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    • The lost years of Jesus (Last post by Jamie Stick)
    • Quote: what if for example he was baptized by John and went into the wilderness for 40 days and nights no food, tempted of the devil what is to say he didnt achieve Nirvana? An interesting idea, but what do you mean when you say Nirvana? I think there are a lot of different ideas about what that concept is.
    • From time to time a poem (Last post by Alexandre Orion)
    • ἀρχάγγελος *... and moulded around a bright compass of prospectives on yesterdays twisting and spinning, double-timing and tripling, tripping back upon Themselves in icons and effigies of fugitive phantasmagorical figures of changing Times and morphing Cosmologies, Cosmogonies and Chaoses there – where here was – when moments were carved apart from something more solid – state of the Art representations of non-presentable objects objecting to closer scrutiny than feelings flooding though and around-about the point, that of view, that of exactitude and that of turning … the Angel walks in devils' lands, his hands held only together – yet all the more tenderly – by the curiosity of what being Angelic may be like, likewise stepping over and on bones of those who explored there before, making the map and becoming the land where Angels fall from Grace into Love-making them much more Cherubic but a little less prone to Wis-dom, where, in at least eleven dimensions, the living landscape of bones and hearts bound to beating beckon in every impossible direction the most confusing of solicitations, invitations and seductions : all with clearly posted “No Trespassing” signs of sweetly sighed after-Life promising a brutal Ejection back into Grace-ful map-making and bleached white, suchlike the Pawn that wasn't really there in the Game(s), masquerading as an up-ended Other, taken up and out as quickly to become a more authentic thing with a quite artificial absence … the hand held there, guided gently, glides over alabaster tenderly intended and imitating a caress – imitations by sincere intention of stone and precious gems so common in hydrocarbon rich climates – vapours and veils un-twofold in desperate desire to flee from the most moving moment of beauty a Living thing could ever know … as tears fall from eyes fixed on the opening, hoping and fearing it could close at any second-chance and second-hand held fragment of thought piercing the space-time between heartbeats ; Angels are really rarer than most cemeteries and museums would suggest and they find one another all the more rarely and only in desolate, desert greens and public works in progress, along roadsides and under the shifting quicksands of the hourglass whirling 'round wildly out-of-control … Collisions of stars-crossing paths between constellations erupt dazzling displays of colour and metaphors, hypnotising mishap victims, making them come to Life again ; forgotten daylight seeps into the grounds for punishment predicted in tales of instinct and envy as shipwrecks take up where accidents of confession and of honest Nature left off under the autumn leaves, the waxing crescent moon and the echoes of “if only” … Taking turns at time-taking and telling now, with stories un-told about how much was taken or mistaken for making every other thing but Love under the spread-sheets' columns of karmic debts paid in full at just under thirty pieces of silver-lining beginning to rain, every drop a gemstone, an ocean, a Universe teeming with Life, exchanging Chaos for Cosmos with every down-spiral galaxy and up-rough draft … the Angel scoops up and contemplates inquisitively a handful of dust that was once (and Could Be again) the vitality of a young poet on the other side of Ever-more, a couple of calendars ago and pipe-ful of memories from distant Worlds all going up in smoke-signals drifting unseen, unread and unWanted out over the sea ; Fourteen fortnights to light a contained reaction suspire and laugh away toward the Inferno kindled by a mischievous smile cast across the Non-sense gulf, the Absurd Sea and Oceans upon Oceans of Longing to sleep and maybe dream here – where there was – again another night … oneiric passages into tighter corridors between Detachment and Desire are shaken awake quaking by and ever deeper into the Violence of Heartbeats, the second-hands held stopping the tock-tick-t-o-c-k-*s from progressing into the following hours, profane and earth-bound, by the soundest of Reason to not claim the quickening until the next and next-most daybreak's break-fast … Tables turned and torn apart from the gravity that got terribly grand, masses expanding with every other benediction 'til it just couldn't hold their weight, but did anyway by some magic or metaphysic or metaphor, colourful or not, believing one or a dozen things and horrified by as many more, hoping for com-passionate praxis some-wherewithal throughout the Pleiades, knowing no greater affection than kisses savoured sensuously only in their Intention … Angels are mostly Immortal, dying only from snakebite-size instances of Disbelief or δοκεῖν which hide insidiously in the folds of garments worn only for the Show and Telling of Faerie Tales through which mysteries are revealed by crawling crippled with weather-worn wings out of shipwrecks, across