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I guess something needs to be said about this.
- The publication and the dating of the entries document the origin for copyright.
- My right to free speech is documented by the entries.
- Your rights are as open as mine as long as you do not overstep either yours or mine.
- Above all is our right and our need to grow in understanding of our journey.
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OUR PILGRIMAGE
It is the journey of a soul;
Struggling to be free;
To see itself
In a world in which
There is no reflection for it;
Where the death it experiences
In that world
Is the loss of its own light;
So accustomed it becomes to it
That it learns all too well
How to kill itself;
How to give up its reflection,
Its vision of itself.
But it fights and it claws its way
Through a tiny sense of self
Consciousness
Reborn with each pilgrimage
Into night and darkness;
So that it learns
To refuse to be substance,
To refuse to be stone,
To want only to breathe and
To feel itself alive
In a universe of creation
Full of life, evolving
Within the love of a creator.
This soul is what must win in the end
If life is to persist.
The world that can reflect no light
Will remain in its own darkness;
The stone that will have no part
Of consciousness
Will await its return to the life cycle;
The life cycle will welcome every soul
That seeks its reflection and its light
In the creative source and
The redemptive force
Of being.
I call that creative source, God.
I call that redemptive force,
The Anointed, the Christ, the Son of God.
And love?
Love is the Spirit
Within and around and about them;
The reflection of which
Is sought by my soul.
To that end, I pray;
I struggle with my inclinations
To conflict and to sin;
I learn the necessity and the value
Of the cross;
I die to my own substance and
To the substance of the world; and
I live in the spirit of love
As I find it.
It is our pilgrimage.
2014.02.17.0500 ©
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