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Section Index

Preface Prognosis Consummatum Est Fields of Consciousness Entelos Epinike A Word in Passing The Spark of Nous Walk a while with me The Road to Wisdom The Barren Tree The Cosmic Sigh The Motherload The Journey Home The Arkons of Transition The Love of Hell Annihilation Circuminsession The Void Resurrection The Watcher at the gates of Dawn Beyond the White Duality The Cosmic View Gnosis Revelation The Dark Side The Eternal Bleep Quo Vadis The Pain Ode to Metamorphosis The Odyssey Walking on the Waves Cosmic Blackmail Elitism The Virus Physics and Psy The Fire of Life The Irony Full Circle Paradise on Earth The Reciprocal Convergence The Tiger Moth Drink Deep Dichotomy The Wind does not Blow Serendipity False Idols The Grail Re-Legio The Passion Science Thus Quenched Emanation The Path Teachers Philosophers The Water and the Jug The Judgement of Memory Divine Freedom The Cog's of Form The Accusation Frustration Dream On Happiness Reason and Emotion Affectation Meaning Contemplation The Cosmic Dance Judgement Gnosis of Direction For Nothing The Eternal Mystery The Humour of Dialogue The Cosmos of Creation The Secret of Life Good and Evil Fulfilment The Inheritance The Child and the Man Truth Unconditional Love A Birthday Thought Incarnate Evolution Always Now Affirmation In Conclusion The Deepest Wealth The Knowledge A Breath of Vision The Last virtue In Waiting In Passing Silent Night Ab Aeterno Ad Hoc The Hero For What Reason The Last Amen In Leaving Time and Again The World is full of Beauty

COSMIC BLACKMAIL


"The Power that be does not play dice",
quote Einstein in a rage;
but despite the fact that he thought so much
he had barely seen one page.
For you and I, the thing called mind,
can think and plan in time;
a faculty called freedom,
which makes decision mine.

The giving of such freedom
for our acts in temporal form
is how we learn our lessons,
and where dice becomes the norm.
The dice however, are loaded
by the powers velvet glove;
it cheats - by loading freedoms dice
with an essence we call love.
Thus love is Cosmic blackmail,
though nice as nice can be !
and I could not think of a better way
for the likes of you and me.
For who would go where love does push,
through darkness, fear, and pain
if choice we had to meditate
and reason found no gain ?

And how could things be smarter
where freedom has to choose,
than making us an offer
which none can thus refuse !?
Such humour in creation
runs deep in space and time
and is itself an essence
from the Virgin Womb sublime.
And Love is but one method
to teach things we must know
and bring forth acts we would not choose
by setting our hearts aglow.
But sometimes, when it's lacking,
the spirit glows quite dim;
and at such times then reason knows,
what really makes it sing.

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