Thursday, December 19, 2013

BOOK PUBLISHED AT KINDLE STORE, AMAZON.COM -" THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST ACIENT GOSPEL DISCOVERED ANEW...."...also, in this blog - THE FEMALE HAND OF GOD, AND VERSES FROM "THE SONG OF TRUTH"

ANNOUNCING A BOOK PUBLISHED --- THE MATERIALS OF THIS BLOG and MORE --- BOOK, "THE SECOND COMING OF THE CHRIST, MOST ANCIENT GOSPEL, DISCOVERED ANEW"   at:  amazon.com....kindle store (author - William Milne)

plus IN THIS BLOG:  VOICE OF THE FEMALE HAND OF GOD..... and MORE verses OF THE "SONG OF TRUTH"

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                             I'm happy to announce I have published a
book, entitled:

THE SECOND COMING OF CHRIST, MOST ANCIENT
GOSPEL DISCOVERED ANEW

        The book is a compilation of some of these articles,
together with a new one.
         I hope you enjoy it.  You can find it
at amazon.com    at the "kindle store". It costs
$2.99.
         The alternative would have been to attempt
to get funds from ads run on the blogs.

           Any proceeds will be to keep me going
working on the Cliff-Top writings.
            The manuscript is over 200 pages long
and it's going to take all the nerve I posses
to keep at it.
            Funds from royalties will serve to keep
me a little bit comfortable. Any funds
above and beyond basic comfort needs
will go to  " BUILD A BELL ON A HILL."
            It's my dream to put a huge bell atop
the 150 foot cliff, and have it rung perhaps
 five times a month in order to popularize, 
make more people aware of the discovery
 of the new gospels.
            
(I'll be able to give tax receipts - to reduce your
payment of tax if you donate and you live in Canada,
through the Toronto Artistic Performance Society,
which is a registered charity; regarding tax receipts
for those of us in the U.S.A., I don't know how
to do it yet)

               
               
                It's just a sweet idea, Build A Bell On A Hill.
The hill is, of course, the cliff-top where
this book's writing took place.
                I don't have this well organized as yet.
You can always e-mail me at: zappadat@gmail.com
so we can figure out  together how to do this.

               I thank you for simply reading these articles.
I am touched, deeply moved, that each one of you
is joining me in this voyage.

                Without my blaming anyone in the past,
in the spirit of forgiveness, it is necessary
to create a New Christian Consciousness, by
melding the Gospels included in the Bible
with these earliest ancient Gospels which were
rejected and suppressed by the "Chamber of Commerce 
Bishops" at the Council of Nicea 325 A.D.
          The Consciousness that will be arising is
Christ Consciousness, and through us, our hearts
and dreams and meditative Minds, the Anointed One
will arise to Consciousness within us.
        I have absolutely no doubt about this.

                 

Re: The New Gospels: The Gospel of Thomas( the Source Gospel) is a must read.
But there are also: The Gospel of Philip and 
The Gospel of Mary  (all too short, so let's add 
The Thunder, Perfect Mind... a gorgeous poem 
written by the Female Hand of God)
                
Truly, I am so thankful.

          As I mentioned before, the poem written
on the cliff (at Temple's Gate), "The Song Of Truth"
is fourteen pages long.
          I'll eventually post the whole poem. But here
are a few verses I like this morning.

                                    

I have seen you walking
As if there's something that you Lack;
I have seen you walking
Up the block and back.

Where are you really going?
Do you really know?
Don't you know there is One?
There is one Man who knows.

He has seen you walking
With a murmur of delight;
He has seen your hidden loves
He knows the fear you fight.

Perhaps you haven't met Him,
But as far as that streetcar goes
He is standing on the corner
Watching the river flow.


There is nothing that is hidden,
From his hidden sight;
All those fruits that seemed forbidden
All those fruits that taste so ripe

He does not disdain them
All the fruits of life
He has given the Tree to be
Wherein the fruit has life.

He does not know the sin
The elders are familiar with,
But then again He makes the food
These others just serve the dish.

He asks that you eat well
He asks that you find bliss;
But He knows if you forget Him
There is much you will have missed.

And it is a shame to miss Him
As Life turns into death
For while the clock keeps ticking
He gives Eternal Breath.

Were He not liberating,
You could ignore His breath;
But it happens, as He is creating
He is in the midst of Rest.

Our life is a Forgetting
At least it often seems to be;
We always are forgetting
What causes us to be.


