WORLD LEADER, NEW ARJUNA September 16, 2015

WORLD LEADER, NEW ARJUNA

ARJUNA RETURNS

 

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Hail the New Earth coming!

It shan’t come with a whimper

But thunderously arrive with mighty roars

Like unto zillions of eager Lions

Upon its coming shall New Planet bring

Along mighty Guardians of the New Man

As unto an Arjuna that valiantly cuts down

Adversaries of the Light yon High

Shall Arjunas come forth to regain

The Holy Earth for the Divine Mother-Father

Hail Arjunas of the New Race!

Come forth that those enemies of Light will cower

Take hold the new polities for the grand Force

Of Celestial heavens’ Gabriel Michael and All

Leave no tables left unturned for them

Diabolical destroyers of human souls

Come forth Ascended Arjunas!

Like dazzling lightning of limitless power

Raze those resisting Fallen Ones

To helpless prisoners who ought be brought

Before Cosmic Justice all face the cost

Of eons’ destructions fragmentations

Make no delays in thy coming

O! Sublime Arjunas of the New Race

Come forth! Ascended Arjunas!

Be harbinger of Hope

Bearer of Divine Light

With you shall humanity move up

To build the world of Light at last

Our cherished dreams finally forged

[Philippines, 12 May 2010]

REFLECTION

In some articles of mine, I already pronounced the birthing of the planetary state and the coming of the World Leader Avatar who shall govern with an ‘iron rod’. The theme of ‘world leader’ was actually discussed by great masters or maharishis down here long before the beginning of the Age of Aquarius (present Age). What I did was to add my contributions to the coming Great Leader, by revealing the galvanization of Gatekeeper councils and the proto-world state formation.

Arjuna was such a great and noble warrior, of conqueror spirit, who inspires me as much as other great warriors do. He stands out among the rest, to my mind. He did already evolve and ascend, and the last memorable embodiment of him was as Saint Paul. Whether Arjuna shall come back to perform a Great Conqueror or ‘world leader’ role remains to be observed, but if he does he will give me contentment and fulfillment, happy that he is back.

Surrounding the World Leader will be a team of Guardians who will perform administrative and magistrate (judges like Samson) role. They are already amongst us, among the White Robes who will all be ascended masters post-2012. It is a most welcome news to know that they will executors of the World Leader’s fiats, and will be a collective Arjuna as well.

Ra

 

April 2011

GALACTIC FAMILY & TWINFLAME REUNIONS September 6, 2015

GALACTIC FAMILY & TWINFLAME REUNIONS

 

 

FINALLY REUNITED

 

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Gone away for too long we were

Unto each other. Twinflame and myself

and our lovable children. Come forth

From benign world yon Sirius flown

In huge mother starships straight

To North America our first home.

It seems just like yesterday

When huddled together by campfires

We were all loving family

And community. Learning to live

By the fast pace of the buffalo.

There we created the lovable Sioux nation

Where we re-embodied at later times

Again and again in perfect alchemy.

Since then we were gradually separated

To fulfill missions of our own, tested in surrounds

Utterly strange and hostile to us. Hoping that

We—our Presence—would yield the fruits

Of hastened soul evolutions for Fallen Terrans.

Too far away from each other our hearts pained

Tormented by this world yet steadfast

We stood to fufill the Mission. Not even if

They sold us as chattel slaves or burnt us

On stakes in the name of their false gods

Or used us for practice shooting exercises.

No we never budged in our tasks

Even as trillions of pains strengthened us.

Near the end of times now finally our sacrifices

Bore fruits. Yes bore fruits of the finest mangoes

And strawberries of success. Enough for Almighty

Father and Mother’s cosmic heart to let us be

Together again. Bursting with unparellelled delight

Imprinted in our undying cares during our rendezvous

We’ve finally reunited: My twinflame, myself,

Our star children. Scions all of the Almighty.

[Philippines, 09 May 2010.]

REFLECTION

I recall well, via past life reviews, that moment when I left my earlier Blue Planet in Sirius and then landed via our starship somewhere in North America. Fast forward to this present embodiment, when as a young man yet had I been seeing a lady manifest inside my inner. She is my Twinflame, and had ascended much earlier than I did to ‘master of wisdom’ awareness.

It pained me to know as a young man that I would never meet my Twinflame in the surface, but I was so gladdened by the information that she had ascended spiritually. She had ended the cycles of reincarnation for quite some time, and so she can look up to my welfare from a higher perspective or dimension. She was my Saint, and she was always there for me, as a reinforcement in the Path added to my Inner Guides of ascended masters (Master J, Seraphim Master, Master EMK).

Upon my spiritual ascent in late 2008, I had the chance finally to reunite with my Twinflame. This took place in the ‘world of masters’ in a higher plane, as my activated Lightbody Oversoul met up with her in a home designated for us two. Right after my reunion with her, I worked out to reunite with our children, my parents and siblings. More recently, my Saint dearly beloved and myself met up with our grandchildren, and it was so blissful for me just witnessing her as a grandmother showing undying love to grandchildren.

