been seen

As Liberation

It’s now seen

As sanity’s preservation

Peace is all that’s wanted

This is where static stops

When the Mother returns

To say that she’s right

She has come to sell you

All the same lies

That a world you made

Shrouded in night

Can somehow be new

With a different disguise

When the Father returns

To offer more steps

He has come to sell you

More of the same

Not one of them

Makes any difference

For forever chasing

Is totally insane

It cannot be helped

The Son of Man

Its savior is one of its own

It’s helpless and feckless

Because it wants to be

It’s totally blind

Because it doesn’t want to see

That it made itself

Its own history

To be itself

Its own misery

It takes from the giving

To feed the taking

It chases after pleasure

To keep pain going

It’s the face

Of what’s feared facing

Leave it alone

It doesn’t want saving

The Poetry of Love

Goes silent

The Waters of the River of Life

Go still

This is the end of the world

To the mind

That still suffers otherness

Hear loud and clear

When it’s said

That the Son of Man is dead

In the end you forgive

Not because you understand

But because you can’t

Do it anymore

Chase after ghosts

Waiting to be saved

Which never happens

Trying to save

Which never happens

Because that requires otherness

Otherness in a unified Mind

Subdivisions of Self

That arose to hide within

From the fear of a retribution

That will never come

Remember

Remember the gatekeepers

Remember what the fear

Is there to hide

Don’t take a side

Accept

Accept this Gift

Is for you right now

Accept it as your Life

Right now

Be Free

Live

Love

The Compassion, Grace

And Mercy are for you

The Gift of Christ

Which is knowing

Your Self as Love

Is for you

The Gift of Eternal Freedom

Is for you

The Sword

That makes the final cut

Is yours

Forgive yourself

And there came the time

To face the devil

For the very last time

This is the devil

Of the replacement archetype

The one on the spiritual side

The one once seen

As the Body of Christ

Heard a call of encouragement

Clarity and lightness

“Come to the church

I have something for you”

“I,” meaning the Surrogate Soul

The call to come

Usually means to go deeper

But this time felt very different

There was something amiss

It was a call to a place in time

To a structure

To a symbol

“To the building?” I asked

“Yes, I have something for you”

“I,” meaning the Surrogate Soul

Later

A call of discouragement came,

“Don’t come

There won’t be time”

Confusion and darkness set in

“Time for what?

I didn’t ask

There’s nothing in need

Why all of this?”

Curious to know

Compelled to go

Symbols of Crucifixion

Adorned all of space

Incense smoke wafted

Through the air

The upper four

Of the Body of the Church

Were represented there

The upper four

Of the Son of Man

It could be seen that three

The Feel

The Word

And the Sight

Were hung out onto darkness

They would be healed

By sharing the Gift

A power that the Surrogate Soul

Is supposed to have

Why are they hanging?

With idols of archangels

In every view

The Surrogate Soul

Stood in front of the room

Hovering face down

Over a chalice of wine

He slammed his hands

On the pulpit

And loudly proclaimed

In the name of Christ,

“This is my body!”

Without raising his eyes

He slammed

His hands even harder

And proclaimed even louder,

“This is my blood!”

A Light brighter

Than the brightest light

Broke through

It spoke

Unmistakably

With crystal clarity

In reference to

The Surrogate Soul

That slams his hands

On the pulpit

In front of the room

It said,

“This is the devil”

The message was clear

But was written off as fear

Put aside

Ignored for a spell

Following service broke bread

With the upper four

Of the Body of the Church

The upper four

Of the Son of Man

Tried to share in Touch

But was blocked

By the Surrogate Soul

Even though they afraid to feel

Were blocked

And would be healed by sharing

Repulsed and repulsive

Tried to share in Wisdom

But was blocked

By the Surrogate Soul

Even though they afraid to hear

Were blocked

And would be healed by sharing

Repulsed and repulsive

Tried to share Insight

But was blocked

By the Surrogate Soul

Even though they afraid to see

Were blocked

And would be healed by sharing

Repulsed and repulsive

They were hung out

Onto darkness

The Feel

The Word

And the Sight

When they would be healed

By sharing the Gift

A power that the Surrogate Soul

Is supposed to have

Why are they hanging?

Why are they being held deceived?

The Surrogate Soul

Wasn’t sharing the Gift of Love

He was only offering more steps

On an infinite path

Facilitating futures

Of further suffering

Perpetrating poverty

For the sake of control

This is the Father of Everything

Half of the Great Deceiver

The Male

Of the replacement archetype

The one on the spiritual side

The one once seen

As the Body of Christ

And there came the time

To face the devil

For the very last time

This is the devil

Of the replacement archetype

The one on the spiritual side

The one once seen

As the Body of Christ

There are attachments

Attachments to painful events

The reflections

Of the heart of the past

The heart of the past

Is the heart of the matter

And matter is what matters

In the construction of worlds

Chaos ensues out as darkness

When hanging on to painful events

Which reflects out as worlds

Completing her suffering

Her sorrow

Is chaotic and contagious

It would be healed

By sharing the Gift

But she’s afraid

To lose her identity

Her abuse

Is chaotic and contagious

It would be healed

By sharing the Gift

But she’s afraid

To lose her identity

Her fear

Is chaotic and contagious

It would be healed

By sharing the Gift

But she’s afraid

To lose her identity

She’s terrified that

Releasing into the Gift of Love

Would loose her control

Over her victim identity

So she clings to chaos instead

Which reflects out as worlds

Worlds that are dying

Worlds that are dead

Completing her suffering

This is the Mother of Everything

Half of the Great Deceiver

The Female

Of the replacement archetype

The one on the spiritual side

The one once seen

As the Body of Christ

And there came the time

To face the devil

For the very last time

This is the devil

Of the replacement archetype

The one on the spiritual side

The one once seen

As the Body of Christ

The one now known

As the Architect of Night

The one exposed

As the Archivist of Guilt

To deface it

It’s very alluring

The promise of future peace

The hope of love to come

A personal savior

To save you from others

But how can a savior save you

If the thing you need

To be saved from is you?