the bones and by the “No Trespassing” signs re-transformed into symbols back into sacred space-time, eternal 'in illo tempore' and 'happily ever after'-Life, united in an inconceivable advaita as before the carvers came … Homes begin before they are ever built – across bridges over chasms and into clouds thundering heavy from the bonds that strengthen them – into more solid states of being, artful and authentic, up-ended or not, only a little backwards in mirror-like reflections of Grace-making and face-saving gestures helped by and held in Angel hands … Gazing up into a starscape, checking the where here has become now by recognising constellations and the traffic through them, the flow of tears tells time more accurately than clepsydrae ; joy and sorrow swell up and burst out laughing at the notion of Nirvana and the relief it brings to home-comings and playful outings … Folded wings and wrapped in episcopal arms, free-falling into all Art, this delicate Angel sleeps off his adventures beyond the signs, beyond the map, beyond time-taking and telling ~ for philosopher~priests love so richly, crescendoing to apotheosis, raising cupfuls of sweeter ambrosia than known on Olympus (yet brought surely by the same cup-bearer) and wiping away the spill-splattering of sticky and attractive images of delights and terrors from the residue of the real, dripped, drizzled ...* Alexandre Orion 29 août 2015
    • What would you expect from a knight and apprentice... (Last post by Alan)
    • Because of the independence that this online community enjoys, it seems to me that Initiates and Apprentices should be self-directed as all mine are and were, and so I act with that reality in mind. Jediism is a discovery of the reality of the Force and so for me there is little I can really teach, so like Jamie stated, I simply ask questions. J.K. Barger and Luthien continue to walk the path that is before them; applying their Jediism in the living of their lives.
    • Workout Check-In Thread (Last post by Exarchias)
    • Running 1,5Km 20 x 2 x ( x 2 hands) 3 kg biceps full swing. 20 x 4 push ups 20 x 4 air squats 20 x 2 x ( x 2 hands) 3 kg biceps full swing.
    • The law of Sin? Or the Law of man? (Last post by Gisteron)
    • Quote: ... I have done research and compiled my data to share with everyone. Quote: ... they also said they did some research and they know they didn't... Quote: ... I am merely going based off what I remember... Good. Now we can go on and share opinions, if we want. I look forward to it. :)
    • The Joy of Goth (Last post by Loudzoo)
    • I read this article and thought I'd share it: As someone who has found great solace in melancholy music at certain times in my life it resonated strongly with me.
    • Hell: An ancient myth or, a factual spiritual pris... (Last post by Corwinani)
    • Could You imagine that anybody from any reason lock you inside some labyrinth of tunnels underground and after the death of Your body, Your self-awareness stay there as a lost soul, forever (for thousands of years) wander and searching for the way out, thinking how to get out ? After some time You will certainly forget what actually you are looking for - no joking, but all the time sleepless aware of yourself..... Why You cannot just die and go to where all other souls going after death? Because this is designed prison for Your soul ... under the labyrinth there are underground rivers and together with special ceramics stones are creating some very special kind of energy which human soul cannot pass over. And of course only earthquake could change it, which did not happen in many thousands of years. And on the ground the special kind pyramid has been build so you will never escape the way up. This i imagine the Hell must be. Actually this possibly real and there are certain indication . In case of interest please see Bosnian pyramid underground on Youtube .... Let the Force be with You
    • Chi? (Last post by Jeriko)
    • I have a little experience here in that my father was a Tai Chi Chuan practitioner and at his most focused he was a rather good teacher. Connection to his chi centre, (the dan tien, which is located 2 inches below the naval) was indeed strengthened through years of chi Kung, form repetition and pushing hands. From what i remember Chi kung was one of the easiest things to fit in to a busy life as in its essence it is standing still but it kind of meditation as well. I would say though that i do not believe it's utilisation can be achieved through reading. My father studied and trained for over 16 years and taught for a further 4-6 and i still remember him coming home and getting me to be his training partner after class because he had made discoveries and advancements that he needed to test. I'm not a small guy and i have gone through doors and almost through windows from a simple and soft 1 inch punch from my father. The strength that can be obtained is unbelievable and difficult to convey in words. I think you need to feel it to understand. I believe the book Cultivating the Chi by Chen Kung may be of use to you.
    • Your Cave of Evil (Last post by Sven One)
    • That is really intresting. Perhaps maybe thats true maybe when you go to be with The Force you leave The Cave?

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