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EMBLEM OF THE DUST February 25, 2015

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EMBLEM OF THE DUST

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

I am but the emblem of the dust

Blown smoothly away by the wind.

Born from out of the dust

Where rests the cosmic elements

Over a century known in all;

Nurtured within the womb of Terra

Mother of all Mothers;

Delivered as seed by Firmament’s demiurgos

The ultima pater noster;

So was I born, a dust.

Chartered was my life through sojourns

By my Self

Betwixt worlds

Of shadows and sunlit dales

I the dust, I the crafter.

Molded was I so exquisitely humane

Betwixt cast of the hardest metals

Harder than Bernardo Carpio’s will

Was I nurtured out extruded

I am my own furnace, my dust I am.

Founded was I a warrior

Crafted in the trade of the blade

Whose countenance is blanketed with Courage

A most scarce diadem;

Bear I the Will to thrust the majestic sword

Unto the fleshy morsels of obstacles

Conceived by Existence, Uncertainty, Death

That I rise, am I arisen

I a dust, yet a Warrior.

Blown forth am I the dust

Blown forth by my own Will

Astride winds sunbeams waters

Ne’er fixed and transfixed neither

By mischievous forces of diabolical climes

Now dust am I, my Will wind

‘Tis my starship to galactic

Worlds of humans.

What has come to pass in my biographic trails?

My Past and Future, of what constructs made of?

They I’ve myself made

I the baker who’s always been attending

To chores of my oven’s commands

I’ve had my whereabouts made

Even as Future and Past cancel out

In the nothingness of the Omnipresent Present:

Time is but non-Time altogether

A leaf that has crumpled in its own face

‘Tis but a premise of one who’s never lived

So is it a pest that distracts awhile

And later fornicates in its death traps.

What’s the most illustriously true

But that I the dust was ever present

In time as time to me was spent a-non

I therefore live forever.

I’d gazed at the celestial mirror

And glanced at Eternal Thou

Or was it? Eternal Thou? What’s it?

A chimera derived from my own image?

An extract from the prurient I?

Or is it the whole Kosmos focused

In the magnificent galactic lens so said?

O! Kosmos! O! Nature! You are Eternal!

Am I Thou?

Please whisper the answer softly

In my ear

Amid the hypnotic melodies

Of the celestial music…

I so earnestly await thy response!

Wherefore the dust shall have gone forth

In the tapestries and gourdian knots of Nature

To be a part of and yet not

Of elements among whom it had immersed

As the Ego does to the countless Alters

It “Is” now and yet “Is Not”

A concrete now and yet a phantom as well

The moving and the rested wedded together

It is, it is such, it is

For and only for it to scale altitudes

To where it fuses with the bounds of its source

It is the changeling, the changeling

That dons the matterly cloak: the Kosmos

Of which it Is:

The Iota and the Whole are One.

Henceforth shall it have known

The All and the Self

Finale regal of its sacred mission.

That I am: the dust

Caringly blown away by the wind.

[Writ. 19 Feb. ‘92, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

REFLECTION

Another poetic piece of mine that is deeply steeped in mysticism or the esoteric. I was already a practicing yogi at this time, already mentoring seekers for some years when I wrote this piece. It speaks of couples of core universal principles, inclusive of the Law of One. It reveals the Parabrahman (the All) and the subtle notion of Oversoul.

There is more to say about the matter, but I’d as a guru prefer to leave the archetypal and esoteric items in the poem to be unlocked by the seekers and mystics themselves. A guru must always leave some space for seekers to genuflect and meditate about rather than spoon feed them with floods of knowledge and truths.

As a matter of personal revelation, in case that I would exit physically, I wish the first lines of the poem to serve as my elegy. Humility and magnanimity are of utmost import to any Aspirant, which I strongly stressed in this poem.

