The Second Coming

‘Immeasurable’ Residency and Exhibition Finissage @ the Blyth Gallery, Imperial College, May 2015

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The Second Coming

The second coming is not any one man, or one woman

It is the explosion of collective consciousness

When the hearts of men and women are opened and awakened

When the ability to respond (response-able) is greater than to react

When closing the door in separateness doesn’t sit well anymore

When one realises that what one does to another

Actually one does unto one’s own Self

For when one rises above the arrogance of the ego

One realises that in a Universe of infinite possibilities

Developing compassion means no longer taking anything as personal

For now the ‘I’ is no longer alone, it is a valuable member of the collect-i-ve

And the more people on the Planet there are

The more weird, wonderful and surreal

Everyone’s projections / reflections are gonna get

One is going to have no choice but to open to one’s divine human potential

Because the pain of staying the same will be greater than that of change

It is humanity’s destiny to evolve

As a species

Beyond the comfort zone

To awaken to the God / Goddess Self

To open to ones inner Buddha, Allah, Shiva/Shakti, Jehova, Krishna, Christ

Inspirational role models who demonstrated by example

How to work together to heal the self, each other, the Planet

How to redefine beliefs, change perspective, forgo judgments

Allow for emotional, psychological and spiritual evolution

Love and accept the unlovable within the self and each other

Forgiveness, everyday!

For no one person is free until we all are

And consciousness is a choice

Like a Yes or a No

As simple as binary

To a one from a zero

From an off to an On

Like a chain of dominoes

A viral infection

Of enlightenment

A colossal global cognition

Of conscious understanding integrated into Being

Integrated into our everyday choices

Training the ego, the mind and the heart

To align as one

Takes time and practice

But it can and shall be done

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Inversion

If

In this life-time

Ones soul-path appears to gravitate

Towards a ‘path of service’

Or even of personal-sacrifice

Then perhaps it is because in a previous life

One had already fulfilled ones creative principal

And actualised ‘The Self’

Perched high and dry at the top of Maslow’s pyramidal hierarchy of needs

Yet this time around the pyramid is standing on its head

Inverted, ‘The Self’ is at the bottom

Supporting the needs of the ‘Whole’

For once one has gratified and appeased the ego

Where else is there left for it to go?

What more is there to achieve?

Except to reintegrate back into the whole

To realign, transcend ones isolated pinnacle

Of I’m the King/Queen of the castle

To rejoin the rest of the motley rascals

In a more enlightened way

To actualise ones elevated consciousness

For what has been separated seeks unity

That which has been united seeks individuation

Purged from delusions of grandeur and self-gratification

The soul seeks to evolve

Further than ever before

In new ways that one cannot possibly anticipate or foresee

Or intellectualise from the perspective of the ‘I’

The journey of the soul supported by experiential understanding

Is how one can one truly ‘Know and Be’

Co-joined in harmony, a balanced dovetailing duality, a self-perpetuating reality

Which exists already, irrespective of you and me

And is futile to resist, lest one creates dis-ease of the mind or the body

And so, the only available option is to Surrender

When in deep water, become a diver…

Bread and Circus

Post-industrial London groans restlessly

Under a Lowry laden water-colour sky

Of concrete urban grey

Patiently observing the gaudy bauble of the bread and circuses

Pantheon of the minor media-celebrity, trivia, frivolous spectacle

Cements the death of a once celebrated, grandiose culture’s civic-values

Now homogenised, pulverised, diluted and perverted

Into the confectionary cabin’d-cribb’d cavity

Of society’s vacuous missing soul

Replaced with a prescribed sugar-coated illusory reality

That enslaves 80% of the populace, through a manipulative ideology

To perpetuate a false freedom, that never really existed in the first place.