I do offer tools that aid in reuniting oneself with one’s Twinflame and family members. But before you can reunite with your own Twinflame, better work out to achieve a higher degree of psychological and spiritual balance. An imbalanced person has no right to meet up with a balanced Twinflame, even as imbalance is a huge barrier to effective reunion with Twinflame and other family members.

Ra

 

April 2011

DOLPHIN & WHALE SLAUGHTERS, SORCERY SACRIFICES! July 27, 2015

DOLPHIN & WHALE SLAUGHTERS, SORCERY SACRIFICES!

 

Erle Frayne Argonza y Delago

 

Catching as many dolphins and whales

They gleefully do with boisterous fun reverb

Bulging pockets they ready post-kill phonies

For the pouring thereafter of torrential monies

Sperm whales belugas orcas and all

Slaughtered are they for wax or meat

Likened to cows and tuna for dining tables

Greedy folks and merchants they to hunt

In all Earth’s corners true predators come

For the catch the prize of gory greed

Let it be declared in sonorous thunder

That all slaughterers of dolphins & whales

Are deeds of sacrificing life for Moloch

Mammon Ashtaroth bursting with gaiety

For those evil puppets of theirs slay

In their names come dirty slayers’ fun

And making no penitent for their slothful crime

Shall same folks be meted penalties so grime

For which they shall pay with gruesome kill

By the Overlords of Light a-thundering cometh

No quarters shall be brooked upon them killers

And same goes true for their dark evil masters

When life on them turns out they’d nowhere fly

Except to perish all as fumes consumed by flame

[Philippines, 03 May 2010]

REFLECTION

This piece goes a step further ahead of the fact that dolphins and whales have human souls. As already relatively known, dolphins & whales were sent to Earth from their home planet in Sirius, the purpose of their collective mission being to help in balancing the negativities of Earth by their partial absorption and dissipation of the same dense energies.

Going a step ahead means applying axiology where possible, by stating an evaluative thesis about what killing of whales & dolphins by fisherfolks and merchants means. It is arguably a crime to kill them, they being humans performing a most noble mission. Killing or catching them for commercial purposes is a commission of a ‘left hand’ act—dirty and pecuniary.

As of this moment, cosmic justice is already busy processing those crimes, even as some committers of the crimes who already exited physically are now being mete out with penalties. Crimes do not go unpunished by karmic law, and so those criminals who committed the same, and who are still down here on the surface, should better get ready for karmic payments in penalty form awaiting them.

 

Ra

April 2011

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NIRVANA MUST BE ACHIEVED IN SOCIAL CONTEXT May 5, 2015

NIRVANA MUST BE ACHIEVED IN SOCIAL CONTEXT

 

IN FLIGHT (Poem 19)

Erle Frayne D. Argonza

Here in the Pearl of the Orient

I’ve met you all of Earth’s social types:

Pauper and wealthy merchant

Fisherfolk, peasant and gentry

Countryfolk, villager and highlander

Craftsman, workingman, magnate, banker

Prostitute, gangster and policeman

Bishop, priest, nun, monk, minister and sinner

Pedagogue, manager and white-collar man

Sailor, bus driver and flyboy

Clerk, bartender and pedlar

Soldier and rebel warrior

Politician, publican and rabble rouser

Idiot, artist, athlete, genius.

Luck-struck! I feel like a star!

An opportuned social alchemist ceaselessly immersed

In all social spaces

Transmuted henceforth!

Rendered flexibly immortal to live and lead

In all imaginable shapes and spheres.

I shall fly so soon.

Scattered are your seeds over

Earth’s living zones

You ramparts of the planet.

[Writ. 30 Aug. 1987, Univ. of the Philippines, Quezon City, M.Manila.]

 

REFLECTION

In my book Libertosophy & Freethought, I declared the thesis that one must attain self-realization or moksha within a social context. Be where the people are, practice devotion to God by showing devotion to them too, and serve the helpless ones to alleviate their needs and impoverishment. Serve wholeheartedly, and do it in silence.

Ascension that is done in a social context I first termed then as ‘social alchemy’. At a latter time, I coined the term libertosophy to mean a paradigm of spiritual truths, knowledge, wisdom that is suited for an aspirant who moves in the sub-paths of service and enlightened power, such as the social activists of our time.

I never found appreciation for those monks in Tibet who were isolating themselves inside caves and seemingly meditating forever. On the contrary, I disdained such a practice. One need not be a monk in order to ascend and attain moksha, one can isolate the self by living alone in your urban flat, but do not delude yourself with attaining moksha by total isolation.

Be like the proverbial Prometheus, who brought Light to those in need, though you may be challenged by Desire and may buckle down at times (Desire symbolized by the Vulture that pecked Prometheus’ liver while he was tied on a rock). As Jesus urged us, feed the poor, give water to the thirsty. Bring for the Light of truth, knowledge, wisdom to those who are in need, that they too can find balance within them, develop inner peace, and find the Path to nirvana or salvation.

 

Ra

April 2011

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 5^th 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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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

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

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 6^th ‘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 3^rd 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 4^th 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

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