An Evolutionary Leap
An evolutionary leap
in life consciousness.
Born in pulse present lives
contemporary consciousness;
are apparently normal at surface appearance
radiant destined human beings;
developing transcendental paranormal capacities
as God sourced energy connections;
as part of an “Incarnated in the earth’s vibrations”
accelerated evolutionary vibration rate.
As a more purified
spiritual frequency
crossing the biological barrier
between this husk life
and states of vibrational existence
preceding birth
states of illuminated existence
ascending death.
As part of an incarnated accelerated
bridge to future potential
raising vibrations, reaching ultimately,
heaven immanent on earth.
Crossing the curtained barrier
between this learning life
and the world we were born
to aspire ascend to.
Released from modern disbelief
in imminent human transcendence
transforming psychosocial characteristics.
Released from chained dominated insecurity
arising from physical exploitation aspects
inducing perceived threatening life.
“Ignorance and lust are crippling chains
that need not be.”
Released from flesh soul tormented
fear incumbent upon incapacitated many
“trapped within [... this] physical density” life.
“Infinity pauses, momentarily, passes”.
Release fear spectres hunger, scarcity, impotency.
Release insecure need to control, manipulate, dominate.
Dissipate anger, greed, hate, envy and bitterness.
Even now “humility and love
hold haloed key.”
Through restorative healing love
“links are cut an individual rises free.”
Born in present lives and consciousness
are apparently normal human beings
developing transcendental capacities
as part of an angelic sustained accelerated
bridge to a transformational future diversity;
raising vibrations, reaching heaven on earth
crossing the barrier between this evolving life;
and the world we were born to aspire to.
Nirvana attained perfect peace respecting life.
Nirvana embraces the one life all life
as sacred. Respecting all life as sacred.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
*Quotations are from two poems by Terence George Craddock published in Lemmings Into The Sea, in 1991. The first quotation is from “Visions From A Dream State” written in March 1982. All other quotations are from “Perspective Stand” written in April 1982.
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Silences Speak In My Soul
how can I tell you
of the silences
that speak to me
that I reach out
to touch in moments
stretching back to
inspiration of creation
I feel speak in my soul
unique in my stillness
witnessing one vast smile
as whole universe shines
in God’s creative smile
creation comes upon me
creation is all within me
creation infuses my being
creation is sea of awareness
no thoughts form into words
imagery is words within soul
no noise forms into fleet sound
voice spoke creation into being
thoughts wash over my soul
behold creation in appreciation
perceived in stillness attained
God speaks infuses my brain
behold felt essence of life is laden
within love which birthed creation
I reach out touch recipe of gift life
love embraces lungs touch breath air
alertness is alive creation perceives
life is breath breathed into life being
awareness perceives in complexities
multiple lifeforms perceive creation
all life is one life linked in earth biosphere
all earth’s surface abounds in life lease
atmosphere sea abound in one life lease
across eons interwoven creation breathe
ingenious species fail extinct in man greed
independent species erased link cut expire
independent species disappear into oblivion
earth rape accelerates inducing earth death
hear silences as forest loses thrill bird song
hear silences as animals decrease fade extinct
hear silences as rivers seas empty of fish stock
hear silences as plant diversity waxes withers
one life lessens weakens as strand by strand
man unravels woven fabric in sustaining life
dispossessed bear witness speak of earth rape
God holds seeds of immortal souls to replant
a new heaven new earth is written into universe
place is prepared for judgement awaiting souls
to be released into reseeded new perfect creation
silences speak of places dark souls will be bound
'infinity pauses
momentarily passes'
brief cosmic moment
universal restoration
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Quotation from ‘Perspective Stand’ written in April 1982, by Terence George Craddock
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Educating Ignorance
Educating ignorance
is a full on
lifetime task.
A joyous
not grave
responsibility
to raise
to expand the consciousness
of an entire world.
To perpetuate
human survival
on a higher
cosmic level
attaining joyous existence
sustainability.
Reverent
collective will
exalting
individual freedom
outgrow need to dominate
pristine nature.
Outgrowing need
to dominate
energy sources
all human incarnations
conceived revered as
sacred sites evolving.
Life a joyous exaltation
not a grave
restrained responsibility.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 1999 on the 30.9.99.
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Why Bother?
Most people born
into stale earth existence
never do anything
with their transitional lives.
They just take up space
occupy an empty chair
move daily from point A to B?
Never contemplating
meditating mitigating,
the reason why
humankind survives,
humanity evolves,
within earth sphere.
