TEMPUS INVICTUS

The Joining: Part Two

Dear Ones: At this hour and in this

place, I again come to you.

And while I am of spirit, I knoweth not

the necessity of one hour or one place.

For surely in me, all hours, each is

joined in its proper place.

 

I come among you as one of you—a

man among men so that you knoweth of

me by name.

 

And my form yieldeth to thee—my body.

For surely as I am of this form and in

this place,

Yet I am not one of thee, but of spirit

And as such, I liveth not in the form or

in the flesh

But rather, the flesh liveth in me and

corrupteth me not.

 

For if ye should not see me thusly, how

should you know me, or how should you

call me if I am not known as a man and

only of spirit?

Then thine eyes yieldeth not my form,

neither does thine ears tell thee of my name.

 

And so it was, many years ago, I was

born among thee

A Man among men, to yield to thee the

things of spirit,

Each in its hour and in its place.

For surely, if you knoweth of these

things and from the spirit, each in its

time and in its place,

Then ye knoweth of Me, for I am joined

in them, and, in them, they manifest to thee,

Each in its time and in its place.

 

So it must be thusly, the joining of all

things and their proper placement.

For, as ye cometh upon them, and your

eyes yield their form and your ears

hear of their name,

Then you knoweth of them and they,

too, become joined in thee.

And in thine future, you, too, become as

of spirit Joined in all things.

 

And as spirit, so ye too, may rest from

among men the conquering ideals and

ambitions to be, as they are, each one,

a citadel unto himself.

For, as he becomes a citadel, so is he

turned to stone

And he yieldeth neither the form nor

the spirit nor will his ears heareth

celestial music

Neither will his feet tread the pathways

of the stars among those who have

become spirit.

Yet, if I were to speak to thee of spirit,

how would you know Me, or how would

you know spirit if you know nothing of

all things save that you have been in

and, part of, this world, each one unto

many lifetimes.

 

Man has not yet cometh to the time and

the place where all these lives have

yielded him naught but sorrow and pain.

For he is ever searching for that time

and place, and that hour when he, too,

is joined in all things and in all hours

and in all places—

And he knoweth of them all, yet holding

with all, the vision that here, too, must

be a new beginning

A new place to withhold a new infinity.

And a searching and seeking, and a

joining in the many ways of spirit so

that it, too, yields more of its own self.

For, in these things, are born the

essences of creation.

 

And, as the planets around their suns

spin in their mad galaxies of never-ending

and ceaseless motion,

So it is, in all creation, that these

things, too, must yield unto themselves,

what they are.

Not as they would be seen or as they

would be heard, but as they know of

themselves and how are they thusly

joined in spirit.

 

And so, as you ponder the many hours

ahead, and you are searching and

seeking and striving to join in spirit so

that I would have you remember me as

such, having joined in you, these

common things which I, too, have

joined in spirit.

Not common to you, but uncommon to

all earth men.

Only in the principles of creativity do

they become ever apparent, do they

become the sustaining virtues of thy life.

 

And that you should not seek as other

men do, nor should you seek among

them for this joining of spirit and all

the things of which spirit is.

For surely you shall find none of it -

for they have not.

Each man must seek and search among

the things of which he is

The treasures which he has stored in

the after years to the things in which he

has envisioned in his future

To his hopes, his aspirations and his ideals.

He must sift among the ashes of his

experiences for the last traces of

virtues which have been left by the fires

of emotion.

 

He must ever be conscious that, in this

world, there are many things which

seek to destroy and to nullify all that he

has thus joined.

For there is ever about him, the ways of

men and their undoing, each one unto himself.

And in their hollow mockeries, their

hypocrisies and their bigotries, they,

too, are searching.

They, too, must find the erstwhile

essences of spirit.

For, the longings in their hearts are

truly born of spirit.

For are not all things thus created from it?

And are not all things its substance and itself?

 

Each thing, good or evil, so contrived,

as each man seeth it in his own eye,

becomes as naught to another man in

his joining.

For this joining washes away these

traces of emotionalisms which yieldeth

the taint of sin, of strife and of turmoil

and naught is left save the pure golden

grain of wisdom.

 

Thus, man cometh unto the world and

he is one among the many denizens

which dwelleth upon its face and he is

nourished in its sustenances.

And he clotheth himself in its many

forms and he diversifies himself in

many other ways and thinks that it is all—

Yet, ever fearful that this passeth away,

even so as he sees these things vanish

from his eyes.

 

What then of the morrow? Are ye

yielded up again unto the abominations

of the earth world?

Will ye return to again wash thy

pathway in blood and tears?

To the final unending, ending of thy life?

 

Or will ye seek, among the ashes of

what you are, to gain these things of

spirit, these essences, which have, in

their many forms and manifestations,

lived through all of the emotional

tirades of thy existence?

 

Surely, then, this is the way of the

joining. This is the way in which you,

too, can again live and be joined in spirit.