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FORTIFY THY MIND WITH KNOWLEDGE April 25, 2015

FORTIFY THY MIND WITH KNOWLEDGE

IN FLIGHT (Poem 28)

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

Cross the boundaries

Of the vast fields of Knowledge.

Drink! Drink aplenty from the inexhaustible

Pool of Erudition!

The mind that is forever prepared

That which is decided to be

A chisel to carve out grandiose beauty

Out of blighted human commonwealths

Will never be seduced

By Ignorance

Whose villainous forces have

Erected quagmires that waylay

Unsuspecting victims.

Drink! Drink more from the inexhaustible

Pool of Erudition!

Your journey’s flight is about to make

Summons.

Knowledge makes every waylaid

Fetter by Ignorance

Impeccably passable.

[Writ. 07 Sept. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

REFLECTION

The Teaching is very clear about the need for growing the knowledge repositories and capacities of a person, likewise to improve capabilities based on knowledge and tools. Science is the 5th Ray to the Divine, it responds to the need for building knowledge by the Aspirant, and it helps to sharpen one’s analytical and linguistic intelligence.

Even spiritual truths are packaged today as ‘spiritual science’, with both spiritual paradigms and technologies (tools, methods, practices). Both material and spiritual science perform very important roles in illuminating the Aspirant and in expanding the absorptive capacity for higher truths.

On a much higher level, an Aspirant must seek to uncover the core universal laws, find subsidiary expressions of them, and see relevant tools and practices derived from them. Self-knowledge is that aspect of knowledge that has to do with the inner self, and is of central import in the Path too.

What is important to consider is that never take knowledge for its own sake. Knowledge should provide tools that can aid in self-understanding and grasping objective reality, tools that aid in self-realization. Knowledge for its own sake can lead one to the Dark Path, such as what befell those physicists who developed the Bomb in Alamogordo and dropped them on helpless women, children, aged folks in Japan.

 

Ra

April 2011

 

LOVE NATURE, RESPECT ‘INTEGRITY OF CREATION’ April 15, 2015

LOVE NATURE, RESPECT ‘INTEGRITY OF CREATION’

IN FLIGHT (Poem 43)

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

Dwindling verdant environs sadden me.

Will I in flight be rest assured

That tempestuous over-exploitation shall spare

The last remaining flora of endeared Mother Earth?

Our dream of finally containing

The mad urges to fell woods and ravage flora

Is fading like flickering flames of a candle.

‘Twas refurbished as part

Of the bizarre landscape of obscurantism

That has been deviously superimposed

Upon the benign canvass of civility.

O! Green leaves and all the myriad

Colorful flowers in your company

You are all starry jewels before my eyes!

My heart is filled with enjoyment

Over your untarnished affection.

Do you not long for one like me

Who’s almost trapped forever in the cages

Of mortal man’s edifices?

O! Dearest plants, you who make me sober,

Give me solace in times of torment

Add vitality to my being,

Deserve the undying care of all mankind

Even as you kept your pledge to Mother Earth

That you shall nourish all creatures alike.

[Writ. 24 Sept. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

REFLECTION

One just cannot sojourn in the Path of Light without ‘respecting the integrity of creation’ and experience a Oneness with Mother Nature and all of her endowments. Any Aspirant who claims to be moving forward in the Path, but who is so alienated from nature and her God-given creatures, suffers from a deep-seated malaise of ‘anti-creation’, of nihilism and sadism.

Terrans are so badly afflicted with the malaise of anti-creation, of alienation from Mother Nature and her creatures. They now suffer the karmic backlash of all of their disrespect for nature, such that Earth is now on the verge of catastrophe partly due to Terran neglect and destructiveness.

Not only that, certain demonic minds have been consciously destroying cities and regions through weapons of mass destruction or WMD such as the Tesla Earthquake Machine or TEM. Chemtrails and biowarfare ailments (AIDS, Ebola, SARS, birds’ flu) destroy both nature and humans. Endless bombing operations by military forces destroy nature and creatures too. Madness is upped, for the gains sake of greed and lust for power by the global elites.