For all the essential qualities
they self occupied achieve...
they may as well dormant be
an empty vacant sterile chair.
They are not inactive born
to attain high peaks
encapsulate enlightenment
because they choose not to.
They wade through waves
encompassing indifference,
or generate storm tossed anger
to drown themselves,
or others bitterly within, when
they even indifferently bother.
Radiant meaning, purpose, learning,
orientating chosen human existence.
Is not an ultimate goal, attaining, perpetuating,
mere physical; supposed security survival.
Choose contribute, to an evolutionary shift,
through fine deeds, singular communal;
brainstorming, healing, supportive, attitudes actions;
supportive love sent; revitalizing energy.
Open imagination expand limits,
awareness, germinating self-knowledge.
Mitigate fear, hopelessness, despair,
permeating despondent; hedonistic humanity.
Universal enlightenment
offers transcendental energy;
to everyone interrogating life
seeking essentially spiritual nature.
Mystical connections
within universal energy;
expands our awareness;
orientating souls irrevocably towards;
our ultimate human destiny;
our original divinity created purpose.
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A Voice Apart
I remember! What do I remember?
Read my words. Read. Work it out.
What am I? What am I incarnate?
A man. A man who cannot die.
Who can know what I am?
I cannot die. I live to witness errant life.
To reveal erroneous
world in words eternal.
To write repentance
into serpent heartless men.
Bound by God
to live out tribute
sentenced allotted years.
Bound by God
to fulfill prime
promise seeding past years.
Bound to write
an enlightening awareness
into dawning awakening
foretelling an exalted new age.
Foretelling an expanded
biologically cognitive
“... evolutionary leap forward,
with humanity
poised within a new age...
A rising again,
an expanded consciousness,
a future state.” (64-66) .
Quotation adapted from ‘Visions From A Dream State’, by Terence George Craddock, written in March 1982.
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Visions From A Dream State
The day is done, the hour is late,
as I lie down at last to rest.
Tranquility is all I seek this night,
an interval of silence exertion free;
sleep I crave, disturbance stilled,
peace of mind sanity decrees.
The world is quiet, the people rest,
I lie alone, motionless, and hear
the distant murmur of a soundless night.
Sleep’s gentle shroud encircles me
her magic bliss of drowsiness
descends as if a sweet caress.
The cool security of clean sheets
a delightful pleasure that comforts me
yet sleep itself eludes me still, fleetingly
like a butterfly, gliding on a gentle breeze.
Sleep, I seek it still, for within her care
is seclusion no man may break.
I reach out for it, for caressing sleep,
in faint gossamer hope she waits for me.
Meditative gift of solitude is mine at least
that suspends entirely all conscious thought.
In darkness, inky
my weary spirit breaks loose its bonds,
and slowly rises free,
from unfrequented reaches of my mind.
While swoon foggy cloud of weariness
that enfolds me, fades instantly,
leaving my skin tingling from dewy breath,
which soothed all bodily fatigue.
I finally drift into a trouble-free sleep, but soon,
regretfully, poetic thoughts impede my brief repose;
alas; abstract visions flood my sight.
Clouds float in space, icicle seeded rain,
parched sterile ground now water nourished,
a springing into life brought forth by rain.
Yet who planted ripe seed within my brain
that burst forth into such glorious blooms,
within fallow fertile gardens of my mind.
Was stagnation strangulating;
originally caused by evilness in man?
Or an outside force
humanity could not withstand?
Evil never furthers prime perseverance,
of atoned; superior redeemed man.
Now! Is time for opposing those who destroy,
but where are chosen guides,
who will astral spiritual leaders be?
Are they really absent,
or is it merely covetous blind
who cannot see?
Incarnated in earth’s vibrations
living normal lives,
breathing, waiting, to purify and prepare.
Yet are prophets prepared for existence,
for oppressive struggles on physical plane?
Life for them will surely be,
inevitable, a requisite of necessity.
Will they open up earth eyes,
and open up ominous sky,
to let pale planet shine through?
And can they finally bring into harmony,
and visionary understanding,
our so-called brotherhood of man?
Do solemn slowly
falling sands; signify;
an approaching end for man?
Or do omens foretell a great evolutionary
leap forward, with humanity;
poised within anew age?
A rising again, an expanded
consciousness, a future state.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in March 1982. Published in Lemmings Into The Sea in 1991.