 

Ra

 

April 2011

 

PINATUBO MOUNT OF TRIUMPH February 17, 2015

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PINATUBO MOUNT OF TRIUMPH

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

Petrified is our inglorious state as people

Crystallized, our hopelessness and shame

We are but loathsome slaves on Planet Earth

Unfit as subject of a stately epic.

A nation of sleepwalkers we are, unblessed

An utterly coveted and sick people of Asia

Wantonly plundered by gluttonous alien Titans

And so too by local lords of similar mold.

Need we rise up from the mortified doldrums

To get back to the folds of Rizal’s grand era

To regain the trust in self built by Bonifacio

To foster again the sublimest nationhood.

Come forth, Pinatubo!

Thunder our valleys and hills

With your majestic voice

On the day of our national freedom!

You are the longed for herald of Apocalypse

Of our dim and stinking state.

Burn down the Sodoms and Gomorrahs of ours!

Demonic icons of imperial lust.

Bury the putrid old world with pyroclastics!

We shall regale the burial with wondrous dirges.

Why ought we wish you with infinite praises?

Why not indeed when you sprinkled vast lands

With ashes: mark of holiness a la Ash Wednesday?

O! majestic mount! You’ve heralded

Soon shall arise a glorious nation in our midst.

The holocaustal tapestry you’ve evoked

‘Tis but the birth pangs of greatness.

This nation, a Sun that others seek for Light

Undying—of justices, wisdom, compassion.

Hail! Sacred Pinatubo Mount of Triumph!

[Writ. 21 June 91, Cubao,Quezon City, M.Manila]

REFLECTION

Mt Pinatubo is still remembered for its powerful eruption that spread ashes encircling the globe, thus bringing down global temperature by 1 degree Celsius. Located in central Luzon, Philippines, it was dormant for centuries, and then violently erupted in June of 1991 as we were celebrating Independence Day.

Prior to Pinatubo’s famed eruption, talks were already on-going in the Philippine Senate to abrogate the Military Bases Agreement or MBA, thus signaling American troops to leave the country. Stubbornly cajoling the executive department with carrots of aid, the US government did what it can to extend the MBA that was expiring by 1991. Pinatubo suddenly erupted, compelling Americans in the Subic naval base and Clark airbase to scamper for safety in Manila.

Pinatubo changed the equation of the US bases here. By scampering away for safety, wherefore they left so hurriedly they were still wearing pyjamas and home clothes upon departure, observers became suspicious that nuclear missiles silos were erected surreptitiously by the Americans underneath the bases area. The Americans could have been so scared to hell, they forecast greater hell had Pinatubo’s pyroclastics and magma wrought havoc on the underground silos.

That eruption event, and the yearly pyroclastic outflow that accompanied flooding in wide swaths of geography, provided a slap to the Anglo-Saxon elites, whom we know now as Reptilians in disguise. Pinatubo’s eruption also provided an opportunity for relief operators to perfect their craft, which made them stand out in the world as they are regarded today as consultants and trainors for other country’s own relief specialists and volunteers. Enterprising craftsmen made export-quality décor items out of solidified pyroclastic materials.

Being a mount, Pinatubo is a natural energy spot like other mountains. It stands today as a wonderful tourist spot, with a beautiful resort ready to serve eco-tourists at its foot. Meditation groups can always go up there anytime to recharge themselves in its regenerative energies.

Ra

 

April 2011

 

THE PROMISE February 5, 2015

THE PROMISE

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

I

Rise up, Man! Rise up!

Your commonwealth’s history had been astride

The cosmic pendulum that had darted

From yon up. Pendulum has reached dead center

And again is rising beyond the dale of time.

The center was lodged betwixt camel and palm tree.

Reckon, reckon that the East calls

‘Twain the valley of time expectant.

Respond shall the camel benignly

And twill change hands with the carabao.

Snail paced is this beast the carabao

And so is your ascent, o! Man!

To the pinnacle of your godly, godly zen.

You shall be god, your being’s made

By you a living clay molded

Millions of times by your own hands.