The Catholic Church has this maxim of ‘respecting the integrity of creation’, and chose St Francis de Assisi as the patron saint of nature or ecology. I do appreciate this noble move by truly loving persons in the said church, and the designation of an Ascended Master, St Francis, as the inspirational Guide for eco-missions. Let it be so for this church, and may other churches also follow suit and practice what they preach about ‘respecting integrity of creation’.

Ra

 

April 2011

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MEDITATION (POEM) April 5, 2015

MEDITATION (POEM)

 

IN FLIGHT (Poem 39)

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

Let me in flight bear the tricky vogue

Of breathing. ‘Tis no plain engulfing of air

Deep into our bag breathers and then breath-out.

Breathe the air of Life!

Don’t ever breathe like one who’ll later walk

Like an intoxicated cockroach dazed.

Don’t ever breathe so un-artfully whence later

You’re cast down as a phlegmatic mammal.

Breathe the substance of Life!

That’s when the pumping is gentle

And rubbish air is smoothly expired

And when sweat cast off debris

In strenuous flexing of the muscles.

The mind thereafter is cleansed

As one’s probing make the answers

To myriad questions bend upon the inner screen.

Breathing is a key to many doors

That lead me to my destinations.

[Writ. 19 Sept. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

REFLECTION

Meditate. Learn to meditate, let it be a focal science and tool in your spiritual sojourn. This is what the poem is all about.

I began to meditate during my college days yet, circa 1979 or so. At first my meditation schedules were irregular, but after a bout with malaria that almost got me dead in August 1982, I decided to meditate regularly. By 1983 I was meditating for an hour a day, with some days when I would have two (2) meditation schedules.

My brain cells were already dying out due to smoking and drinking before that, I could feel my thought process atrophy, and so I decided to meditate regularly. Aside from that, I went back to my studies, to take up masters of arts (sociology), and so my regular voluminous reading got me back on the road to a lively mind. Meditation helped me to stabilize my health and make a quantum leap in my mental acumen as well at a time when I was back in school.

By 1988, at the age of 30, I was ready to pass on the meditation tools to enthused seekers. So that was how long it took, from 80 through 88, before I can confidently begin Teaching tasks. Fast forward to 1994 when I ascended to mystic phase, and was a full guru thereafter. Fast forward to 2008, when I spiritually ascended to rishi or White Robe phase. How could have I evolved soul-wise without meditation?

Ra

April 2011

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WRITEN ARTICULATION, MESSENGER TASK March 26, 2015

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WRITEN ARTICULATION, MESSENGER TASK

IN FLIGHT (Poem 37)

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

In my flight in the morrows

Pen and tongue I’ll muster

And share with fellows eager

To behold the notes of life

Notes of life that elevate

Them to their dreams’ heights at last.

Hopefully the notes I’ll share

Shall register as permanent memoriam

Ne’er as undeciphered letters written

On sea shores that waves soon wash away.

Allow the notes to linger even just

For a time like writings on granite walls

Even if the walls later choose to dishevel.

For the crux of the code is crucial:

That all men are brothers

Who can live together as One benign

Community.

[Writ. 17 Sept. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

REFLECTION

A seeker and baktha (devotee) should never be remiss in learning the art and science of the ‘written word’. As the human mind grows, culture becomes more complex and advanced, thus the demand for written products will increase by many folds.

I recall as a mere adolescent that my own linguistic skills were rather lagging behind my science and analytical abilities. But I had the passion to write, and so did I strive very hard to master the written word. I wished to tell so much to fellowmen, wished to leave the imprints of my thoughts and inner wisdom through the written word, so I read voluminously aside from write promiscuously in order to master the written word.

If there is any model to look up to for this passion of mine, it is no other than Dr. Jose Rizal, national hero of my country the Philippines. Dr. Rizal wrote so promiscuously, he kept on communicating his thoughts, feelings, and wisdom through the pen. He left so many writings, that there is so much to write about him long after he was gone. I consider Rizal as my first guru in my country, and I’m so glad he left so many writings that are testaments to his wise teachings.

As a seeker graduates to a mystical Adept, the significance of the pen is even more exacerbated. So learning the pen well while one is still young pays off so much as will seeker can realize later. In today’s context where the internet has become a fact of life, the power of the pen is at its nadir.

Ra

April 2011

 

POEM ON PATIENCE March 16, 2015

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POEM ON PATIENCE

IN FLIGHT (Poem 36)

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

I shall not go weary with the waiting.