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Chosen To Change Prophecy Potentials
he may be psychic
he may foretell the future...
but the only future he writes
is with a quill and ink...
I may be psychic.
I may foretell the future.
But the only future I write.
Is with a ballpoint pen.
they may be psychic
they may foretell the future...
but their future write
is with a computer tablet...
this future references
future net human societies
therefore it is not applicable
to two lives we ourselves
if born in different places
if born in different times...
if born in different decades
if born in different centuries...
or is it soul purpose applicable
though on a set parallel scale
of timed minimal importance
dominance of earlier soul purpose
visions of artistic output
claim pressing precedence...
intrinsically eye inscribes
mind set sight shock waves...
a prophet
is born
to fulfill
a specific
life
a preordained...
energy
flesh incarnate...
message
is radiated
into beautification
infusing sacred
eternal
life strife...
itself
resolute...
in cycle
of lives
dances
prophecies
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The Chosen To Change
I may be psychic.
I may foretell the future.
But the only future I write.
Is with a ballpoint pen.
This future references
future human society.
Therefore it is not applicable
to two lives we ourselves.
Though on a scale
of minimal importance. Dominance.
Visions of artistic output
claim precedence. Intrinsically inscribe.
A prophet is born
to fulfill a specific life.
A preordained energy
and incarnate message.
Is radiated into the beautification
infusing sacred eternal life itself.
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Embryonic Homicide
Life is same, no matter young or old;
Life is precious, more than silver, gold;
Life isn’t commodity that is sold;
Life’s from God, not from this nasty world!
Alike is life in children and adults;
Alike is life ‘in utero’, ‘ex womb’;
Alike is life of born and that unborn;
All human lives are equal before God.
All human beings are in God’s semblance;
Each body gets a soul that everlasts;
The love of God is shown to all creatures;
The Life-Giver alone can take back life!
The Embryo has life that’s God-destined;
The Embryo was formed by love of God;
The Embryo must grow by divine Word;
The Embryo has soul like anyone!
Why kill the embryo for its small parts?
Why destroy one life to save another?
Why treat the embryo with great disdain?
Why murder lives in womb for sake of born?
The embryo is healthy, not diseased;
The embryo is living, not deceased;
The embryo is child, awaiting birth;
The embryo is human too and worth!
No beast kills babies that are still unborn;
The world demands kindness to animals;
Why not protect the human lives unborn?
Preserve the dignity of life in womb!
Could God watch human lives desecrated?
Would God spare merciless human beings?
The embryonic life is life as well;
All ruthless murderers shall land in hell!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-9-2009
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A Best Way To Liberation! (1)
As cage bird or imprisoned person we all live our life;
A soul in the body is like a prisoner in the prison here;
However joyful or sorrowful the life is freedom is bliss;
For which we all explore life, world, Nature and God!
Love makes man live in the world inspired by Nature;
Man knows love from Nature and lives better life;
Love of Art, beauty, Nature, music helps to live longer;
Due to love he lives family life far evolved from animals!
Fear is the opposing force of love perpetrated by animals;
Animals achieve all by the force of fear more than love;
But love of knowledge or education puts an end to fear
And knowledge by experience gives wisdom and culture!
Culture ennobles man from animals to live best life
As culture is best way of life based on best of acts
Covering best thoughts, best words and best deeds
Extensively satisfying all aspects of human activities!
Life is conscious existence enjoying bliss in the world;
Divine life is eternal conscious existence in bliss absolute!
Physical life is consciousness of soul powered by energy;
Divine life is consciousness of Universal Spirit everywhere!
Matter has evolved from energy powered by Universal Spirit;
Human body has time limit as all perishable commodities;
The soul within is the dropp of the Universal Soul everywhere,
That is the saturation or end point of all living souls here!
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The Secret Origin Of Intergalactic Star Life
the metaphysical meaning to the origin
of all physical life starts post big bang
within first thousand years of birth
star creation is star sugar life sugar
coated candy secret to all physical life
life before big bang we shall not
discuss in realms weighing infinite in
infinitesimal zero birth stasis expanding
spectrum's of glorious gas whirling dust
multiverses pop bubble burst into
instantaneous being in sequences
still perpetrating across cosmic void
ripple creation sweeps into existence
sugars not secret an accelerated short
cut energizing advancing life forms
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Human Existence On Earth
How do you define human existence on earth?
