the beauty of proper rules, patience, guidance, higher purpose

Beethoven was inventive, Mozart followed his rules and created beauty.
Rule and Order gives the feminine the safe space to do what the feminine is meant to do: bring beauty into the world … [i am not implying mozart was feminine, just that much is possible if the rules are set up to allow beauty to flourish]

That does not mean the traditional rules do not change over time, of course they do! But those decisions are to be made slowly, and judiciously. Why? Because you are not changing rules just for yourself, silly! No, you are changing the rules for the next one, two, three (…?) generations.

“The Peacemaker taught us about the Seven Generations. He said, when you sit in council for the welfare of the people, you must not think of yourself or of your family, not even of your generation. He said, make your decisions on behalf of the seven generations coming, so that they may enjoy what you have today.”


Oren Lyons (Seneca)
Faithkeeper, Onondaga Nation

YOLO!

Order out of Chaos – some organization or other – Ordo Ab Chao
* i have no idea if this is russian propoganda, it likely is. the russian pravda is in the same vein as american pravda [“news”]. What is real in a world of memes? [if true, it be true since 18.9.14]

I will close on a beautiful note, a palate cleanser, if you will. Eve, after she has bit the apple in the garden of eden, offering Adam a contract proposal: Give me your heart and soul, and I will give you the life of a rose …

i bid you adieu, on an higher ideal

and a poem I wrote on Monday, 15.11.2010 …

poem

and so it goes.
a world so full deceit.
one can no longer trust the bearers of one’s life.
so quick to pass the responsibility of knowledge.
so insecure.

I am.
Trying to overtake my past programming.
Am I programmed to fight myself?
A house divided can not stand.
My family is shattered.

Yet I still stand.
A rock, I try to be, against the relentless waves.
Dumb as a rock.
For a thousand years I must overtake,
Before my earthly body relents.

I seek the light.
So confused, I wallow in the shallows.
But who am I, to question my forebearers?
I am I, all that I know.

In the end, one sees the light.
So simple, so pure.
Would God have it, any other way?
Mind games are just that.

Render unto Ceaser that which is his,
and to God that which is His.
The Kingdom of God is within You.
Dare you look?

– jah
https://harbar.blogspot.com/2010/11/poem.html

the world tried to catch me, but could not

the epitath of Hryhorii Skovoroda

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