MYSTICAL MAZE
DREAMS
I had a beautiful dream. People made a “surprise-party” for me (we don’t have this custom in Hungary) but it was strange. Nobody said a single word, everyone was silent… even more, the people quietly left the room without letting me know what was going on… As they were leaving “the stage” like the musicians during the final Adagio of Haydn’s Farewell-Symphony in Eszterháza, I noticed many fancy boxes on the tables. One of the men who stayed behind told me these boxes contained my gifts. The last man who came to greet me was amazing… I don’t recall what he said because I was mesmerized by his eyes… His face was cute but average except that he had THREE astonishingly BLUE EYES with an expression that made me forget the words he said, I just knew his words were filled with healing love. I was overflown with tearful joy when I woke up.
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In one of my most dramatic dreams I was standing in the underground station waiting for the subway. As it was approaching, the earsplitting noise became like a male choir unsettlingly resonating in my body. My stomach was trembling as if I had goosebumps inside. As I stayed there overwhelmed by the crushing and elevating experience, all at once I heard this word: “BENARES” very loudly in a basso profundo voice and I saw a mass of people bathing in a river as if the delve of the railway line had been filled up with water. I woke up feeling shocked but this shock was like a beatific sobbing. I was very young, I didn’t even know that Benares is a city in India. I wrote down the name ‘Benares’ so I could later remember it since it was meaningless to me. I can still hear the voice of the choir shaking me to the bones… One of my dream-journeys…..
Tonight I saw a beautiful dream. I wanted to have a very unique wall carpet done according to my idea. I was looking for skilled people to accomplish my plan. I visited a family: mom, dad, little girl, who lived in a basement, they were very poor. I began to explain my vision but they interrupted me saying they remembered all my requests, because they wove me a similar carpet many years ago… At this point I noticed my classmate and childhood friend in the room, she had also participated in the project in the past. The team was together to create the handwoven carpet with yarns of all colors for interlocking the vertical and horizontal threads. I wished pink flat cardboard figures to be tightened to the carpet as symbols of everyone I met in life. For my surprise it was already done! When I asked the pieces to be tied with pearls, I was shown a set of beads in all colors of the rainbow. All was perfect, friendly and loving for creating My Carpet of Life.
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Tonight I woke up in the Void… in the Heart of God where there is no Above, no Below… Upon this I awoke, and beheld my heart as ALL was in MY HEART: God, the World, the Void… I WAS ALL = ALL I WAS… I found all in me: the Nest, Jesus, the Sun-Fire, the Moon-Lake, the Holy Hug of Hanuman, the New Dawn… IT is ALL ME… I am the Allness, the Wholeness, the ONE! I am the Whole… All I am WHOLE. A+men.
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In my first dream about Yogananda I saw him having a round yellow light in the middle of his forehead. It was like a flashlight or a medical mirror the ear-specialists wear. His eyes were closed – I knew he was indulged in intense inner investigation. It went on for long and as if he induced a hypnotic dream, I also closed my eyes in my dream and started to see everything as he saw. It was so strange, I can’t find words to describe… As if what I sensed in my dream had been identical with Yogananda’s spiritual experience. A remote isle, I was immovable by the savage storm of life. With closed eyes I could see objects, actions, motions sharply but they had no effect on me. I was perfectly aware of all the reasons of all occurrences. I sunk into a deep state of semi-consciousness yet being more alert than usual like a somnambulist who is dead sure where to step in order not to fall. There was an enormous peace in the myriad happenings: a total relief, an absolute solace that lingered after I woke up.
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In my second dream about Yogananda I saw his EYES. Their expression was sharply different from the photos taken of the young and of the older man – NOT because of his age. In my dream(s) I was wondering what might have caused such a big difference. While the photos of the youth showed an ambitious young man with chubby face and kiddo eyes visualizing his overseas career as a teacher of Indian yoga, the latter photos showed an extremely calm man in perfect – though elegiac – harmony with the world. On the first photos there was a Man and the World pressed against each other. Though humble, he was still anxious to realize his worldly ambitions. The older man in his fifties, after achieving more than he hoped for, stepped back, slowly blending into the firmament of the Cosmic Beloved.