 

A Riverbank by LS Lowry

L.S. Lowry
Bread and Circuses
Cabin’d-Cribb’d : [First coined in Shakespeare’s MacBeth 1607]

Golden Nuggets

Like following a trail of bread crumbs

Little nuggets of understanding

And inner pearls of wisdom

Are often revealed

Through a process of developing

A heightened sense of intuition

Combined with a curious nature

An inquiring mind

And a fertile imagination

All of which lead one to what appears to be

A series of fundamental universal truths

Often overlooked by society

In preference for amassing a fiscal income

Hence such visionary observations

May still exist beyond

Not only my own experiential realm of understanding

Of the human condition

But also those members of the population

Whom have obediently abided by the governing rules of the nation

Having been weened upon the business ethic from birth

After a lifetime of indoctrination

May find it hard to initiate change

Or contemplate an alternate priority

Such as humanitarian concerns and environmental preservation

Resisting growth to avoid change enforces control through limitation

And those not yet accustomed to certain levels

Of mental and emotional emancipation

Free from subliminally implanted desires and seduction of the ‘ID’

Will cling to the devil they know (old structures) at all costs

In preference of embracing the devil they don’t

Some sectors of the community will open-heartedly embrace change

Some will resist, and the rest will be ambivalent

So really only one third of the population

Will be psychologically and emotionally equipped

To deal with the collapse of the monetary system

Those still stuck in unevolved solar plexus energy

Will still try to control the situation

By force

In an effort to retain their power and authority

The solution to heart-centered choices

That include the entire spectrum of the community

I feel is only ever usually achieved

By walking a mile in another person shoes

So as to be able to extend compassion and empathy

As opposed to a self-serving, self-obsessive preoccupation

Think of it as a form of method-acting

For all anyone really wants

Is to feel understood and to be heard

Great strides forward can be made

Simply by listening

And acknowledging the needs of others

Rather than continually pretending

That they don’t matter or don’t exist

This only creates resentment and tension

Which by the nature of suppression

Will build over time

And like a pressure cooker

Be required to let off some s-s-s-steam

 

Elixir of Love

Strawberry Heart

My fears are not that I may cease to be

Rooted, steadfast, embodied in a world of physicality

And without fears too, for the deserted drying

Of heartfelt words, or inspiration

Forever drawn to all my time spent, in dedication

For no greater pleasure do I feel, may’st I apply

Whilst chained, imprisoned, in this dimension

My only freedom, flight of soul, needs must express

Such a deep felt love, for all humanity

A curious quest, I cannot explain

Impression’d on high from an invisible plane

So sublime, that poetic craft

Is not required; for metre, or to rhyme

Unless such craft imply, inject, ripened hearts

With the jewel of ‘inner meaning’

Inner truth infused with love

All pervading and genuine

Connecting precious principals beyond mere words

Which seek to make whole thus human kind

In complete align

So that intelligent insights into our complex universe

May penetrate not only the heart, but also the skin and the mind

Whereupon tinsel-gilded illusions

May fall away into nothingness

Instead replaced by a delicacy and a gentleness

A refinement of the senses

Through an indiscriminate understanding

That the elixir of love

Is wisdom plus integrity

And connects us all

To every single living being, or entity.

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I wrote ‘Elixir of Love’ in response to John Keats’ sonnet ‘When I have Fears’ which he sent in a letter to his friend John Hamilton Reynolds in January 1818.

‘When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
Before high piled books, in charact’ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;
When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till Love and Fame to Nothingness do sink.’

Similar: Holiness of the Heart | Love IS | Angels on Earth |

3am in New York

City-din distant rumbling

Faint honking-horns complain

Between engine-groan and motor-rev

And whoop-whoop siren wail

Night-time’s constant rattle-ho-hum

Of muted sounds merge as one, long

Quietly nestled moan

As the city rests but never sleeps

Like a watchful lioness

With one carefully slitted-eye, always open

Reproduce and Multiply

Our children

Are all parts of ourselves

Revealed to us

For all the world to see

True reflections of ourselves

Projected outwardly

More parts of the me

Myself and I

Not too difficult to see

Why?

We are also parts of God

And the Goddess

Made in one’s own likeness

Man, Woman and Child

Like the amoeba and the virus

Reproduce and multiply

Subdivisions of the big ‘I’

In the divine

Unconditional Love is mine

Is all of Ours

For we are all parts

Of the bigger picture, master plan

Whether animal, mineral, vegetable

Or human