Two thousand years ago as men mark time

 There walked a Man among men but different than all others

For He was ‘joined’ in spirit and kneweth of all things - of what spirit is

And He spoke of many strange things and with his hands doeth many wondrous miracles

 So much so there were those who feared Him and that the hypocrisies of their lives would be uncovered

 And so they contrived to destroy Him

And there were others who believed this Man each in their own way

But of the world and of the way in which the world thinketh

 And so it came to pass in the many centuries which followed

There were countless men each in his own way

 Contrived to say what this Man had said

And they sayeth His words in their own words so that they add or that they taketh away

Even so each of these speaketh of this Man as one of them

 As an earth man who is not ‘joined’ in spirit,

 Understanding not of His ‘joining’

And so of this day and of this hour

 Countless numbers live in a great hypocrisy

 A great idolatry in which they have hung the effigy of this Man in mute mockery and testimonial of the savage barbarism which is in their hearts against things which they do not understand

They have contrived among themselves to eulogize His words and they sayeth as He said

 ‘If thou believest in Me thou will have eternal life’

 So they worship Him even in the bloody effigy of their own making

 Knowing not that as He spoke

 That as He said ‘in Me’ knowing  as He did that he was ‘joined’ in spirit and was in spirit all things

That if any man should know of Him and His ‘joining’ and what He was

 What He believed and all the other essences of spirit

 Then truly this man would indeed have immortal life

For surely if he understood all that this strange Man was

 Of the spirit and the ‘joining’

Each believer and each man who knoweth thusly of all this

 Would be likewise joined as was this Man

And by the essences of all this knowing and joining

 Surely then immortality and life forever was the heritage

Yet as of this day men bow their heads in a great idolatry

 Worshipping words contrived in their own minds which have been divested of spiritual virtues

They have created a monstrosity of their own divulgences to the exclusion of sanity and reason or logic in the ever expanding creative universe which is about them

 They have abandoned sanity in the pressure of this symbolized madness

For surely how can this great hypocrisy exist and become as of spirit

 For in this hypocrisy man has created unto himself his own citadel

 And if he persists in its constant erection

 That he makes it his domicile, his habitation in this and other lives

 Then he will in time become entombed

If a man be ‘joined’ in spirit he must in all things be creatively minded

He cannot think thusly, that it is of his world

 Or that he and others like him have interpreted these things within their worlds and correctly each according to himself

Rather they should feel that within themselves and they should know that within themselves

 Is the divine spark of intelligent reason which can be fanned into an immortal flame by the desire within every heart to be creative

 To be intelligent, to be ever conscious of this ‘The Kingdom of Heaven Which is Within’

So each man cometh unto his time and place where he must choose between the world of his own making

 The denominators of his own experiences can become as millstones around his neck if he does not turn them into the Essenic substances of spiritual manifestation

If he cannot see creative logic and reason

 The infinite resources of personal experience which expand his consciousness

 Then he is indeed lost

For even as I am joined so that you too must also be joined

 That we may live in the House of the Lord forever


Part Two

Dear Ones, at this hour and in this place I again come to you

 And while I am of spirit, I knoweth not the necessity of one hour or one place

 For surely in me all hours, each are joined in its proper places

I come among you as one of you – a man among men so that you knoweth of me by name

 And my form yieldeth to thee my body

 For surely as I am of this form and in this place

 Yet I am not one of thee but of spirit and as such I liveth not in the form or in the flesh but rather the flesh liveth in me and corrupteth me not

For if ye should not see me thusly how should you know me

 Or how should you call me if I am not known as a man and only of spirit

 Then thine eyes yieldeth not my form

 Neither does thine ears tell thee of my name

And so it was many years ago

 I was born among ye

 A Man among men to yield to thee the things of spirit

Each in their hour and in their place

 For surely if you knoweth of these things and from the spirit

 Each in their time and in their place

 Then ye knoweth of Me

 For I am joined in them and in them they manifest in thee

 Each in its time and in its place

So it must be thusly

 The joining of all things and their proper placement

 For as ye cometh upon them and your eyes yield their form and your ears heareth of their name

 Then you knoweth of them and they too become joined in thee

 And in thine future you too become as of spirit – joined in all things

And as spirit so ye too may rest from among men the conquering ideals and ambitions to be as they are

 Each one a citadel unto himself

 For as he becomes a citadel

 So is he turned to stone and he yieldeth neither the form nor the spirit nor will his ears heareth celestial music

 Neither will his feet trod the pathways of the stars among those who have become spirit

 Yet if I was to speak to thee of spirit

 How would you know Me or how would you know spirit if you know nothing of all things save that you have been in and part of this world

 Each one unto many lifetimes

He has not yet cometh to the time and the place where all these lives have yielded him naught but sorrow and pain

 For he is ever searching for that time and place and that hour when he too is joined in all things and in all hours and in all places

And he knoweth of them all

 Yet holding with all the vision that here too must be a new beginning

 A new place to withhold a new infinity

 And a searching and seeking and a joining in the many ways of spirit so that it too yields more of its own self

 For in these things are born the essences of creation

And as the planets around their suns spin in their mad galaxies of neverending and ceaseless motion

 So it is in all creation that these things too must yield unto themselves what they are

 Not as they would be seen or as they would be heard

 But as they know of themselves and how are they thusly joined in spirit

And so as you ponder the many hours ahead and you are searching and seeking and striving to join in spirit so that I would have you remember me as such

 Having joined in you these common things which I too have joined in spirit

 Not common to you but uncommon to all earth men

 Only in the principles of creativity do they become ever apparent

 Do they become the sustaining virtues of thy life

And that you should not seek as other men do

 Nor should you seek among them for this joining of spirit and all the things of which spirit is

 For surely you shall find none of it - for they have not

 Each man must seek and search among the things of which he is

 The treasures which he has stored in the after years to the things in which he has envisioned in his future to his hopes, his aspirations and his ideals

 He must sift among the ashes of his experiences for the last traces of virtues which have been left by the fires of emotion

 He must ever be conscious that in this world there are many things which seek to destroy and to nullify all that he has thus joined

 For there is ever about him the ways of men and their undoing's, each one unto themselves

 And in their hollow mockeries, their hypocrisies and their bigotries

They too are searching

 They too must find the erstwhile essences of spirit

 For the longings in their heart are truly born of spirit

 For are not all things thus created from it

 And are not all things its substance and itself

Each thing good or evil so contrived as each man seeth it in his own eye

 Becomes as naught to another man in his joining

 For this joining washes away these traces of emotionalisms which yieldeth the taint of sin, of strife and of turmoil

And naught is left save the pure golden grains of wisdom

Thus man cometh unto the world and he is one among the many denizens which dwelleth upon its face and he is nourished in its sustenances

 And he clotheth himself in its many forms and he diversifies himself in many other ways and thinks that it is all

 Yet ever fearful that this passeth away

 Even so as he sees these things vanish from his eyes

What then of the morrow

 Are ye yielded up again into the abominations of the earth world

 Will he return to again wash thy pathway in blood and tears

 To the final unending, ending of thy life

Or will ye seek among the ashes of what you are, to gain these things of spirit

 These essences which have in their many forms and manifestations lived through all of the emotional tirades of thy existence

Surely then this is the way of the joining

 This is the way in which you too can again live and be joined in spirit