The Lord's Prayer

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Greetings!

Anyone in this Group have the second half of The Lord's Prayer? I found it,

many years ago and copied it, but now I can't find it! The Lord's Prayer

continues, "And now, after this manner also, we pray to Our Mother, The

Earth..."

raven

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

> Anyone in this Group have the second half of The

> Lord's Prayer?

 

I did not know that there was a second half. I do know

that the Christian Lord's Prayer comes from the part

of the Bible called Matthew, so I suggest looking

there.

I do remember one Christian minister one time

quoting the part of Matthew immediately before this

prayer. Jesus was speaking disapprovingly of the

practice of memorizing prayers then reciting them

verbatim. Instead, he advocated spontaneous prayer,

with words that came from the heart instead of from

the head. He said (and I paraphrase): "Just talk to

God as if you were talking to your own father. Say

something totally spontaneous, just as if you were

having an ordinary conversation. Say, for example,

something like 'Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be they name ...'" etc.

 

Sister Usha Devi

 

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[Guest guest]

Beautiful Day, Beloved!

 

Yes, there is the second half of the Lord's Prayer that was omitted from the

Christian Bible. As I recall, it was omitted by the third ecumenical conference

by the patriarchs who were taking the Words of Jesus - taking ONLY the Words of

Jesus - that they could use for their own purposes. We all know the reason...

 

raven

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i pray that one day i leave hell.

 

i was thinking of You when i wrote this. but it is just

about my lotus life.

 

sincerely

an average poet

 

i forget almost everything except where i am

for sanity's sake.

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by tenji (from deadjournal)

people will do what they do which is practically

everything. yesterday in the linear past people were

generally pessimistic. some utterly so. and love?

love was something many people talked about but there

were conditions, conditions. we were all fragmented,

shattered fragments of an original whole.

 

yet somewhere the core of that original whole is still

one. awareness is something: awareness exists.

 

questions can be asked like: if awareness ceased to be

what would be around to know about it?

 

but i have also heard it said: the void is not empty.

 

consciousness just is, i do not fear its passing and i

am happier when consciousness is. often i am almost

awake in my dreams: when i sense that the dream

approaches what my waking mind would find absurd then

sonetimes the dream ends, or at least i 'wake up' and am

in the waking dream of life.

 

and a tender pain is always present. it is the pain of

knowing something that is valuable.

or the pain which the deeply ignorant might call knowing

too much.

and the ignorance is so often accompanied by a hateful

deceptive presence. i am still not sure what it is but i

know that it often accompanies ignorance, it seems to

always deny love maybe we humans are almost all

afflicted by it: this ignorance that rejects, hates,

criticizes, says that awareness of anything beautiful is

kinowing "too much".

but i suspect that "knowing too much" is somehow the

attittude of fearfulness.

 

there is an awareness that knows without loving: it has

a few names but being without love is pretty rough.

 

as paradoxes beckon and there is little else that seems

worth doing naturally my mind ventures towards what is

on the surface absurd: perhaps throwing some love in the

direction of that which seems to know and not love could

affect the seeming imbalances?

 

some insist that all is hatred, some insist that love is

illusion and only believe in lust, decay, fear and

entropy, inertia.

 

i choose to bgelieve in love, positivity. and have been

cursed for my choises. i can see that there was a long

history of happenings before i existed as i do now, what

with change happening every second, with my very

consciousness affected by every new event. i am utterly

different now than i was twentyfour hours ago, and what

was illusion and what was real are -- or seem --

different to me now.

 

of what value is poetry to a man who does not value

money? to a man who only seeks to really be left alone

except for love? what is love? i struggle to keep my

mind open as imbalance seems everywhere. yet that's

false to say so. autumn is here.

 

is my perception of time altering? the earth is tilted.

different stars are overhead or so it would seem. 'when

tomorrow's love lingers not.' she said to me. love is

invisible sometimes, it can comfort my heart if not my

loins, it can ease my soul and my mind even when i am

all alone except for the universe, constantly speaking.

 

some think the universe is at war with itself. i think

it has settled down to minor skirmishes, and that the

greater part has attained a sort of balance.

