Wednesday, June 8, 2016

The Universe in Motion Part IV Through VI

The Universe Complete


Order of the Universe

Woe to the person who would think the universe should follow their order, desire, design, and woe to his doubtlessness compelling others to think all is preserved in the ways of his belief, and thinking! …
Instead of submitting himself humbly to the guidance of providence, God, to share in his discovers, he leaves out epicenter.
If s/he and his kind could only foresee all the misfortunes they bring upon themselves and others by not recognizing the full equation:
if one item is left out of the circle, it is not complete;
if one item is missing, something from all is missing, and must be filled with something else that is unworthy.
He throws a javelin into a crocodile’s eye to keep him at bay, lest his followers by and by, learn the truth other than his;
He has an ebon portal; he will bury history to save his hypocrisy.
How then can truth prevail, when truth is no more than what you wish it to be, this day or that day, or any given day? 
When truth is not in rebellion, let it fall where it may, do not harden the heart to make it fit one’s prejudices.
Be a true to thyself, and be a truthful scientist that knows what he doesn’t know—is something to be learned, if indeed s/he can be a listener.
Is it not true: one should know what one knows and doesn’t know, but should know how to find or what direction to go to, to find the answer to that knowing?
Know that the universe flows beneath the windows of God’s eyelids.
And those with closed hearts, and minds are hurled into dark waters to become food for the monsters of the sea!
Such a body will never surface, bloated with convulsions of agenizing cries, never to find the truth from the lie.

The Universe Expands

The Universe expands like a fat man’s belly, that is to say:
the Universe, in a like manner: with all its new born and present stable suns and moons and planets, and orbs and all its un-stabilizing explosions, and black holes and rebirths, and new galaxies,  like the fat man, inflates.
If there is a point to where enough is enough, who’s to say where that point is but God?
There is an end to the universe, but that end, extends.
The Universe has expanded for fifteen-billion years of growth, from a mass of black matters— pro and con: like man’s automatic nervous system: energy vs. energy, one pulling, and one backing off: a universe that was empty, to a universe now full of everything.
We reside in its quiet time, when it sleeps in a REM dose.
Still man is like a jellyfish, he can’t get a grip on it, —as far as theological views go—
These sort of people unconcerned, such hide their emptiness, through evasion, their voice rises out of the abyss of death, where resides their final and fatal light—; unknowing the universe of ‘before light’ and who gave that spark that ignited all.
They don’t understand, or wish to: the theme of formation, its Universe, its Creator, is not set down for one, in one place, but for all, in time and space:
to be gathered like golden nuggets, when God decides  within His time and space, allows, man to stop taking baby steps, and can leap;
But we must not forget, it is His, not ours.
It is a journey, and we must follow God’s lead.
First the physical, then the spiritual, the boat will not float, any other way.
From there, we then must derive all its meaning from the whole and from its end.
We are the only civilizations in time past, having a hard time to grasp God’s formation, His conception of the universe, because we have allowed God’s complete absence within our thinking: which is equally important, to the universal equation.
In time past this was something incomprehensible. 
But it is at this very moment, in the year A.D., 2016, God’s quest, is I believe to open a new page, a gateway to wonders discoveries:
to let the faithless people come in, or wander aimlessly into another sphere if they wish—
And for those who hold an opening to God’s awareness in all this, s/he holds history in one’s hands, and the source of all power and understandings of God’s motion, in the Universe He created, and we live, and that expands.

#4257/ 6-4 & 5-2016

The Universe Intertwined


A vision received of Christ in the middle of the night in June, 2014 by the poet.

Man must not become headstrong, unendurable, or mettlesome, nor can he not afford to bear contradiction!
Those who look long into the light are often times the ones soonest inflicted with blindness (arrogance and overbearing)
Man, God, Matter, —God wants to overwhelm us with discovery, but together.
Discovery must be above aggrandizement—
To man, science is a white elephant, to God it is just an ant, man has discovered, and is learning about, in His long catalogue of physics within the cosmos—
His architects!
We are his masons—
He makes us calculate, as if to say: how many silk threads of ells will it take to cover Angkor Vat!
There is no charm in all this, doing it alone!

#4258/ 6-4-2016

The Living Universe  


Underneath the Universe she palpates as if with sanguine ardor, as if she drinks the magic of the gods.
She hisses and expands: loud she bursts, and piercing she is.
She ripples with molting heat, and coiled verminous translucent light: flowing eyes, fair and fertile.
She belongs to a jealous owner, who resents no intrusion, lest it should come with evil intent!
And deeming themselves secure from his observations, bear in mind He is her creator, as well as theirs!

The Universe is elastic, a living thing, always moving her substance always in motion: filled with orbiting globes, nebulas glow, — drooped like branches, and looped like horseshoes.
She wears a threadbare tunic of matter, antimatter, atoms.
She devours suns, broken easily under her teeth, swollen, suffocated to a  strange fever, tossed into a black hole, wider than earth’s solar system, then passes them quickly in her belly—
To her bemusement, she creates a new galaxies with new voices, falling from nonchalant heights, from that old used up substance.    
Her benevolent drums heavy with ominous echoes, albeit of no language, looking up the thick boughs of her formation, to her Creator, she beholds Him, He that inspired her creation!
Man should do likewise!

But man has lost himself into a garden realm of black fruit: blood dark fruit, and there he stands among the stirred shadows of his mind, and says, ‘There is no God!’
Man has brandished a great sword in front of God’s face, light has seared his vision, and he will find himself running—
Running himself off a topless cliff.
To a cavern-mouth to be swallowed up.
And all he will hear is the laughter of the colossi demons—still burning at hell’s entrance.
And thus plunged incontinently into the dark ebon underworld.

#4260 6-6-2016