Time’s no evil, Time is kind

Time does not stand still for the doer

As it glides smoothly with the trade’s making.

I shall not go weary with the waiting.

Time is honest, Time is gentle

Time is merciful to the pilgrim

Who’s been shaping up for earnest sharing.

I shall not go weary with the waiting.

Time is not a loathsome changeling

That devours its trusted fellows

Not the man with noble visions.

I shall no go weary with the waiting.

Duty that lifts travelers aflight prevails.

Duty prevails.

[Writ. 17 Sept. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

REFLECTION

The virtue of patience and the propelling power of Duty are stressed in the poem. This is part of my poetry series titled In Flight, writ as a young man who wished to do development work among the poor folks of other continents.

Impatience is a deadly poison to one’s soul. To a Traveler—a seeker who performs learning and Duty in solitary fashion—impatience is a stumbling block to building a strong foundation within the self in order to move forward to the next levels of development. Impatience yields half-baked results, and there are no half-baked learnings in the Path of liberation.

A seeker would be so lucky enough if Divine Grace would be bestowed upon him/her, amidst enormous impatience in getting results for spiritual goals. As the Master Yoda said in the Star Wars series, “patience, patience!” when mentoring his apprentice Luke Skywalker.

Build patience within the psyche, as this virtue will facilitate the building of other core virtues. Don’t ever wait for the Almighty Creator to build patience for you, the initiative and effort must come from within you. Prayer and meditation tools for building virtues should be applied consistently and persistently to deprogram impatience and build the jewel of patience.

Ra

 

April 2011

 

UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM March 4, 2015

UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM

Erle Frayne Argonza / Ra

A noble ground it is this wondrous room

Where enthused adepts wait in seats a-poised

While mentor fills the air with notes a-flamed

That conquer maladies Ignorance had unveiled

Said conquest needs complete obeisance then

To reason and empirics’ tones of truth

Without which otherwise all things fall ‘part

As dark as what yon Medieval had cast

Sacred! Sacred is this noble ground we’re in

Where flaunted are ideas in liberty fulfilled

Where rigodons of reflection bring emancipation

Eschewed are dogmas—ikons’ benediction

How cool the air from humming fan is blown

Reminds us thus of sunlit valleys warm as old

Where there descend cool breezes from boondocks’ heights

Relieved is tensed up mental bank of yours

Sometimes the heat flack up thermometer’s gauge

Bring swelter hence to enthused minds a-blazed

Alright just mind not that which puts one a-glazed

For cool will be dear mentor’s words unfazed

Let there be praises for all women and men

Who’d fuse their minds in this Platonic den

Should they have grasped so well each lesson learned

Their worlds off walls would better be in zest

[Writ. 02 March 92, University of the Philippines Manila]

REFLECTION

Teaching is such a wonderful task that I came to love it so much. I never planned to be an academic, I simply stumbled upon that beautiful task when I began talking before audiences as a young development manager. I also spiced up my work then with early listening & mentoring for my own field staff…Till I decided to try teaching, as I went back to school for my masteral studies.

It was in the university where I found the many souls who were sort of assigned to me for mentoring, and so I began to use the classroom as a platform to elevate minds a step higher and link up students to their respective Inner Guides. I also taught yoga meditation straight inside classrooms, and shared mystical insights and prophecies to students using that platform…Till I finally realized that I was tailored to be a guru someday by my own Oversoul and guru Masters in the Brotherhood.

Today I regard not just the university but any venue for handling seekers and budding mystics as students. Even a coffee shop I regard as a classroom, and my country whose population is 68% urban it is more appropriate to meet up with seekers inside training centers and classrooms rather than in reclusive ashrams. Well, how could I forget the Mahavatar Babaji who would summon us gurus of White Robes anytime with his cosmic hands and there we are facing him in circular formation, beneath a tree or a rustic environ elsewhere.

I value the university classroom so much that when my body sleeps and I’m back in my tasks Above, I would prefer to meet up with seekers and mystics in an environ that would look like a graduate school classroom. Sometimes I would speak to seekers and even fellow Masters in an auditorium-like environ in the astral plane. The university experience surely stuck, and it still serves a high purpose.

Ra

April 2011

 

 

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

 

 
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