Some say our life on earth is like a journey
The journey begins from the day we are born
And terminates the day we die
Others say that our life is a school
We start learning from the day we are born
Everyday of our life on earth
There is always something new to learn
The schooling ends the day we die
Few compare our life on earth to the sun
Our sunrise is the day we are born
While our sun sets on the day we die
Our life can also be likened to a flower
The flower is planted the day we are born
As we grow up, our flower germinates
When we reach middle-age
Our flower blooms and sparkles
After we retire, our flower fades away
Life of humans can also be equated to the four seasons
The spring covers birth to adolescent years
Summer of our life begins from adolescent to middle-age
While fall season starts from middle-age to retirement
The winter of our life will be from retirement to death
Another analogy is to liken human existence on earth
To the waxing and waning of the moon
From our birth to the time we retire from active service
Can be compared to waxing of the new moon to full moon
While our life from retirement to our death
Can be associated with the waning of full moon to new moon
Whatever may be your own analysis of life?
Always live everyday to the fullest
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The Pain Of An Earthly Existence
You tell me that I have a beautiful
soul but I know that I am so ugly.
For I was born into sin like all men
women who compose collective humanity.
The difference is I remember the moment
when sin entered my prime earthbound soul.
The moment just preceding my birth when
I felt sin enter pride manifest instantly grown.
Sin entered my soul to allow
my birth into this world of sin.
I have knowledge of pride sin
but not of sins entry origin in.
Yet the amazing thing for me is
that God can look into the hearts
of all men women who contain
such manifest sin far far worse.
I lost my divine nature in order
to be born looking into mirror
flesh masks sin manifest I contain
within is potential horror I attest.
Yet sin is the only horror that can
contain my earthly existence to
fulfil chosen purpose God within
my existence on temporal earth.
Without sin within I would
vibrate straight off
the horrific face of
this earth within an instant.
The vibration rate of such
an evil earth cannot
accommodate a human
soul completely free of sin.
Restoration acceptance of divine
birth divinity incarnate in flesh.
God enters in body sin corrupt
to dwell in form as holy spirit.
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Torch Bearers
Are we not the torch bearers,
that uphold light in darkness,
that carry flames that burn,
from flickering time immortal,
we painted paintings upon cave walls
shaped sacred imaged life living,
upon three dimensional rock walls
within earth womb where life originates,
charcoal lines ochre invigorates life
dancing to light of ephemeral flames,
harmonics encaved resonant vibrations
tame visions within soul of earth mother,
power of our overlapping pictures imagery
flows throughout time throughout eternity,
symbolic outlines graphics images colours
pigment pipe airbrush blown across canvas,
interchanging interacting coupling bodies
permeate all aspects through porous time,
torched bodies dance, inspired ephemeral dances,
blazing torch light, burning mind to descent mind...
holder of spirits redeemable
throughout transcending ages,
holder of spirits entranced
attaining transcendental consciousness...
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Orthodox Mysticism
there are those that study
mysticism in many forms
graduating through levels
layers attesting to knowledge
learned in directed life quests
in pursuit of ephemeral signs
yet masters lose seeking souls
fail to recognize search visions
to find vibrations radiant ones
there are those born knowing
in dreams cast back before birth
remember pure souls departure
remember light embodiment
remember enlightenment shed
remember meditation minds
imperfection inhaled to be flesh born
to know battle earth sphere entrapment
to illuminate lost minds earth needs
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Soul Healers Restore Birth Purpose
secondary source seekers believe
mysticism is only found in books
learned from masters attaining
mystic insight taught segments
venture forth into source experience
remember primary source manifest
souls born to raise human vibrations
souls born who seed life perceptions
seek soul healers restoring birth purpose
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An Only Begotten Son
Joseph and Mary
your son Isaiah 9: 6-7
is only first born Matthew 1: 16
without original sin
human stain
of Adam and Eve Genesis 3: 1-18
only child
born without
original sin Matthew 20: 28
an immaculate Matthew 1: 18
conception Matthew 1: 23
awaited virgin birth Matthew 1: 25
third perfect
human being
second Adam Hebrews 7: 28
only perfect soul
tempted by sin
that did not fall Mark 1: 13
God incarnate
in flesh
our long promised John 1: 14
Messiah born John 1: 41-42
into the world
in Bethlehem Matthew 2: 1
Adam made by
God’s own hands
shaped in red clay
God breathed breath
of life into Adam
spark of life living soul Genesis 2: 7
Eve rib taken
from Adam in sleep
flesh of his flesh
soul of his soul
God created first man
God created first woman Genesis 2: 20-23
in the beginning
was the Word
the Word was with God John 1: 1
the Word was a God
all things came into
existence through him
apart from him
not even one thing
came into existence John 1: 1-3
Lord Jesus Christ John 20; 28
Our Lord and Saviour Acts 13: 23
The Blood of the Lamb John 1: 29
For God
loved the world
so much
that he sent
his only
begotten son John 3: 16
as a ransom
sacrifice for our sin 1Timothy 2: 6
to save the world John 3: 17
so that all people
exercising faith in him
would not be judged John 3: 18
but be saved
given eternal life
for there is one God
and one mediator
between God and men
a man Christ Jesus 1Timothy 2: 5
who said
I am the way
the truth
and the life
and no one
comes to God
except through me John 14: 6
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Tilting Windmills
A few
scribbled words.
