I haven't been writing much poetry recently for my poetry blog or for this one.  That's really not unusual for me: I get interested in something and do it a lot for six months or a year, than interest fades only to come back several months later.  Like everything else, cycles.  The same is also true of the short story parables  and fables  I write for this blog.  I haven't done one of those for close to a year, but I have a few ideas I'm working on.


"The Mystery Schools of antiquity ... gave out deep esoteric knowledge, but at the cost of enormous labor. However, there existed among those teachers certain irresponsible ones who were rash enough to support their endeavors with drugs and poisons in order to give the illusion to their disciples of hastening their flight to the heights. But it is only an illusory push into the superconscious that drugs give; in actuality the mind is brought into a state of trance. By means of his mental powers, from previously received fragmented stimuli, the disciple pieces together completely new pictures which impress him as supercelestial and entirely new. Then people talk of wonderful scenes, preternaturally beautiful colors and fantastic forms. Here lies a great mistake.  Impulsion into spiritual realms can never occur artificially by means of drugs." ~Lilo Linne


I am worthy of giving and receiving love: love of others, love of self and love of God.