SOVEREIGNTY AND SCIENCE
Dedicated to the Doers of GOOD DEEDS.
We would need so little to change this rotten world but the finding of this little part would need the courage inherited in all of us to erase false beliefs about who we are, to admit to ourselves that we had done wrong. … Avatars repeatedly remind us of what we have lost – our divine origin of LoveLight -, but apart from religions, (ab)using them to overpower one another, we do nothing. Life goes on mercilessly as before… Because the task is tailored not only for ONE, but for everyONE of us. It is what Ascension really means: everyone’s Salvation. Even the “second coming of Christ” cannot take off our shoulders the burden that God has assigned to ALL HUMANITY.
I imagined as a stranger approaches Jesus while he is praying in the Garden of Gethsemane only to give Him some sound advice about coldwar-tactics… A person who won’t let the mask-master put a little makeup on his face before the live broadcast starts, is authentic and genuine hence no one can suggest him to “fix” anything what his heart tells him to do. Be his journey safe and blessed. Horses are saddled, wings are on standby… READY-SET-GO!
MOURNING FOR ALL
As everything is falling apart, our world looks like a stinky septic cadaver-container, a morbid mortgage-morgue. The escalation of pain is immense in our age. It seems as if ordinary folks suffered a lot more in these days throughout their lifespan than Jesus suffered on the cross. But Jesus was SINLESSLY punished, NOT for his wrongdoings, but for his rebellious sainthood. Still he took the punishment without seeking revenge or wanting to prove his innocence by accusing others. Jesus even protected his ignorantly barbarous tormentors saying: “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they’re doing.” If he had been an ordinary man “of the world”, he would have said: “Father, look at this cruel, brutal, stupid mob! Do you really want to sacrifice me for these bloodthirsty sons of bitches?!” Jesus’ purity made it impossible for him to use ignoble means for unburdening his soul. His fate is a parable of the difference between “Heaven and Earth” = Human and Holy Truth.
SUFFERING is a natural part of life. It could be called the “Law of Pain due being Human” whereof so little has been said to people fed by ready-made spiritual fast-food. What makes us able to bear the suffering which accompanies our life is the LOVE of all our earthly loved-ones whom we walk alongside, and – at the highest level – God’s LOVE for us. Our natural suffering is multiplied by poverty, injustice, wars, oppression, exploitation, manipulation… in sum: by the UN-NATURAL usury of soul and spirit… We all are to realize that the greatest suffering isn’t caused by our unanswered prayers but by the IN-HUMAN “human conditions” that suffocate us for many millennia. May a “Critical Mass” of Compassionate Crowd work LIGHTfully to ACT TOGETHER in order to conquer all UNnecessary sufferings!
Our divine self-knowledge that all the power is within us to change the world around must become our everyday practice regardless of believing in God or not. This highest sense of justice, truthfulness, GOoDness, honesty exists in all of us because EVERY HUMAN IS A NATURAL BORN GOD before being deformed in the “melting pot” of power- and profit-driven marketplace “democracies” based on competitive consumerism. The moral growth into self-awareness is the answer to the Kantian ethical dilemma: “What if everyone did it?” =what if everyone BROKE the rules? referring to the necessity to accept our own responsibility towards everyone else by realizing our ultimate ONENESS. Jesus taught : “Do unto others as you would want done to you”… Kant says: I am never to act otherwise than so that I could also will that my maxim should become universal law. Walsch’s revolutionary book of revelations re-presents the evolved life-form of humanity in which at last everything makes sense.
BRAVE AND UNARMED, their only defence is the WEAPON OF TRUTH, for which the peoples of many countries are ready to lay down their mortal life as they are aware that there is something more precious than physical existence. It is the IMMORTAL SPIRIT of FREEDOM and TRUTH what has been planted in the soul of ALL LIVING THINGS.
