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Once there was a people who lived
on a wild land now called America.
And those people, raw as rock
and eagle,
loved the land, loved the air
loved the sun, loved the winds,
loved the animals, loved the
spirits, loved each other
and loved as one tribe
the Great Spirit!
and the brave loved the squaw
with a love strong and silent
and she loved him, with a heart
soft, deep and rich
and they knew how to see deep
into each other's soul
and could pass beyond into the
Great Mystery
And at night, beneath the bobbing
stars, they would melt into one another, and soar as one soul, through
the endless sparkling mystery.
And the whole tribe, united in
truth's passion,
would fly as one light through
eternity's love.
And whilst they glided through
the heart of infinity
The Great Spirit would protect
their surrendered bodies,
holding the circle of painted
teepees with his gentle light
And they lived a life harmonising
strength and beauty
But then one day the white man
anaemic with reason smashed into their soft circleand ripped them apart
with his cruel corners.
And we stared into each other's
anguished eyes
and loved through the hammering
burning hate
And the wounds hurt hurt HURT
and we were crushed crushed
CRUSHED of life
but we stayed, seeing deep into
the heart as we died died DIED
And we left our strangled, mangled,
charred bodies smouldering in the compost of our culture as we floated
as one soul into the other world and then...
we came back back BACK,
and I'm here, and you're here,
and I'm a spy for love,
yeah I'm a spy for love.
I'm the beaten Indian in a white
man's body 'cause I'm a spy for love
yeah, I'm a spy for the Great
White Spirit,
Yeah, I'm a spy for love
And you, O woman, carry the pitcher
of knowledge in your heart
and I've got the eyes of light
the Great White Spirit gave to see with,
to see with, and you've got
to give that juice,
give that juice 'cause we need
it
to fly with, to fly with,
and I adore you, 'cause I see
who you are,
cause I've jumped time.
oh, yeah I'm a spy for love
,
a spy for love --yeah, a spy
for love!
"There is a wheel. Man-made,
which rises to the blazing sun.
A wheel which plunges to the
darkest hell.
There is a wheel. A wheel which
turns,
invisible in the bluest heaven.
A wheel on which we all struggle
and die!
A wheel, turned by humanity's
fear of eternity!"
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" I'm lying in my pram.
The sun's shining.
There's a canopy above my head
with tassels.
I'm looking up at the front
door. I must be about nine months old.
I can see the blisters that
the sun has made on the paintwork.
There are these two people looking
down on me.
One of them in my mother. The
other is a neighbour.
Strange sounds are coming from
their mouths,
which are opening and closing
like a fish's.
Suddenly I understand the meaning
of the sounds for the first time.
The sounds are coming at me like,
"Wommmmmm, bommmmmm..." Suddenly, I understand that they're talking about
me.
They are saying, "Isn't he a
lovely baby? Aren't his eyes big?"
I felt horrified. I didn't trust
what they were saying at all.
Their faces seemed like some
sort of animal.
I felt they weren't talking
about me at all.
There I was, lying in my pram.
Understanding language for the
first time! Feeling completely cut off.
I didn't want these people to
look after me.
They seemed like robots. I
felt crushed. Crushed and lost,
in a desert of sound – in the
endless mesh of talk. "
"You see, energy reaches a critical
point,
as you say, and then a gap occurs.
Well, obviously, depending on
what happens in that gap,
it totally determines which
way a person's life goes.
Because either there's a world
in a form of inertia,
or a different energy from a
totally different dimension,
that can fill that gap. Either
way,
it's useless complaining about
the interference from the world.
It's bound – because you're bound
to it.
It's bound to come in at this
point –
the thing is not to crash into
this inertia,
or you'd be deflected every
time of your true purpose;
you have to let it flow through
the gap and,
at the point at which it occurs,
you draw on the energy of the
original intention.
Now, if the original intention
is good –
let us say you want to find
God – then at that moment
YOU DRAW ON THE ENERGY OF THE
ORIGINAL IMPULSE;
if you don't do this, you will
loose all your energy
and never gather enough momentum
together to really break through.
Yet it's up to you to stay open.
It's useless to complain about
the interference from the world.
World is blind. Asleep. People
are sleepwalkers,
like that policeman; when they
bump into you
they simply behave like automata.
Now, a man or a woman who is
attempting to awaken
must not react to their blindness.
It's pointless –
putting a kettle on to boil,
and then getting enraged
every time your sleepwalker
takes it offthe heat.
Just discreetly put it back
again. Of course,
this totally depends on your
intention. Because,
UNLESS YOU'RE TOTALLY CONVINCED
THAT YOU WANT IT TO BOIL,
YOU WILL SIMPLY SEE THE WORLD'S
INTERFERENCE AS
AN EXCUSE TO ABSORB YOUR OWN
HYPOCRISY"
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"The Greeks wouldn't have
that. They maintained that
Truth had two daughters – Memory
and Imagination.
Can you see what they were getting
at? Time doesn't come into the future. Memory, a repository of all that
is, the universal womb... and Imagination, the space for continuous creation.
You see the danger of concepts? It's so easy to forget that they don't
lead to Truth. Addictive and destructive. Life is so vast...we all find
it too much."
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