the principal of preclusion

science or spirituality.
the agelong squabble.
ow fiddlesticks.

does science not say that two or more identical fermions cannot occupy the same quantum state within a quantum system simultaneously.

and...

does spirituality not say that Truth cannot enter a point in the soul where there is Error already present.

need i say more...

Written on your face

Said one man to another, "I'm going to say a sentence and I want to see if you can tell if I'm lying or telling the Truth".
Said the other, "ok".
Said the man, "Yesterday, when I came home from work I stopped by the tavern for a tipple of brandy".
Said the other, "You're lying!".
Said the man, "You're correct, but how on Earth could you know so quickly?"
Said the other, "You paused before speaking, and in that hesitation you sculpted a lie".
Said the man "You clever wit. Lets try again, but this time, I will not utter, I'm just going to think of the sentence and that way you cannot tell if I'm pausing". The man stood still and without speaking, nodded his head to acknowledge he was now thinking of the sentence. When he was done the man nodded his head once more and said "Ok, was I lying or telling the Truth?".
Said the other "You were lying!".
Said the man, "But how is that possible? What are you? A reader of the mind".
Said the other, "I am not a reader of the mind, but I did indeed interpret the flickers in your eyes". Said the man, "You sneaky devil. Ok, you got me twice, but you cannot possibly catch me out thrice for I have a grander idea. I'm going to do it again but this time not only will I just think of the sentence, I am going to turn around so that you cannot see my eyes". The man slowly turned his back, and then abruptly held up his hand to instruct that he was beginning to think of the sentence. When he was done, he cast down his arm and turned 180 degrees. Upon facing the other he said, "Was I lying or telling the Truth?".
Said the other, "You were lying!".
Said the man, "Damn it, I'm flabbergasted, you guessed correctly by and by, how could you fathom such a thing, are you a magician? You couldn't hear my voice falter and neither did you witness my eyes. Please... tell me your secret!"
Said the other, "Oh, it wasn't difficult. Before you turned around I counted Seven wrinkles upon your brow, and when you faced me yet again I simply counted Eight wrinkles - you see, the Truth was written on your face"

Oh Truth

Oh Truth...you found me,
and I hid in every place,
I skipped a thousand borders so I could hide my face,
I forged a thousand passports so I could hide my name,
I told a thousand lies so I could hide my shame,
I ran from a thousand sunsets for I thought that you would blame...
but...
 you didn't...
 ...You held my heart and held me close and said that it's Ok,
you opened up your home to me and said that I could stay,
you made a bed so I could rest and let my body lay,
I thought the Truth would harm me Lord,
but Love was all it gave,
the lies will never heal my soul,
for only Truth can save.

Oh Truth...you found me.

The Veil

The life as they knew it was shattered,
...the veil was lifted,
and the world stood still like startled stalagmites, mouths a jar in disbelief,
"How could we have never... kno-wn" they stumbled.
But those who passed from yester years did not stumble or wade in disbelief.
They did naught but run and smile with open arms,
Truth and Love pursued their message, "Alas, we have waited so long for you to see us, now you must believe and now you will not fear "
And in that moment the stalagmites melted as their loved ones from bygone held their hands.

Absolute

Black can never mix with White in the presence of Love and Truth.

Woe to the wonder

There is a love that is blossoming,
and it is magnificent.

I must add that this love has very rarely been seen before,
quite literally...
It was a while ago that a man decided,
and a while ago since he departed.

But he is back now,
and I ought to tell you that he didn't come alone.

I'm glad they returned.
I'm as glad as a field of sunflowers at dawn,
for it was a long dark night in Yorkshire.

I listened to him you know,
that man,
the man who came back.
I listened to what he had to say about love.
And I can tell you,
I hung on every word...
a tear of truth rolled down my cheek.
Saviour.

He talked of a love that I had imaged when I was child,
woe to the wonder,
woe to the innocence.
For a while, I didn't know where that child went.
It was like he ran away from me, not wanting to be found.
Although I caught him once when he wasn't looking...
but it was easy to catch him then though,
for he,
well...
he was sat silently still-
gazing out of an autumn window,
just staring,
...not smiling,
just...
...starring.
I called his name to surprise him with a gift,
but... he was too far gone out to sea,
life capsizing...
What happened to all those promises?
Back then tears didn't roll down my cheeks,
they just froze in my heart.

Well anyway,
I wish not to burden you any further with my days of yore,
but the man who came back,
you know,
the one who talked of the love that I had once imagined...
...I can't thank him enough.

Woe to the wonder.
Woe to the innocence.
There is a love that is blossoming,
and it is magnificent.

Believe the hype

Speak O little one,
Speak.
And when you speak, speak with your eyes,
for your eyes do not lie.
Fear not, and pay lip service to your hearts desires.
Speak from your heart.
Speak in Truth,
and believe the hype.

Stand O little one,
Stand,
And when you stand, face the Sun and beam with confidence.
Fear not, you are Gods creation, thus hold Faith no shadow will cast behind you.
Stand from your heart
Stand in Truth,
and believe the hype.

Express O little one,
Express.
And when you express, show yourself, for nobody can see you hiding behind the wall.
Fear not, the world awaits your glory, and your glory they shall receive.
Express from your heart
Express in Truth,
and believe the hype.