II

Man! The Light has come forth

In dazzling photons it fused with seawaves

And fluvial ripples. Gracefully had

It landed, guided by a dozen eagles.

Shine brightly shall the Light

Sky beacon that illuminates eagerness

The clear landscape of the Promise.

The Promise has been slumbering in a bed

Of coal and gold: ‘tis coal and gold.

The Light shall burn the coal

To be fed into the waiting furnace

Where the gold shall be molded into one

Magnificent icon as tall as the azure sky.

‘Tis the longed for icon that shall herald

The historic swing to grandeur’s height.

III

Wherefore lies the heart of grandeur?

Wert this not but a dead man’s wish

Long buried in the hovels of the earth?

Wert this not but a sweetened piece

Of bitter gourd: its stinging taste betrays

Its endless senselessness in the world sensical?

Man! This height of grandeur is the state

Indescribable to the wisest among grandfathers

A million generations stretch: ‘tis a million

Times a million times of pure majestic luster

Only but Inner Selves can comprehend.

‘tis the founded form-being of all

Sublime inner selves that have been struggling

In putrescent marshes of history.

This to the grandfathers is mere dream

Induced by the spirit elixirs of Bacchus.

IV

Rise! Rise it shall

High above the hills and valleys

‘Twards the azure firmaments

This majestic commonwealth of yours, o! Man!

For which freedom-in-life is

A concluded spell of benevolent magis.

Reside shall its spirit in people’s bosoms.

Gone shall be the seismic struggles

Alone for bread as if this were the most

Valued diadem atop the zenith of greatness:

The world shall be its own bread

And man, the luminary figure at last

Whose coming was pronounced before

By a trillion bards of eagles and doves.

Rise! Rise it shall

From where corals had made lands

Where sturdy races have eked out living

And slave they were for others;

No more are they slaves but are free cranes

Atop carabaos their benign carriers.

V

What is reality after all o! Man!

For which you have buried yourself

Millions of times in search for its enigmas?

Is it like spiral moving poles a-clashing?

Maybe, but maybe not. Maybe

‘Tis a swarm of flies that swats

Made festive killings by the dozens

And yet aren’t flies but gems.

When upon each gem Light gently touches

It brings forth radiance to all

Corners of the cosmos: it makes bounds

Anon betwixt its grounded state

And the unbrimmed infinite extent

Apast spaces: ‘tis unbrimmed space

And yet spaceless brims.

VI

Man! A promise made a million times

And delivered a million times makes a million

More than its primeval state: ‘ts a grain

Of sand and the universe made one.

The sea has recognized this secret lore

And had sung it lyrically in melodious tunes

That no one cared to listen to

Save for man-slaves on a dozen mountains.

Mushroom-eaters they are who’d sensed

What the real is: the Promise realized overboard

Its primordial state—a giant that wakes up

From zillions of earth revolutions or slumber:

‘Ti a Being stronger than ever that turns rivers

Into founts of gold, cause for merriment

Atop the nature-world the bed of bread.

VII

Happy, o! happy will be

The suns and stars and moons

And winds and waves

Over your final dawning, o! Man!

Even as the day starts on the sixth hour.

Man! You are the sixth estate:

Risen and made one, freed at last

From tsunamis of disintegrating forces.

Behold! No more forlorn are nature and cosmos

The citadels of true life.

And you, Man, finally regained, revived,

Realized as your guardian and maker.

[Writ. 22 July 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

REFLECTION

This poem—with 7 parts—is largely about the New Age of Light. Writ in very highly archetypal language, it is among those pieces that fit the minds of seekers who love puzzles, notably the wiz kid types. It was written akin to Goethe’s epic, whose master piece of literature was actually a literature of cosmic awakening and the risks that can happen along the way.

The piece prophecies the coming of the new race of Aquarians or Meruvians, the 6th ‘root race’ identified by HP Blavatsky. The Aquarians will replace the Aryan stocks that now abound, with the chief prototype ethnicities emerging in the Pacific land masses that will emerge after the post-2012 ascension. A chohan of the Great White Brotherhood was already designated as manu or ‘great leader’ of that forthcoming race.