There’s nothing to be saved

Only Love to be savored

And it’s reaching its hand to you

Accept it as yours

Peace arises in sharing

Sharing is the expression

Of Love

Love is the reception

Of sharing

Sharing rises in Peace

It’s terrible

When demons infiltrate temples

For their own nefarious purposes

It’s horrible

When the devil forces consent

To satisfy his lusts

It’s far worse

When one that’s aware of the Gift

Hoards it for their own control

Heart and Spirit

Moon and Sun

The eclipse of Heart

Is over and done

The laughter begins

As the absurdity sets in

That the final archetype

Doesn’t even belong to you

It has a past

That isn’t a reflection

Of the one that you healed from

It longs for a future

In which there’s no hope

For freedom

Its chaos is far beyond

Anything you can

Stand to live with

Its dreams

Of what’s to come

Are full

Of self-limiting static

It has a sense of urgency

That feels like an emergency

To run as fast as it can

Straight into the thing

That’s full of more pain

And the static

Should be driving you insane

But it’s so inane

That you just have to laugh

That you didn’t notice

You found your way back Home

They recoil and run

When they hear that

They’re holding on to

The pain of the past

They turn away in fear

When they hear that

They’re chasing something

That will never come

One leads to the other

The only way to share

The Message in its entirety

Is to reach out to a stranger

For if one feels

They didn’t discover it

On their own

They’ll sense their life

Is in danger

And recoil as if in treason

And they’ll be right

But for all of the wrong reasons

For the promise

Of the Stream is Liberation

Not from some situation

But from the self-imposed

Prison that is the world

And the very last step

That only God can make

Is connecting that stranger

To you

I awoke to the devil

All pleased with himself

That he inflicted more pain

To satisfy his lusts

He painted a scene

To project his specialness

He fathered anger

To mother submission

And when felt submissive

Became angry as hell

The same relationship with

Bullying and neglect

Jealousy and apathy

Manipulation and guilt

Cruelty and violation

Exploitation and gaslighting

Arrogance and perversion

Entitlement and denial

Ignorance and using

It’s not mine

It doesn’t belong to me

Angel Fire

Angel’s Light

Touches so deep

Burns so bright

Wings spread wide

Soars in flight

Angel’s Light

Ends the night

It came to pass

The world

You had been told

For the longest time

That it was over

It had been

Since you accepted Grace

And took it to Heart to share

Revelation

Was just to prove it to you

As you weren’t ready to let go

Crucifixion was just that

Letting go in a way

That you would accept

Ascension

Nothing more than branching out

To remove the focus

Release the Book of Knowledge

And to simply share the Gift

Drop the shield

It’s blocking the Way

Draw your Sword

It’s Will

The Gift of Holy Spirit

Fills Heart

Freeing her forever more

You shared the Book of Life

And Love with another

You kept going no matter what

It wasn’t a test nor a mission

Those were over long ago

You did it because you wanted to

This opened the Door to Heaven

Liberation comes

When one realizes

That they’re putting a face on

What they’re afraid to face

And simply walks away

If you want to know

How the story ends

Finish the Book

There’s spaciousness

Humor and comfort

In this Holy Place

The Miracle of being Free

Heart and Spirit are Free

When sharing in the Beauty

And Magick of Heaven

Uninterrupted

No more unnecessary trials

And tribulations

Enjoy Love

Become the Miracle

Woke to a devil

That’s never been my own

Anxiety churns in fear

Of its destruction

And it’s not even here

It’s not Here

The mind radio singing songs

Of Heart’s longing for a door

That’s already perfectly clear

Wide open

Free of obstruction

And just one step away

Surrounded by people of past pain

Surrounded by the Son of Man

Not one of them reflects me

Not one of them is who I am

The tools were prepared

To finish the Book

The silver ring turned to gold

The alchemy

Of a fully healed Heart

Dominion

Of a sovereign Free Soul

The Savior that went

From seeming as another

To being seen as a guide inside

Has turned into a Becoming

Receiving as Spirit

Expressing as Heart

The soft warm glow

Weightless and afloat

The stilling of the Waves

The gentle sparkling flow

It’s over, the world

It’s over

The devil is

A predator, exploiter

Addict and destroyer

That loses its power

When it loses its host

What it feeds off of

Are all of the host’s ghosts

The ghost of a past

That’s gone and dead

The ghost of a future

That will never come

The ghost of the idea

That Love is earned

And not always free to share

The devil releases

Out of specialness

By exploiting Heart’s pain

He does it by

Recording all of her guilt

And projecting it to others