Let’s celebrate the HOLINESS OF HUMANE, the renewal of the Sacrosanct Seal between Mankind and God glued with human blood.
TRUTH COMES OUT
One glorious day the TRUTH will set Humanity FREE whereby the essence of GOD, distorted by our anthropomorphic fancy, will become purified and FREE of our annoying snivel for “HIS” little tiny “miracles”, each for every day, one for everyone… After all, who is “HE”? IT is the ALMIGHTY, UNIsex, or I should rather use the word: SEXLESS SOURCE of Everlasting Energy, the All-Pervading Power “who” had been expelled by the churches and doomed to exile, to be EXLEX for many millennia, because we wished to cast IT (=”HIM”) for the role of the bearded handsome male, our Handyman-Superhero… Because we wanted to cast the ABSOLUTE INFINITE BEINGNESS for the role of a Dutiful Djinn, for the role of our Wonderworking Servant…
“NOW, HERE” we have a chance – like convicts on the death-row before their fate is consummated – to be absolutely TOTALLY TRUTHFUL to OURSELVES and to each other without the fear of being punished. Who can punish us?… We die anyway, what more can come… after the “Armageddon”, which is the holy dessert of the Old Testament’s gruesome God…
So let’s go ahead, think, feel, say what we REALLY THINK, FEEL and what we always wanted to SAY but were too coward to say it loud! We suppressed our genuine feelings for the sake of bastard beliefs which didn’t help only shackled us with smooth lies that suck.
All our life we were taught to be obedient, to adjust, to accommodate, TO BEHAVE, even to shut up without arguing and to silently surrender, succumb to the stronger. IT IS OVER AT LAST! LET US BE OURSELFVES, BE FREE! THE LIGHT COMES FROM THE GOODNESS, NOT FROM THE GODLINESS OF OUR HEARTS. THE LIGHT IS OUR INNER ONENESS WITH THE SOURCE.
WE ARE THE LIGHT-
MISTY AWE
The Phoenix never dies… It is the Bird of Birth… and Rebirth 7x7x7x7x7x seven billion times. Even if rain washes away its ashes, their every morsel will be revived by the Human=Divine Love be it unconditionally attached or on the contrary, conditionally unattached…
Like sunflowers turn to the LIGHT, all paths paved with sunny stepping stones of LOVE lead to Truth, Faith, Grace, Rebirth, Peace, Joy & Delight.
My dreams come from another Land… mOOnFlight with the Light…
May the Fire of Love be reborn from the ashes of the Dead!
“IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL…”
The hymn was written after two major traumas in Horatio Spafford’s life who was a wealthy businessman. The first was the great Chicago Fire in 1871, which ruined him financially. Shortly after, while crossing the Atlantic ocean, all his four daughters died in a collision with another ship. His wife survived and sent him the telegram: “Saved alone”. Many weeks later, as Spafford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daughters died, he was inspired to write the poem which since became famous. It speaks about a man who clung to God no matter what pain and grief befell him, making him lose everything but his faith.
“It is well, it is well, with my soul”…
Faith and JOY must be the natural state of humans just as REBIRTH is the natural state of the Phoenix…
The Moment of Truth is the Birthplace of Peace & Love in ONENESS.
Politically INcorrect FREEDOM
The first strophe of the Olympic Hymn: “O Ancient immortal Spirit, pure father Of beauty, of greatness and of truth, Descend, reveal yourself and flash like lightning here, within the glory of your own earth and sky.”
Let us pray for FREEDOM FOR EVERY NATION because none of us can be happy till one of us is unhappy, none of us can be free until one of us is oppressed. We are ALL belong together! Each soul is a piece of God, connected to one another by the interweaving fabric of our fate beyond human measure.
We must spread the truth through lies all over the earth!
