When The Spirit Calls

I awoke at 2 a.m. one night and spontaneously wrote out these lines. They are the unfiltered musings from my unconscious that have no logical message. Rather they are a window looking into a foreign land where even the colours are strange and mysterious.

There are no punch-lines or meanings here, other than the ones you choose to create.

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It is what existed before anything, or anytime, existed -

what was before the Universe was and what will be when the Universe dies.

It is magic, belief, faith, love, all that is intangible and indefinable.

The spirit is the void, it is the potential of all that is, and could be.

It is the space between the notes music from which all was and is created,

 the nothingness from which all is born.

It is timeless, it is all that can become.

It is the air we breathe and water fish swim in, the invisible all around us which we never even notice,

and yet it gives us life.

It is all becoming, all awareness, all life that senses “I live!”.

It is total wakefulness, total honesty, total pain, total joy, all suffering it is the TO BE.

It is a state in which you are totally over-whelmed, where your sense of sense has vanished, absorbed like a   drop of water in an ocean. You are gone, and yet you are still there, only now you are not separate but part of the all.

It that union which transforms two to eagerly become one flesh.

It is all that cannot be named, all that cannot be known.

It has infinite power, but can do nothing directly by itself, because it is everywhere and nowhere and in no-time.

We live but to die.

Death is the ultimate cruelty, or is it?

It is birth and death - Spirit is at the centre of all transformations.

It is what ‘is’ when two become one.

It is what is created in the space of when you lose yourself in the beauty of a sunset,

it is that realization that we only have each other in a lonely  and uncaring universe.

All that we can do when we recognize the Spirit is love and cherish each other because all life feels that same sense of loss and isolation and despair that you do -  knowing that we all doomed to die.

And yet… and yet… hope springs eternal and the crocuses bloom through the melting winter snow.

It is what remains after the answer and before the question.

 

 

 

 

II

 

When you cry out at another’s joy or another’s potential pain, the Spirit it there.

Deep, deep within, the Spirit is what you feel when you can shake your fist at the heartless night sky full of beautiful and cold stars and ask; “Why, or why did she have to die?” 

That is a hint of the spirit, for it is all that is shared, which is ALL.

All we ever know or feel or experience is but a whiff, a faint aroma of the spirit.

We exist in space and time, this is not the reality of the Spirit, as the Spirit knows no space, no time.

To smell this intangible Spirit we must lose ourselves, for when we lose what is most dear we open up our souls to the great unknowing, the truth far beyond knowing, a truth to fearsome for most, if not all, of us to every face, without, perhaps, going slightly mad.

A holy madness?  A joyous madness?

Or perhaps a madness that is sane while all the rest of, cocooned in our shells of materialism and logic are truly insane.

When all is gone: our health, our strength, our child or our spouse, only when we have lost everything, even a sense of time and space and self – only then do we have access to the Spirit.

The Spirit is beyond good and evil, so that we risk accessing evil or good, destruction or unity, when we call upon the Spirit.

Thus the Spirit is the ultimate danger, the ultimate secret weapon from which we have no defence.

Which Spirit we experience depends upon how and who we are: what we are like when we  launch ourselves into the Spirit world.

If you seek violence you will find violence and be justified is returning a message to your fellow men that violence is the key to the Truth,

If you seek bliss, you will find that too, for the Spirit contains all.

It is the more dangerous, more sublime, more beautiful and more terrible than your worst nightmare or most inspiring dream.

We get what we choose when we search the Spirit World, and when we return the Spirit within us can unleash upon the world anything, any terror, any blisss.

It depends upon our discipline - for we create the thoughts and actions that transform what may be and what could be into what is.

All other life, all keys to the material world, is unleashed when a conscious being lets the unformed Spirit into the Universe of matter and energy.

Loneliness is the key to this unleashing. If loneliness is our greatest fear, it is also our greatest friend.

Spirit is loneliness yet you are actually never alone – all that IS is also you, for all that is created is Spirit, including and especially you.

So, explore your loneliness, be quiet, be still, stop thinking, don’t feel, just experience, and eventually, with training and discipline, the Spirit, for better or worse, who is always with you, will become manifest within you. And then you will either become free or a slave, depending upon who you are and what you choose.

Then you will either be truly and completely alive, go insane, or die.

 

III

Life is dangerous, the Spirit even more so.

When you put it all on the line you create an intensity and focus that is gives you unparalleled focus and creativity.

That intensity is what life is all about, it is what makes life worth living.

You live once and then you die.

But death is not the enemy, it is your best friend.

A friend who makes sure you put it ALL on the line, so you may totally and completely and unabashedly live.

Anything that takes away that intensity is the enemy.

Thus our enemies are drugs, fear, complacency, ignorance, and shame:

not death.

Death should be your best friend, your constant companion.

Rather be afraid of those who make us afraid of dying so that you don’t live –

         they are the enemy.

They are against whom the Spirit struggles.

They, be they ideas or emotions or ideologies or people -

they are who you fight every day of your life.

And when you quit fighting, your soul dies.

Your body may live for a little while, but that essential spark placed within, the you that is the Spirit of all that could be,

is quenched.

Then it is time to cry,

then tears like a river should flow.

So cry, cry tears like a river

for all those who are not living in the Spirit

Cry that they may find the holy fear and holy bliss that is our only companion in a dark and lonely Universe.

Cry out for the Spirit, to the spirit in each every person you meet.

Each of them a precious splinter of the light.

Each of them an infinite treasure.

Cry tears of gladness. Cry out. And never stop until your very last breath.