I have been raking leaves since the last week of July– a chore I usually start in late September! I wonder, “Is the tree expiring?” but there’s a mass of crusty, brown leaves also on my neighbor’s tree. It’s happening again. Within, the season feels like autumn, but the summer heat is stifling. I want…
It is beautiful … this Horizon of Light! In His dazzling, white robe He shimmers and glides, lifting flowers that beam, like me, with silky notions, their roots in the Light. “Carry them on your eternal journey. There will be more at the portal of each Horizon”. “Thank you”, I say, feeling like the heavenly…
I thought of silver birds and Silver Birds flew by. “I want to fly with you,” I called, and one, his essence a silvery radiance, descended from flight, though I looked, seeing him, still there – Beautiful, having no blemishes of vanity. “Fly with Us”, he said, and all the Sliver Birds in flight turned,…
The landlord knocked on my door. “You’ll have to leave,” he said, citing some infraction of my lease I had not committed. I had seen him walking, heard his footsteps in his dark corridor long before he crossed the threshold of my door. Long before I allowed him to enter my presence, I had seen…
I must first thank Billie for sharing the incredible inspiration, Overcoming and Freedom. She spoke of the long years of working out karma, that it was not easy for her; in that expression, I saw myself. Also, like Billie, I have thought that I wouldn’t be able to take anymore, and in those times, particularly…
The time hath come to emerge from mislaid horizons after such trying wait, a lasting journey marred by abiding dusky taciturn valley gait, ego homesteads brimming with anarchic servitude to stout itinerant beasts of all kinds, unknowingly at the edge of vast celestial divides waiting silently aloft enduring injurious dells. Poised beyond what scanty human…
I walk on this elevated plane and hear the whisper to call myself The Second Pedestrian. I enter a great metropolis. People looking up think I’m lonely, lonely because I seem alone here; they know I’m not a townsman; I’m walking, busy walking … among the masses and now upon a suburban road, a…
Everything is so old. I’ve been here a long time, I can’t remember … but I know. I want to move on from these wearisome foothills, the valleys, the alps. All these people … I’ve seen them before, changing like lifetimes, but doing what they have done before. Me too. Is there a lovely glade?…
I am tired… I need a moment. The Watcher speaks: “Rest when you see the bluebird”. Who’s here? No one speaks and in the presence no thing is moved… no one moves but me. I have not gazed upon the bluebird. I see, I Love the constant Light of the Watcher, each Light, every Light…
I am thinking, “I want to write today,” and the scribe near me inscribes my thoughts. His quill taps, glides across the paper, my words appear…my thoughts, and I look down at him. The quill becomes pure ivory still feathery and lovely; it was golden and silky this morning, with braided edges. Why has it…
My thoughts circle gracefully back like swans into “ugly ducklings”. Their beauty, even then, did not … does not escape me. Nostalgic waves bring the seasonal man. He shouts, “Hello”! still wishing that fish could live on the land, and while he yearns, some move on to the deeper water, where we saunter along the…
Gosh, this happened only fifteen minutes ago and here I am! I went outside to put Ziva in her kennel and feed her as I do every morning. Afterward, I walked into the front yard. Turning back, I felt a Presence and almost immediately I saw Him, wearing an ecru robe–appearing to be standing, towering,…
“Cross the bridge or stay in the lowland.” I didn’t move when the bridge man spoke. I didn’t move toward the cold, metal bridge. “Go to the Light!” the bridge man shouted, Wanting me to hear, But I didn’t move… I didn’t move toward the cold, metal bridge. “I won’t go to another dark place!”…
The red cardinals were flying High again, but before they lifted their wings, Ipsy had asked, “Should you be allowed to go?” Conversing with Faron, he hadn’t noticed the purple, velvet bird descending, projecting spiraling globes of blue Light that was happily received by the Friends, particularly Faron. “The last time you went out,” Ipsy…
Marda Shaw was a nascent artist, sure of what she wanted to do in her life, but she had to get away from her mother who, for a very long time, had been demanding some replica of herself from the eighteen-year-old. That was the only way Marda could explain the woman’s actions–the things she did…