                                       (C)1980 by William G. Milne







I know the rhyme scheme is simplistic,
almost too much so...but it has something,
doesn't it! 

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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

A POEM, "THE SONG OF TRUTH"; WRITTEN ON THE CLIFF-TOP, TWO EXERPTS


        I though, with some of the amazing experiences that occurred at the cliff-top
hut, I thought what was being written was a new testament
of the Holy One. I was going to call it the New Testament, but that seemed
outrageous... and I was trying not to do any more outrageous
things for a little while. 
         The Cliff-Top writings from  that sacred site of power,
I guess  "Hymns from Temple's Gate" will do as a name
for now.
          The writings were certainly
done in the spirit of hymns
          I'll   type at least some of the cliff-top text every few days and post it...

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The Song of Truth
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Forgiveness remains in the world,
After the True One has left;
How could He ever go away
And leave his children bereft?

For without True Knowledge
How can one ever live?
Need one go to college
To learn how to give?
Forgiveness remains in the world
So long as there is something to forgive.

                                                                                                                               (C) 2000 by William G. Milne
                                                                                                                                 All rights reserved.





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         I'm picking  and choosing verses according
to what appeals to me today. Some of the
verses appear overly simplistic, but I could
be wrong.




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Perhaps you have not heard Her name;
Her mercies haven't touched you yet,
But when you wander that lonely lane
There are angels who don't  forget.
Our life is a Forgetting,
It is a sickness to Forget;
For the healthy man remembers
There is One more strong than death.

There is one True Physician
She will cure your needs;
She will administer unto you
He protects your Seed.

He has always known you,
Though perhaps you have never met;
He does not forget you,
Though you tend to forget.

He is the true Physician,
She is the angel of the night.
He is the true Musician;
She walks the neon lights.

They are waiting for you
This True One we shall call two;
One is waiting for you
While you are wondering what to do.

There is a glance of recognition
There will be no mistake
Just as he who eats the pastry
May meet He who bakes the cake.

She walks with fishnet stockings;
A red dress and high-heel shoes.
He is also fishing
The two they fish for you.

To whom then will you listen?
At the ending of the night?
Will you hear dogmatic positions?
Or will you know an Inner Light?

The neon light is shining
Beside a streetcar named despair;
You don't need to tell me
Who is walking there.


                                              (C) 1980 William G. Milne
                            


About the poem, The Song of Truth.
 
                        I wrote it on the rocks of the cliff, just at the edge of some heavy bush.
The wind was blowing in gusts and my hands were cold. The pine trees near me 
leapt about in the wind. I could look down from the cliff and look
at the treetops of the forest below.
                       It was a strenuous walk to get back to the cabin, so I kept using
this blunt black pencil... writing into a hardcover notebook.  Each verse filled
a whole  page  - a pretty crude attempt at scratching down a message.
                      The rhythm and rhyme you could find in any
Hallmark greeting card. At first glimpse the poem looks like doggerel ...
That is, until you read a few verses 
and you see   intelligence at work in the poem.
                 There's a profundity of thought
you won't find in any greeting card store I'm not
comparing myself to William Blake, but the
 simplicity of the language in  "Auguries  of innocence" ...
come to mind.
                Remember this was written in the bush and
I was sitting on a rock... and I was blown away by the experiences
I had been having in there...Also,
 I was in a very pure place within. I was an empty vessel.
I had been hollowed out almost at birth and  now  I was cauterized
with Spirit, as I worked on these materials.
             I didn't take a lot of breaks....The situation seemed too
urgent to me.
             
              The voice that was speaking through me had to be
heard.  As I confronted these newly discovered ancient gospels,
for sure I wasn't writing all the passages. 

           I didn't do intricate, jazz-like rhymes.  My hands were
cold and I was writing  with a blunt pencil, which I kept
sharpening on  rocks...  I didn't want to break the
flow.
          
         The   Song of Truth is fourteen pages long, and may
well need some careful editing. I won't attempt it now, because
I'm living in the midst of electronic devices and media,
and my mind feels clouded.
           In other words, I'm not smart enough for the task!

.          I just noticed a verse I like:

           The Answer to the Problem
            Philosophers wrestle with:
            The Answer to the Problem
             Is that no Problem exists.





                                                                                                                                         (C) 1980 by William G. Milne










 

CLIFF-TOP WRITINGS CONTINUED, HYMNS FROM TEMPLE'S GATE





Jesus said: "See, my poetical friend.
I am the true Poet, the one and only
Source of Poetry. If you will know Me,
you will know Yourself."

