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THANKSGIVING ALMIGHTY CREATOR August 16, 2015

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THANKSGIVING ALMIGHTY CREATOR

 

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

O! Father-Mother! Holiest of all Divinities!

Let this humble rishi offer thoughts of praises

Thank Thee so much for graces wisdom will

For inspiration care compassion Self to wean

Behold! This humble soul had climbed the heights

Thanks to the opportune moments bounties too

The will to shape myself like sculptor crafting

The Self from rough stone sculpted now so fine

Till finally at sojourn’s end am a Star at last

My Light Body activated shining like lantern

So mighty a Being is this Oversoul of mine

Can heal and take down devils with balls of Light

Ensue yet my own humble missions of hands on

Spread the holy Teaching to enthused seekers

Protect them mighty well from demons hostile

Till they move forward ascend to higher climes

What more to say to my true Father-Mother

Immeasurable love and graces always offered

Like cascading waters graces nourished me

Never in want as I’ve to missions ensued

A zillion thanks o! Mother-Father o’ all!

More thanks to come as sojourn more will I

One day to do more missions upon thy calling

To Thee a humble servant will I ever be

[Philippines, 05 May 2010]

REFLECTION

Profuse thanksgiving ought to be the attitude of everyone else to the Supreme Being and the Divine Hierarchy that gave each and everyone of us the seed of life, the enabling external conditions to grow in Spirit, and the ever-ready Divine Grace upon those who are candidates for entry to nirvana, for attainment of moksha or liberation.

A persistent attitude of thanksgiving ought to be coupled with thanksgiving to all other beings—mineral, vegetative, sentient—that were part of the endowments for allowing us to grow. Thanksgiving to the Prime Creator, yet coupled with persistent hostile attitude towards fellow humans (inclusive of one’s own family members) and indifference to mother nature’s endowments, speaks of one as a demoniac whose devotion to the Creator is a mere superficiality or braggadocio.

Find time to offer prayers and thoughts of thanksgiving from morning till bedtime. This is the essential act of bhakti or devotion, which is a much better expression of bhakti than the routine visit to church on a weekend. Those same people who regularly go to church do so on weekends, and so they exhibit a toxic superficiality in devotion.

Ra

 

April 2011

 

ORCA COSMIC WARRIOR July 16, 2015

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ORCA COSMIC WARRIOR

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

Innocence kills the orca as much as the cat

By pretentious Terrans ego-filled pretenders

Caging the orca they to fatten bourses

O’ greedy oceanarium carpetbaggers

Ignorance for what they take as fish-like mammal

Are more intelligent than Terrans whose very brain

Is as fractious as a beetle or ant infinitesimal

Valueless they have no virtue yet to settle

Orca is a cosmic warrior sent to balance

The seas to form the phalanx versus negative

Fishes and creepers from surface to yon bottom

Sent forth by Hades a-preying on dumb mortals

‘Tis surely criminal to slaughter or cage them

Within they are of human souls o! so benign!

From mighty Sirius’ mien sent forth they

One day shall cosmic Justice settle the debts

Of greed ignominy of orcas’ killers whet

Such day to come is near when killers all

Will be the ones en-caged in dens so tall

Nowhere can they escape the jails so high

Till justice served on them they make a sigh

[Philippines, 01 May 2010]

REFLECTION

 

The Orca is no whale but dolphin, as zoologists and oceanographers have clarified. Both dolphins and whales are accordingly evolutes from Sirius where a planet of their own exists. The Orca is particularly ferocious and has been dubbed ‘killer whale’ by ignoramus.

Too many dolphins and whale, orca included, were already sacrificed at the altar of greed. They were caught and butchered for commercial purposes, while others were treated as zoo-type animals used for entertaining folks. If only those criminals who committed such abominations will realize it now—that their karmic debts are about to backlash as heavy payments soon—they may yet reverse their misdeeds.

In an article about the future planetary army, I advanced the thesis that many whales and dolphins will be transmuted into human form after the planetary ascension. I am very strong about having Orcas to serve the future army, as their ferocity and iron will are of the best qualifiers for facing predatory reptilian Draconians and Orions in space.

 

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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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

 

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

 

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