I conceived this poem over 50 years ago. Dissatisfied with the initial draft I did no more but over the years one or two key lines continued to haunt me. Early in June 2024, I managed to fall out of a tree I was pruning. My injuries included my left broken arm, hand, and wrenched neck. As a left-handed person that put a stop to many activities, including writing. Trolling through a listing of unfinished poetry the old draft came back in view. Unable to do much else without help, with one unsteady right-handed finger I began to rewrite it.
The Royal Train is now finished. There are two words in the poem you may not be familiar with, they are Djinn and Yama. Djinn is an Arabic plural noun meaning elemental earth-bound spirits hidden from sight. Yama is the Hindu God of death and justice, son of the Sun God Surya, who judges the souls of the dead and depending upon their deeds, assigns them to the realm of the Pitris, (their soul heritage) or to Naraka, (Hell) or to be reborn on Earth.
Humming gently, whistle muted
The Royal Train arrives,
Auto enabled
and expectant of deaths
it screeches driverless to halt
at Rebirth Platform number one.
Doors open.
Into the darkened interior
you float
light as a feather, half asleep,
jostling to get a window seat.
Dreaming, so you believe
The tangled web you often weave.
You’ll not hear the whistle keening
the train restart
Or know its full and wide within
But you will hear, and feel
the pulsing coupled driving wheels
relentlessly rhyming
abba du by abba du by
abba du by abba du by
Cyclical sounds dispelling time
unfolding memories, child-like
motivating youthful desires.
Easily thoughts become creative
Manifesting a desirous world
pulsating independent forms,
life needy forms that gratify,
satiate, and has you wake
and expostulate
to the rhyming wheels
♫ do what you will, do what you will♫
Is this dying you ask of me
travelling free able to see,
testifying
life doesn’t end?
To begin it’s all picture postcard
Dolby Sound and technicolour
Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh.
You, righteously urging the Self
undo, make up, inwardly heal.
Elemental forces enter in;
purpose forms and whispers Djinn.
Unreasoned giving thoughts arise,
happiness spreads like blood within.
Onward and-upward you spiral
the ego cries unwise!
Fear of God enters in:
knowledge dissipates.
♫ Hinder me not, hinder me not
Hinder me not, hinder me not ♫
Hallelujah, God is Great!
Here you reign between the points
of destination and departure
coerced to play the part of king
to this extension of your mind:
pieces and pawns, two of a kind
aboard the Summerland express,
resolved to undo, clean the slate,
begin anew:
entrained upon the ever long
never-ending pointed track. Yama the Jailer God.
Where will it end?
You ask yourself.
No sooner said
the melody of chiming wheels
cease their singing.
Doors slide back,
the Station Master speaks
”rebirth platform number two!”
A dream of people disembark.
No such place but it feels like home
But why you ask, and where am I?
Here unknown smiley people sing
and have you fear the child within.
No walls here and no pearly gate.
The old and young in ragged trews
torn uniforms and winding sheets
or dressed like you, in Sunday best
congregate and await their fate.
Loved ones you believed were dead
appear glowing with health, saying
do what you will, you’re free, enjoy!
Youthfully love, rest from the world
time-out, reinvent and explore.
Your thoughts cease to justify need,
love bearing energies bond with
outpourings of the giving self.
Harmony prevails,
the Way becomes known. Hallelujah, God is Great!
Seeds of union germinate,
love unfettered starts to grow,
your mind enjoins to many lives.
Reason no longer governs form
upward as mustard seeds you flow
all and everything
in a spiral flow.
Doing better
more of what was done before.
The Way becomes your inner state
Divine reason commands the soul.
Karmically you accept your fate.
How can I suggest you differ?
Little do you know, its checkmate
another game must now begin. Hallelujah, God is Great!
How do you tap into the source of higher wisdom to receive guidance? To put it simply -it’s an act of faith. However, we (the population at large) have a problem with that.
