Thursday, December 13, 2012

Listening in Silence


LISTENING IN SILENCE

There exists in the world today a great clamor made by the throng of people and machines as both collides in kinematic fusion that moves the world forward. In such a place where the din of humanity and technology makes it hard to hear the word spoken by the mystic Spirit, a man needs to find the serenity somehow in the hullaballoo to be able to hear God who speaks in the barest whisper of songs.
Where can man find such serenity in the riotous world of today? The answer is simply in AFRICA. And the AFRICA I speak of is not a geographical entity we all know but that sacred and original abode of peace found in the soul of every man which was lost to us when we became embodied in the womb, to be sought upon our birth and growing up where only we can hear God speak to us as our Creator and Oracle. The song of the sage says:
      In my grating
      Inside the sable tent
      I dreamt
      Of a trillion thing
                                     ( Nocturne  by Corvus brachyrhynchos)

It is the map to this new discovery that I will show to you who desires to listen in silence and it will be left to you to follow through or remain lost in the maze of noisome ignorance. The song goes further :

     I met with many moments
     And frenetic faces
    Milling around a maze
    Looking for the lasting figment
                                                            ( Nocturne supra)

In the map to AFRICA there are four keys. These keys are strongholds of the journey which must be with the sojourner at all times being the pass into discrete doorways and gates. The routes are also delineated in green, marked by metaphors, known by heart and tread with courage and truthfulness which leads to the Great Gate of Gold where God in His Infinite majesty lives. To the sojourners true to the course, who are chosen to reach the gate, will experience the ethereal serenity of the HOLY GROVE and hear God speak in clear whispers of lighted songs. The sacred song says:

   My wish when I came
   Was to seek in silence
   An antidote against chance
   And this abstruse time
                                             ( Nocturne supra)
     



THE 4 KEYS

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