As for the other archetypes, I’d leave this to the concerned seekers and mystics to think about. To give you hints for instance, ‘camel’ signifies the Western hemisphere, while ‘carabao’ signifies the East. I’d leave the rest for you to reflect or meditate on.

Ra

April 2011

 

JUSTICE January 28, 2015

JUSTICE

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

Everyday is a mortal tablet

upon which is inscribed the expectation

of all

that kings and princes

must exude

wisdom and justice

But justice is facilely broken off

It is a cheap jar bought from

an obscure bazaar

on planet Earth

broken

by kings and princes

[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

REFLECTION

We do have justice down here on 3rd dimension, and we have institutions and role players that dispense with justice. Albeit, such a justice is a corrupted one, and with barely a year and couples of weeks left we still see no light at the end of the tunnel for incorruptible 3D justice.

As I discoursed in an article titled Cosmic Justice, there is a very high body called the Karmic Board that dispenses with justice on the lower spheres. Above, the Council of 24 Elders oversee the entire universes or omniverse, dispensing with the wisest decisions and divine justice at that level. An ascended being called Lady Justice was designated by the Almighty Creator the role of chief guide across the omniverse for justice in its purest form.

This note is not meant to discount the feats of those magistrates who were incorruptible and did the best to optimize legal institutions. Such feats I do fully recognize, even as I see the possibility that such magistrates will, upon their ascension, become integrated into the cosmic machinery of Cosmic Justice. Many Ascended Masters today who comprise such cosmic organization had opportunities to embody on Earth before, down here on 3D, and their sacrifices paid off well.

I need not belabor the point about what will happen to those corrupted magistrates and lawyers. Cosmic justice shall prevail upon them, and they will be transferred to the planet suited for their own level of awareness, together with the kings & princes (politicians) who are their sponsors.

Ra

 

April 2011

 

ON MUSIC January 20, 2015

ON MUSIC

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

That I sing and make music

Brings joy and solitude to the psyche

Praise be to my wise grandfather

Of mathematical and musical genius made

From whom my bard’s mind was crafted.

Music is the holiest mover

It combines all powers of gods

From Olympus and all heavens

It shakes and rattles souls the most.

Music is certainly mathematics

Of metrics and calculus built

For which its maker anticipates

Astride rhythm and rhyme

The sonic bursts from orals and instruments.

Calculated is the world too

In music, a most moved audience

By booming sonics of its trade.

[Writ. 04 June 1991, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

REFLECTION

Music is indubitably an art form that impacts directly on the subtle bodies. That is why it pays to be choosy when it comes to musical pieces. I did write articles before about music for healing and enhancing divinity, and by that I mean fine music—world music, Celtic, classical, new age music. I highly recommended them to seekers I mentored.

What makes music as a very unique art is that one can listen to music even without light. Painting, sculpture and performing arts require light, literary pieces do require light to go through the lines, but music need not have illumination to appreciate it. In the 4th plane is situated what is mystically termed as the ‘music of the spheres’, and any musician who can align to it can make great music, such as Wagner who was SOB in daily life but made great music.

Music soothed the psyche of my fellow islanders who did slave labor for their Spanish colonizers (333 years of colonization). Likewise did it perform the same healing balm for Afro slaves in America. Knowledge of its properties and those of specific genre can enable a seeker or mystic to fast-track the stabilization of the subtle bodies and rise of awareness to higher dimension levels.

High vibes music can also help to protect yourself against psychic attack. Mozart music, when uploaded to an Ipod or cellphone and listened to while one is on the road or doing field work, can instantly elevate the frequency of the aura to a step higher, thus sealing it from psychic attacks. A consolidated aura will simply deflect sorcery or related attacks, while the music brings joy as well to the listener.