As Martin Luther King said: “We cannot walk alone. ….. We cannot turn back.”…. Let us join until ALL nations will become FREE!!! Then we can sing together with Martin Luther King: “FREE AT LAST”…
W E………..A R E………..O N E………..!
Soaring LOVE
LOVE is more precious than brilliant stars, marvelous rainbows, sweet smelling flowers, blossoming trees. Love is greater treasure than bird songs in Spring, diamonds of dawndew. Love is everything, love is all. When we feel sad because of making a bad decision and try to imagine, “what if”, we are wrong. Decision is only the last action at the end of a long line of mistakes, misunderstandings, disbeliefs. If we really want to change our life, we have to rediscover the Love-Route we left a while ago. We must return to the Path of Pilgrimage for redeeming the love we promised to ourselves and each other in order to create a life of grace and holy bliss.
Every night before falling asleep I evoke the loving look of all people I have ever encountered in my life. I try to remember the EYES OF LOVE, their marvelous expression of selfless acceptance, without wanting something in return… I try to remember every soulful countenance I was gifted with during my life, even if it lasted only for a few seconds, even if it was offered by a stranger while sitting on the bus or shopping in the supermarket. I try to remember the persons who looked at me with a face full of grief-melting sympathy and interest-free love. I find an imperishable, unfading beauty in this divine jewel collection, worth holding it in my heart until the last breath…
LOVE IS LIFE OVER DEATH.
Cosmic GOD
Divine love is simple like all things that make life worth living. We don’t rise in God’s love by style, design, decoration or spiritual face-lift. This love is the beauty of Holiness and the Holiness of beauty. While carrying our United Soul of ONENESS burdened with sutras of sins and secrets, our wax-wings might be melted in the Sun. Shining Celestial Soul, light up the darkest angles of Humanity’s Heart to illuminate all illusions before melting them in your heat! Let us really RISE in LOVE wholefully with God! Life begins and ends with a single breath. Love begins and ends with Forgiveness. DIVINE LOVE never begins and never ends but dwells in Foreverness. Hail, small hours of Helios! Let my humble invocation reach your Magic Lantern! Kiss my soul with your ray, cast out evil and keep me near the Divine!
Our task is to re-form the Self in order to become like the Taoist monk whom the villagers invited to correct the “chi” by opening himself up to the ambience of the local environment and bathing it in the light of his own awareness as long as it was needed for the local energy to realign itself with the natural energy of Universe.
Maria Faustina, by living in the divine truth, was blessed with the marvel of simultaneity, of the “everything-happens-now” which is the timelessness of God, when there is no past, present, future, only an everflowing stream of NOW. As much as Jesus healed humanity through his death on the cross, did Saint Faustina heal Jesus’ agonizing, sorrowful heart in her own time which is our time, the time of the forever-presence of God.
I had a brief revelation of the importance of our past experiences, bad and good alike. They are parts of our “personal eucharistia”, the saint bread and blood through what our present is continually cleansed and blessed with an increasing awareness of destiny, individual and universal. Every event that happened to us, every person whom we encountered in the past, is a gift of sacrifice for our continuous salvation in the ceaseless present.
Healing heART
~Healing Breeze of Holy Breath~
Through Love we find GOD
Through God we are LOVED
Through Love we are ONE
Through ONE All is DONE…
~In TRUTH I trust~
Golden Tale of Love DIVINE:
A HEART filled with LIGHT
is the bright copyright of GOD.
At the end everything becomes pure and clear –
as clean and white as the sacred bones of our ancestors
buried in the ground…
…….in the SOUL of GOD
…where ALL is healed…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PEACE in silence
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ SILENCE of peace
Soaring spirit and soul
Spirituality is like believing in a God who is patiently waiting for me and when I finally arrive after wandering around, dumbfounded with those futile years wasted without Him = without me-SELF to ask Him in wonder: “Where has Brig been since we last met? Where was I as the one I should have been, whole and true, with the mark of God on my brow?” – God would answer me with the words of Solveig: “In my faith, in my hope, in my love.”