Love

You believe that you cannot Love your enemies,
and to prove your claim you wield a sword of justice and call it Love,
but I tell you that you are wrong.
You desire not to desire.
You desire not to learn
You desire not to leave your comfort.
But I tell you, lest you change your hearts desires to know the Truth of Love, the pillow which rests your head at night, will become the pillow where loved ones will lay flowers.
So do not think you cannot change.
Even I just yesterday would have told you that I have a Soul.
Save today I know that I am a Soul.
Let us pray.

A stitch in time

A stitch in time saves nine.
A stitch of your Love saves my Soul.

A stolen glance

O what has become of me?
I sense that I was once pure ...
Thump!
But not any more.
"You think too much" they say, "You're striving for perfection when perfection is impossible", "You're better off just lightening up a little", "Let your hair down" ... "Have a little fun" ... "You only live once",
"Besides"..."Everybody does it".
"What they don't know, doesn't harm".
"You can look but you can't touch".
"You can read the menu as long as you do not order and eat the meal".
... "You're only human after all".

 Is it True what they say, God. Am I too picky, too frigid, too rigid in my thoughts ? Am I striving for the impossible? Am I too hard on my self? Am I crazy to believe the words written in the olden days ...  "You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery. But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart "

Surely that bar is set too high!
Surely those words are trying to tame and stifle the loins of bygone men?
Surely those words cannot apply to the modern liberated man,
What of his freedom?

Aye but no Lord, those words of the prophet ring true upon my soul,
I feel it my bones, my longings... my heart.
Guilt has gotten a hold of my conscience, and it wont let up.
My thoughts torture my mind like a dripping cold tap.
There's no escape.
I believe God that these pressing feelings have been imbued by you, to help guide me in the right direction, casting out instant pleasures and debauchery of the flesh.
My sin has been seen by the light of your love, and its warmth bends me like a bow towards the ever lasting eternal joy and promised land.
Have any of your children lived this truth?
I only know of one.
Aye Lord, I have that feeling which knows that you are the way to goodness. And that of my current way only leads to suffering.
O how I pray to walk your path.

But still, I cannot lie, I am not yet as sincere as you would have me be...
I want my way to be the way, for my faith in you is not yet full. I refrain from following you for I am too steeped in my desires and pleasures that give me frivolous excitement. Even in the act, I know my attempts for true joy are but temporary... I know I will not be fruitful, yet I carry on collecting invisible apples, always left with empty hands and always left with an empty heart.
I even lie to myself and say 'just this once won't harm', deep down knowing that this 'once' will turn into twice and thrice more...
My heart sinks a little deeper,
My integrity loosens and gives more slack to the cord,
the cord that shines over yonder,
connecting me to my one true love.
It is slipping.

O Lord free me from my selfish ways, for just once I want to know what true Love feels like. Does it truly promise your Kingdom? O how my head bows in shame for I am far from your promise.
Yet you know my shame.
Yet you know my pain,
I pray your hand will reach inside my soul and rid me of this burden.
I pray Lord that my eyes lay only upon the one you created for me.
May I believe the words of my grandmother when she used to say "As God made them, he paired them".

My eyes have stolen glances saved for another mans heart.
O forgive me for I have sinned.
May I be born again. May I become a new creature so that when my brother sees my eyes flicker at the sight of his beloved, he knows they are only adjusting to the brightness of her soul.
And when my eyes look down in her presence, it is not to hide my appetite, but tis only to acknowledge her presence.

Let me not follow the way of the common man.
Let me not lower my bar to excuse myself.
Let me instead follow the ones who were once mortal...
The ones who now sing amongst the choirs in the brightest of the celestial spheres.
Let me follow the ones who raised their bars so high that calling upon your hand was their only savoir from falling.
Let me have such faith.
If I cannot go alone, then let them be my guide.

And if I must rub shoulders with the sheep, let it be that I am a shepherd.
Let it be that I am full to the brim with hope and faith and that my heart beholds your gracious love and truth.
Let me not go back to the herds wearing only the shepherd's cloak.
Let my staff not be made of ash.
Let my words be golden to match the colours of my heart.
And if I must be a sheep, then Lord, may you be my shepherd.
I wish not to be blind, nor to take the hand of the blind.
For only you God can see the full light.

Let my heart be so pure that there is no need to turn my eyes when another man's half crosses my path.
May my brother have such trust in me, that I could see his woman's naked flesh, and the only thing that stirs me is the joy of knowing her heart.

O Lord,
forgive me for I have sinned.

Longing

God asked me to share the Truth
to all the open ears,
to cast out all the doubt in souls,
to cast out all the curdling fears.

God asked me to share the Love,
to all the beating hearts,
in hope that they would long for more,
to fill the grieving empty parts.

Seekers,
all you seekers,
offer your prayers now,
offer your hearts and let your head bow.

Seekers,
all you seekers,
drop to your knees now,
drop to your knees and let your head bow.

God asked me to let you know that saviours on its way,
all your debts are pardoned
let forgiveness be redemptions pay.
Your enemies, your sins and hurt can all be healed with Love
do not discard this precious Law
for this decree is bind with Trust

God asked me to let you know that you are not alone,
Her Love is waiting tenderly,
and longs to bring you safely home.
If you could only know the glory God has planned for you,
you'd seize to keep yourself alive,
you'd long for Love to birth you new.

So seekers,
all you seekers,
offer your prayers now,
offer your hearts and let your head bow.

Seekers,
all you seekers,
drop to your knees now,
drop to your knees and let your head bow.

For God asked me to share the Truth
to all the open ears,
to cast out all the doubt in souls,
to cast out all the curdling fears.

God asked me to share the Love,
to all the beating hearts,
in hope that they would long for more,
to fill the grieving empty parts