My hand moves across my brow, Yet, neither hand nor brow is there. Light! I see…I smile into It. Love sings to me, And bright halos cast “Hurrahs!” into the Crest. “More!” I call out– And brilliant Pinnacles wave! Light! Light! My Joy illumined… My Shelter, my Comforter, Regaling me. Submitted by: Naimah on 03/25/2016…
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“The Joining” Part One The Joining was voiced by the Higher Being overshadowing the Moderator in 1964. It is a message from the highest energies expressed into this dimension and carries great healing bolts! This video is an attempt to put images to His words. THE “JOINING” Two thousand years ago as men mark…
The Joining – Part Two The Joining was voiced by the Higher Being overshadowing the Moderator in 1964. It is a message from the highest energies expressed into this dimension and carries great healing bolts! This video is an attempt to put images to His voice. THE JOINING Part Two Dear Ones: At…
“This long road is not my path. It’s not fit for strolling,” He said. Lazy feet walked his dusty road. “I know you’ll stay,” He said, then mocked, “On a ‘garden path’ I cannot see, A beautiful thing to walk upon, Beneath trees that wave when you appear, When you’re near. And flowers And birds…
Giordano Bruno; 1548 – February 17, 1600), born Filippo Bruno, was an Italian Dominican friar, philosopher, mathematician, poet, and astrologer. He is celebrated for his cosmological theories, which went even further than the then-novel Copernican model: while supporting heliocentrism, Bruno also correctly proposed that the Sun was just another star moving in space, and claimed…
Buddha – Buddhism and Unarius Please watch video below about Buddha’s life and then listen to the Moderator’s dissertation on karma which pertains to the Higher Spiritual values in attaining a more expanded approach to your life. Please comment below on your analysis of these concepts from both set of ideas. Hopefully, many students will…
The Tortoise and the Hare By Ernest L Norman (Written in the 1960s) Almost everyone is familiar with the classic fables of Aesop and has from time to time heard of at least one or more of these moralizing stories. The Moderator of Unarius likes the psychology involved in these stories and occasionally quotes one…
DISCERNING There is within the eye of man The thing which he doth see about the earth And of these things he cries unto himself That he is greater yet than all of these And so he seeks with hand or tongue Or holds the sculptor’s chisel That he may carve the thing whereof he…
THE PURSE I came upon the man who weepeth And I asked ‘Why weepest thou’ And he answered that of this hour He had lost his purse and with it the coins Wherein was all his wealth and all of the things of his life So my voice crieth out within and I must needs…
My take on this is as follows, and I would love to hear from other students what their thoughts are. While you are of the physical you must have balance. Each person is like the field that has been planted with a kernel of corn. That kernel of corn symbolizes our spirit, and the field…
THE CORN AND THE GRAPE Hast thou thought of the corn of the field For in the grain thereof comes all the things of life Of the physical body And of the grape of the vineyard Wherein is the wine of this life Consider ye that while each as the Grain of corn or as…
ALTARS Seek ye not, before the Altars of man’s lusts Neither in the Temples of his own desires For in the offerings of flesh and wine Cometh only the needs of the body. For surely in the Temple of thy soul Before the Altar of thy Graces And in thy nostrils is the incense…
An Angel’s Way How oft it is that high above, in some bright lighted sky An Angel’s caught by planets rushing by An earthly place that spins a web of prayers that reaches out and holds Him fast And there within its earthly coils He’s born again, and lives within a body made of flesh…
The Word . And the Word goeth forth unto all mankind And the eye of the Word seeth all things And the ear of the Word heareth all things And the voice speaketh the Word unto man And in the seeing and hearing and the speaking Doth the Word become Love … for The Word…
Devotions – The Voice of Elysium Elysium is dedicated to the art of Worshiping. As the book explains, these crystalline planes of pure mind energy interweave and interlink with one another, providing progressive souls with a place of learning and development for future physical lifetimes–and for those who’ve advanced beyond the physical life, a place…
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