I’m writing this week’s email after having watched the BBC news, never edifying at the best of times, today headlining the riots in America, criticism of the governments number crunching slants, further fears of mass unemployment, lockdown breaches -and on a lighter note Parisians eating their lunch outside of restaurants. The number 11 is one of three master numbers (the others being 22 and 33) and is the higher vibratory meanings of single digits 1 and 2. The number 1 is innovative and motivated, open to new things and eager to make a difference. The number 2 promotes harmony, empathy, and sensitivity. In short the number 11 utilises these attributes in much deeper, more profound ways as the bringer of spiritual awareness and wisdom. It is a channel for truth and answers to help us achieve justice.
As always numerology presents the potential of numbers so we can see the riots in America as demand for justice, the need for more transparency from our own government as a call to credit the man in the street with intuitional sense. At the same time awareness of the higher nature potential needs tapping into to alleviate the fears people have, which brings me to the theme of this week’s mail.
How do you tap into the source of higher wisdom to receive guidance? To put it simply -it’s an act of faith. However, we (the population at large) have a problem with that. We have been schooled to adjoin the understanding of faith with outcomes familiar to us. On the job front, given we are diligent and focussed, we have jobs, good personal relationships can be expected if we care, show tolerance, and actively give and take. On the religious front provided we sign up to the dogmas and creeds we can feel ‘protected’. So, the problem is this; you can be diligent and focussed and still not have a job, you can do all to foster good relationships but you can’t control worldly influences causing fear and anxiety. And whilst religious faith can give ultimate ‘protection’ it will not blanket protect you from day to day influences. There have been many pandemics in world history, and it can be argued, plagues that compare our current viral concerns as ‘a walk in the park’. Whole city populations virtually wiped out, as for example Antioch (Turkey) in the 6th century and the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, Constantinople (Istanbul) suffered greatly during the reign of the emperor Justinian. Both Eastern and Western Roman Empires at that time were religiously Christian, and it can be argued their faith was stronger then than it is now -but to no avail.
The problem is Faith is not an insurance policy, events show the truth of that, whether it be faith in temporal matters or religious faith. We appear to have lost the meaning. Allow me to suggest what it really is. It is the ability of the lower soul to act instrumentally to receive of the higher soul. The parable of the Sower aptly shows how this is practised. We all have the capability but some will be unable to recognise it in themselves (the seed fell on the path and birds ate it up), others will only be channel as children (the soil was shallow and the plants were scorched and withered by the sun), still more others will acknowledge the higher self but they allow the lower soul to rule (seed fell among thorns which grew up and choked the plants). The seed that did find good soil increased an hundred fold. The harvest feeds all in need.
How, you might ask, do you become the good seed? True faith has the virtue of guiding our earthly passage, of instilling harmony when all else is in conflict with itself. I’m fully aware many of my correspondents either regard themselves as practising psychics or have engaged in psychic and spiritual development -and you might be thinking I’m about to teach you how to suck eggs.
Perhaps. As from next week I will show you how to regain the faith -or if you are one of the fortunate few, lessons you can advise to others. The poem I have written for this week may seem to be a bit of a tease, but I promise all will be revealed in time to come. This Master Number’s vision is crystal clear and it sees with a breadth that others cannot. It is creative and magnetic, a beacon of wisdom and hope for others to follow.
My thanks to replies I receive -and everyone I reply too. The intention to recover and make a better world is a theme most often central to emails I receive. Stay healthy and you will stay safe. As always I include a link for the self-healing recording, feel free to pass it around to whomever you wish. https://www.holistichealthuk.co.uk/guided_self_healing_cd.php
The Key
In the dawn light on a black beach waiting the white of the eye of the Sun, I seek the sparse sprawl of the tundra; mind of myself. Waiting for the hand over hand thought of their wanting cease and their chains stop a-jingling.
What of them? They still cleansing re-marking the way? Intent on darkening the path to Damascus? The people’s sleeping hands reach for my throat all as one intent to imbue me with the stuff of darkness.
Our Father – is their pitying cry even higher beseeching save us! Tears…. that communise comes crooning to me from land Out of the sea.
This post refers to week 11 in the UK lockdown, first published on email 020620
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