 

some see failure: but what are their standards for

success?what is success to aman who sees money as the

enemy of freedom, of love, of happiness, of sanity?

 

i was told that to believe in the eternal was wrong. i

do it anyway with a sense of profound freedom as well as

a joyful sadness.

 

Joyful sadness has slowly crept into my life, beyond

metaphors, except perhaps a black cat that stands in my

window sill. I look at her and she looks back at me,

yellow eyes gleaming, and we both know that she is not

unlucky, except perhaps to be seen as such by the

ignorant.

 

the black cat in my imaginary window is the sign or

mother wisdom, she is that beauty which only the truly

wise can percieve.

 

The wise are among the rare, it seems tonight.

 

one day all the hatred will be gone. all the loathing

and all that was ever calle devil by people will be no

more. silent scoffers sneer 'bullshit' and even i feel

harsh reflections bouncing off the walls of my mind.

 

but one day all the hatred will be gone and gone never

to return. perhaps even I will be dead before that

happens, but there will be people and they will know

that black cat mother whose yellow eyes stare into my

window.

 

there will be no evil

and there will be great happiness

and there will be rainbows, people will wear rainbows

to express the great victory of god and nature and the

children of earth

 

there will be no evil, there will be love and love

making and great happiness. there will be no delusion

and no war and no hatred.

 

tonight in the world are delusion and war and hatred,

and the black cat and i are very sad.

 

i have been cursed for believing in love!

i have been cursed for believing in love!

this is the truth of my existance and i imagine that of

many others. i would be proud if it were something to be

proud of.

there is a wide universe, huge and deep, and this planet

lives in it, seeming to swim through the stars.

 

one day there will be no more delusion. i would like to

say i live for those days. i would like to say like Jimi

that 'i don't live today' but i choose to be here now as

much as i can, even though now misery wails in the

streets forlorn and feeling rejected, misunderstood and

beautiful, if twisted by delusion and shame.

 

but home is wherever i am; i am at home in my skin.

 

eventually the voices of hatred, envy and evil, will be

silenced: i know that that which hates love takes many

forms, and has many voices but it hates love, do you

understand? its smiles are only smiles of habit, it does

not smile in loving kindness, it lies and hates love, it

is legend and not for good deeds or truthful sharing.

I am legend in small ways, in small circles, for good

deeds and truthful sharing. in small ways and sometimes

out of guilt.

 

but sometimes because i love to see people happy with

what small things i could share. it makes those who hate

love really squirm in their skin, and thei tell evenmore

twisted lies.

 

i am convinced that there is some way to help them too.

i am also twisted and contorted. i am distroted,

misshapen and mutated by compassion. compassion cuts my

throat, compassion gives me backache, compassion makes

my ears burn and has damaged my brain but i have it. i

am less than proud of it and it is less than pure, an

alloyed compassion born of necessity.

 

the Aryans lied to me. they said "we arelying to you!

now accept our lies as truth!" when i refused they

turned their backs on me and looked for anyone weaker

they could find to lie about: and lies about me were

added to their propaganda.

 

i felt powerless to help them and unable to not pity

them.

 

they were monsters of hatred, rigid, calcified, and the

lies were deep. i laughed almost because it was absurd:

as if the preiest says to the wife, 'do you take this

man?' and she farts as loudly as possible. so absurd

were the lies the aryans told about me when i refused,

to their faces, to their EYES, to accept their lies as

truth.

i just want to feel good.

 

the Lady wants me to speak the truth: she knows i ramble

on. I am talking about lucifer and his minions, the

denial spirits. they are utterly twisted, they hate

love. they posess people whose hearts have shut down

from abuse, and then the people become twisted minions.

The Lady is tired of their rule and so am I. Love has

been outlawed, spontnaeity is a controlled substance,

happiness is hard to come by and The Lady's tired of

suffering. (why i love her)

 

all this suffering is necessary, sadly: we have to fix

EVERYTHING. even them.