The poet said: "But, You are the last
Prophet. you are the True One. You
are the Christ. When did poetry
become Prophecy?"

Jesus said: "My good friend, Poetry
was always Prophecy, from the very
beginning, and so shall it be until
the end, which there shall never be.
For verily, verily, I say unto you,
beyond all time, there is poetry.
You, son of infinite Beauty, soon
you are destined to see."

The poet said: "And what shall I
see, Lord?"

Jesus said: "You shall see Poetry."

The poet asked: "Beyond the beginning
and the ending, I shall see Poetry?"

Jesus said: "The beginning is the ending;
the ending, the beginning; and there
never shall be an end; and there never
was a beginning. But I say unto you,
this heaven and earth shall pass away,
yea, the very sky shall pass by, but
the Poet shall never die."
        "But see, poetical friend, so many
who seek, so many also who remain
asleep; be good to such as these; for
all of these, every son of Man is of Me.
So be merciful, my helpful friend, and
you shall be judged accordingly. For
as a man judges, so is he judged. So
it shall ever be."
          "In so much as you are good to
the least of these, you are good to Me."

The poet said: "But what would you have
me do, Father, wha would you have 
me be?"

Jesus said: "I ask merely that you
record this new Gospel; that you see
it rooted deeply in the soil of the
True One, before you leave, and
come to Me. I ask no more of you
than this: record faithfully... and
use your gifts to see the True Vine
planted freely. Do I ask too much
of thee?"

The poet said: "Master, what you ask
is my Destiny."

Jesus said: "I know it well, friend. So
shall the prophecy be fulfilled. 'I shall
come again.'"

The poet said: "But, Lord, You never
left."

Jesus said: "How easy is it then for
Me to come. So shall the prophecy
be fulfilled. "I shall come again."

The poet said: "You who have been
from the beginning of time, the beginning
that is the end. I could write endless
stories of You; but what purpose would
that serve? Would it serve your End,
stories that He who has always been,
has come again? What an unlikely
servant you chose in me."

Jesus said: "Yes, but I say unto you,
you would not have come to Me, had
you not sinned."

The poet said: "Well, then, O happy
fault, O blessed sin, that he who is
lead astray may through wickedness
be found again. Then indeed is the
whole world part of Your Mercy.
If You will receive such as me."

Jesus said: "I do receive you, and
you shall receive Me."

The poet said: "O happy ending, that
makes such a beginning."






                                             (C)1980, by William G.Milne
                                               All rights reserved.

Friday, December 6, 2013

CLIFF-TOP WRITINGS, JUST TEXT... VERSES FROM TEMPLE'S GATE








          Jesus said: "Finally the Father sent
His Son to receive the fruits of his lands, 
saying: "Perhaps they will respect my Son."
But the husbandmen, knowing that he
was the heir of the vineyard, they
seized him. they killed him. Whoever
has ears, let him hear."
        "But the Son is always here, and
builds a new Kingdom for those who
would face death and conquer fear.
The Son builds for the hungry ones
who would be filled, not for those who
are asleep. When the harvest is here,
it is most easy to separate the chaff
from the wheat, the weeds from the
living Seed. They are separate already,
living in different realms in the same
Place. I am here. I wait for you.
The Father has given you the Son,
that you may know yourself, and
that the two may become One."
        "Many are standing at the door,
but the solitary are the ones who
will enter the bridal chamber."

         "Let him who has power renounce
it, until he sees the true Light which
is hidden in the Image of the Life of the
Father. If he is worthy, he will not
taste death."
         "Why do you wash the outside
of the cup? Do you not understand
that he who made the inside is also
he who made the outside?"
         "Come to Me, for you
are in need. And once that need
touches you, it will never let you
be: that need for the Truth."
         "I will give you what is Mine,
that which is Mine shall be yours
also. For verily, verily, from
the beginning  til the end of time,
what is Mine is yours, and what is
yours is Mine."
          "Whoever drinks from My mouth
shall become as I am and I myself will
become he, and the hidden things
shall be revealed to him. He who
lives on the Living One shall see
neither death nor fear, because he
has made himself worthy. Woe to
the flesh which depends upon the soul;
woe to the soul which depends upon the
flesh. It is necessary to make the two
One. And then My Kingdom, which has
always been here, will come."
        The poet was silent.