THE ‘JOINING’

Two thousand years ago, as men mark time, there walked a Man among men, but different than all others for He was ‘joined’ in spirit and knoweth of all things - of what spirit is.

And He spoke of many strange things and with his hands, doeth many wondrous miracles, so much so, there were those who feared Him and that the hypocrisies of their lives would be uncovered. And so they contrived to destroy Him.

And there were others who believed this Man, each in his own way but of the world and of the way in which the world thinketh. And so it came to pass, in the many centuries which followed, there were countless men, each, in his own way, contrived to say what this Man had said. And they sayeth His words in their own words so that they add or that they taketh away.

Even so, each of these speaketh of this Man as one of them, as an earth man, who is not ‘joined’ in spirit, understanding not of His ‘joining’.

And so, of this day and of this hour, countless numbers live in a great hypocrisy, a great idolatry in which they have hung the effigy of this Man in mute mockery and testimonial of the savage barbarism which is in their hearts against things which they do not understand.

They have contrived among themselves, to eulogize His words and they sayeth as He said, ‘If thou believest in Me, thou will have eternal life’. So they worship Him, even in the bloody effigy of their own making, knowing not that as He spoke, that as He said, ‘in Me’ knowing that as He did that he was ‘joined’ in spirit and was, in spirit, all things. That if any man should know of Him and His ‘joining’ and what He was, what He believed, and all the other essences of spirit, then, truly this man would indeed have immortal life. For surely, if he understood all that this strange Man was, of the spirit and of the ‘joining’, each believer and each man who knows thusly of all this, would be likewise joined as was this Man. And, by the essences of all this knowing and joining, surely, then, immortality and life forever was the heritage.

Yet, as of this day, men bow their heads in a great idolatry, worshipping words contrived in their own minds which have been divested of spiritual virtues.

They have created a monstrosity of their own divulgences to the exclusion of sanity and reason or logic in the ever expanding, creative universe which is about them. They have abandoned sanity in the pressure of this symbolized madness.

For surely, how can this great hypocrisy exist and become as of spirit? For in this hypocrisy, man has created, unto himself, his own citadel. And if he persists in its constant erection, that he makes it his domicile, his habitation in this and other lives, then he will in time, become entombed.

If a man be ‘joined’ in spirit, he must, in all things, be creatively minded. He cannot think thusly, that it is of his world, or that he and others like him have interpreted these things within their worlds and correctly, each according to himself.

Rather, they should feel that, within themselves, and they should know that, within themselves, is the divine spark of intelligent reason which can be fanned into an immortal flame by the desire, within every heart to be creative, to be intelligent, to be ever conscious of this, ‘The Kingdom of Heaven Which is Within’.

So, each man cometh unto his time and place where he must choose between the world of his own making. The denominators of his own experiences can be as millstones around his neck if he does not turn them into the Essenic substances of spiritual manifestation.

If he cannot see creative logic and reason, the infinite resources which expand his consciousness, then he is indeed lost.

For, even as I am joined, so that you, too, must also be joined, that we may live in the House of the Lord, forever.

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 would 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 in 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 yieldeth him naught but sorrow and pain. For as 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 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 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? 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 again to 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.