 

in a way these denial sprirts who swear they are

righteous and lie all the time must be healed: they have

maybe never been loved, have rejected all offers of

love. and they despise love, their power to negate love

on earth seems great. i am talking about Love here, and

how demons sneer at it as the people they have posessed

are prisoners to the denial spirits that have sneaked

inside them.

 

theidea of loving them seems absurd to the mind, but

perhaps love does really conquer all.

 

although conquer is not what i would do. the mind fails

at this point.

 

i have to put my faith in jesus again; every day i

reconsecrate myself to jesus, feeling liek a humble and

spineless fool. the ignorant would call me a trickster,

when i tell the truth with love to those who only hate

and believe in lies, later when i am proven right they

might scream 'he tricked us. he's so sneaky. rotten

trick, being honest and direct. that's bulshit. not

fair.'

 

and then the lies start again.

 

the stars seem cold and far away. but they are HOT. i

can't touch them and only sometimes am i glad.

 

i know that Christ is not a demon, i know that christ is

far beyond what the asuras can distort or pervert. i

cannot guess at his grand master plan, but i have a

feeling it involves the triumph of love on earth, the

end of denial.

 

i know that the light of love is some powerful stuff.

 

i felt it, i shut everything out and i opened myself up

to christ presence.

 

i kept thinking on god because life was suffering. i

called the televangelical prayer warriors, i said: i am

buddhist but i want to be saved too. the asuras hate the

buddha a lot. did you know? oh the demons despise the

buddhas and bodhisattvas. buddhas and boddhisattvas are

full of love. the real ones, who have passed the trials

by fire.

 

when the fire of love enters the heart for sure, there

may be misgivings in the mind, illusions may decieve the

third eye for a moment, but the heart knows love for

that which it is. the heart was made to love.

 

the demons hate love, the mention of it sends them into

a consternation of lies. i can almost imagine their bat

wings flapping. angry that someone would mntion love,

the source of life in their presence.

 

i am sorry that malachi martin is dead. i wish i could

have learned from him the way of exorcising demons. some

beautiful people are trapped by demons, enslaved and

distorted. i know that there are angusideg hearts inside

them that the demons despise and have gagged.

 

do you believe in soul mates?

 

i know i do but i can't explain it. 'one ring to rule

them all.'

 

there is a wheel of dharma but it's oh, so hard to turn.

i think it is clicking slowly though. i get the feeling

that one might get in a car, when the odometer is at

9,999,998.

 

i tried to spped up time and it felt like it slwoed to a

crawl. then i looked at a magazine and the date shocked

me. the summer flew by, april was just yesterday.

 

once i thought i could feel the universe dying. i hope

it was just me, but not really.

 

maybe it was just my cells expanding. maybe i was just

growing more like light,

 

they say that the Change is upon the earth and that

there will be people who are more like light than people

have been, and that to be full of love is a way to be. i

sort of agree but i am unsure. people are strange.

 

maybe there will always be people who only hate and lie;

perhaps there have to be for balance.

 

once i had a vision of an entire world settled in light

and love and harmony, everyone going from activity and

activity full of the presence of god, full of love and

happiness. this really made the demons angry,

 

(so what.)

--- Sister Usha Devi <sisterusha wrote:

> > Anyone in this Group have the second half of The

> > Lord's Prayer?

>

> I did not know that there was a second half. I do know

> that the Christian Lord's Prayer comes from the part

> of the Bible called Matthew, so I suggest looking

> there.

> I do remember one Christian minister one time

> quoting the part of Matthew immediately before this

> prayer. Jesus was speaking disapprovingly of the

> practice of memorizing prayers then reciting them

> verbatim. Instead, he advocated spontaneous prayer,

> with words that came from the heart instead of from

> the head. He said (and I paraphrase): "Just talk to

> God as if you were talking to your own father. Say

> something totally spontaneous, just as if you were

> having an ordinary conversation. Say, for example,

> something like 'Our Father, who art in heaven,

> hallowed be they name ...'" etc.

>

> Sister Usha Devi

>

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> Founder, Divinely Female and worshipper of the Sacred

> Flame that shines inside every woman

>

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