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8.12.2006

With the centaur, by the river

The climb up the mountain requires alot of energy and effort and action and, really, desperation. Once at the summit one can continue in the same mode and fidgit about alot, yet -- you are at the summit. So relax.

"What does this mean, mysterious centaur?"

Must everything be explained to you? (I have nymphs to be chasing in a drunken stupor...) For those of you who truly have climbed the mountain of influences, and Man #1,2,3 development, and have reached the summit, now be what you are. Stop fighting. Be meek. Stop defending. Be wise. Stop straining. Be joyful. Be at peace.

"You sound like you've gone New Age on us."

Relatively it's all different. Man #1,2,3 says "be meek, be wise, be joyful" and he has black rings under his eyes from all his inner chaos and rebellion and resentments. I am talking to those of you who have truly ascended to the summit of the mountain.

"So.....what should we do?"

[I edit myself]...just be what you are now. You're kings, behave as kings. You're prophets, do what prophets do. You're priests, be priests. You know your sources. You know how to get more from them. As you walk through the landscape, walk as a king, a prophet, and a priest. The fact is, though, you're still in the flesh, and glorification and heaven await. You are a pilgrim and a stranger still, for now. There is no point in trying to wring blood out of a turnip. Accept your current condition, and do with it what a king, a prophet, and a priest, an heir of the living God of all creation, a citizen of the New Jerusalem would do now. Let the seven books* I gave you keep you honest and up to speed. Make them into your essence. Continue to develop yourself with conscious shocks. Continue to develop all centers... Set aims, conquer them. Do God's work, glorify God. And stop looking at me like I'm pathetic! I know I'm pathetic! Don't be like me, half man, half animal... I'm only like this when I'm speaking to you anyway. The world is a mirror...you're looking at yourself... When a god appears to you...well....it will be different, won't it?

[*Holy Bible, Homer, On War, Wealth of Nations, Fourth Way, Thucydides, Plutarch]

Posted by c.t. at 18:45