Ra

April 2011

 

OF ARTIST AND DUSK January 13, 2015

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OF ARTIST AND DUSK

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

O! Eager artist!

Benign sib of the dusk

Vessel of the spirit of imageries

The dusk—

Is this your fraternal twin

Who reminds you always

Of your noble mission?

You are a speaker

And audio system fused

As one

Before the world

Your absence to many means

A worldless world, lifeless life

The dusk always reminds you

That salads of ideas are

Concocting

In your mind

Waiting to be revealed

[Writ. 04 June 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

REFLECTION

The poem is another of the literary pieces I wrote to underscore the full import of the craftsman or artist in social life. Echoing the higher mysteries of Seven (7) Rays, I mentored to seekers to develop the artist within them, the goal being to build the ‘esthetic intelligence’ in them.

Being an artist myself, I naturally align to higher dimensions during dusk to intuit on truths apperceived as wholes. Dusk till night time is a moment of high productivity for artists and intellectuals/ contemplatives, so it is most fitting to maximize on such moments for creative outputs.

Morning is also a nice time for productive pursuits, but I noticed that I often than not exhibit the ‘morning sickness’ at this time of the day. But not at past 4 pm till around 9 pm, and I can go on till midnight save that I must cease from work so as to pray and meditate for an hour.

Being so used to the importance of esthetics, any evolved soul would easily feel the dreariness of a surround in the absence of it. I do feel the unease when I am in a ghetto area or depressed urban community, where my nose could suddenly drip ceaselessly as my aura gets pulped by the dense environ and my sinus swollen inexplicably. All I need to do is withdraw from the community the quickest, and get back my balance couples of hours later.

Esthetics reinforces the harmonics in any community, so I recommend seekers to reside in an ecologically balanced and esthetically regenerative neighborhood.

Ra

April 2011

 

January 5, 2015

WAR

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

War is the namesake of the islands

A Dantean discernment will not

Permit one to argue that

The archipelago

Is a paradise

Lost or regained

Of the islands’ fetid state

Excrement and humans sanctimoniously fuse

They cajole in ecstatic screams

Over killings and bombings

Gore is everyday’s luscious panorama

We’re brought back to Rome

Here

Where jubilant crowds satiate themselves

With sights of bloody gladiators

In combat

Brought back to Jesus’ Jerusalem still

Since everyone wants to play

Pilate

Guiltless of motives behind

Wars

In hinterlands

In cities

Is gore the imprimatur of honor indeed?

Just like blood is eaten as delicacy?

[Writ. 29 May 91, Cubao, Quezon City, M.Manila]

REFLECTION

I wish that everyone will agree with me that war is the natural condition of things in the planet. We’ve had insurgencies in my own beloved Philippines since the years before my birth yet, 2012 nears and the Left + Muslim separatist insurgencies are still around.

There are certain ecological conditions that sustain polarity games, and such conditions could be unique to any country or society. Any seeker must painstakingly know them, so as to facilitate the adjustment of the subtle bodies given the polarity-inducing conditions in the country of residence.

Take the case of the Philippines, where both water and fire elements are co-dominant. Located in the “ring of fire” and surrounded by bodies of water, the Philippines finds both water and fire permeating deep into the collective mind and individual psyche of the Filipinos. The perpetual clash of water and fire has been responsible for very long insurgencies and warring attitudes of the islanders.

Some mystics who embodied as Filipinos, eventually gave up their citizenships and relocated to other countries. They have grown tired of the ceaseless wars and civil disobedience, as well as the ceaseless warlordism and patronage politics of the stone age. I do not fault them one iota, for their subtle bodies may find it harmful to linger on given the elemental cum polarity conditions here.

So let it be that you as seeker or mystic would stumble upon the peculiar polarity condition in your place. Go ahead and decide to move elsewhere in a place suited for you, for as long as you continue to grow and share the Light of Almighty Providence to those who are in need.

Ra

April 2011

 

 
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