Puny insignificant
things.
In themselves.
Yet spiritual vibrations
signalling divine power!
To rock capitalistic nations
structured exploitation crime core!
Covetous entrenched foundations.
Bullets by contrast
at their optimum.
May produce
only deadfall.
Steaming felled corpse.
Life crushed
can be taken
only once.
Guarded man
may so easily
be struck down.
But dreams
craving truth
cannot be silenced!
Visions dreamt
born to life
suffer birth pangs!
Even those garmented
in martyr’s blood!
May elevate
laboured protracted existence!
A few scribe
scribbled words.
Puny insignificant
tiny things.
In themselves.
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Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
His face is old now old and weathered by time
battered by elements mishaps the odd hand,
a face telling intriguing many layered stories.
A face evoking long lived life distinguishing
in every timeworn, etched evolving wrinkle,
slight change in profile, etched characteristic;
events marking bloody birth of numerous nations,
monumental decisions, progressive undercurrents.
With eyes telling multiple mysteries
they have suffered, been and seen,
knowing well amoral human heart
its vulgarities, depths of perversity.
Eyes looking through heart soul
stripping naked concealed secrets, at mere glance,
eyes that hold yet cannot be met,
knowing; demanding eyes, undeniably piercing.
Eyes leaving you speechless, breathless,
burning with resilient defiant fire,
though indisputably kind; infinitely gentle,
forgiving normal human shortcomings.
His face was a face even gods
would look upon, twice at in wonder,
when blessed ethereal light shone,
upon his mesmerizing countenance.
Oh how countless years faded,
restored life, regenerated vitality,
upon him swiftly spiritually bloomed;
while still seen, even more clearly,
great age, knowledge skillfully chiseled;
into those unmistakable ravaged features.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
Money never really mattered
he made it, spent it,
over a long principled life; that
in itself was enough.
Money was just a simple tool
to procure, life’s necessities,
to be used wisely skillfully,
as were all tools; of life’s trade.
It was to be used, that was all,
unlike others, his money he used;
it did not use him, rule over him,
control his actions, control his life.
But the God bestowed information
contained in his astute judicious brain;
of more lasting value, than development,
of a super-sonic, combat attack aircraft.
Full-blooded wanders
certain knowledge know,
the depths of such intrinsic
knowledge, understanding,
is like the vast energized dark
freezing depths; of interstellar
space, waiting for us to go there,
search out, explore new knowledge.
And ultimately enlightened know...
The last thing he said
before he smiling died.
Spread my ashes over Auschwitz.
Spread my ashes. Spread my ashes.
Among my nameless beloved brethren.
He was a strange saintly kind of guy.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Journeys Through Diversity Defining Life (part one of Certain Knowledge Know)
A Scientific Tasteless Artificial Era (part two of Certain Knowledge Know)
Eyes Telling Multiple Mysteries (part three of Certain Knowledge Know)
I Was Even Born In Them (part four of Certain Knowledge Know)
God Bestowed Information (part five of Certain Knowledge Know)
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An Uncommon Reality
I never lived in your world.
I never knew what it was like.
I have no real conception, of what normality is?
I never had to take drugs to escape.
I already lived in a world of my own.
I never aimed for or earnestly sort the high life.
I lived an artistic life, of the mind of the soul,
forever separating my life, from the common life.
From the common man and the common clay.
Everything was so sharp and clearly in focus.
Everywhere I saw and heard and knew too much.
I lived upon a heightened vibration rate
an awareness; as incredibly focused intensity.
I lived with such dynamic, personal passion,
I did not know; what it was like; to be passionless.
I knew that some people lived husks of life
but I; did not fully know; what it was to be a husk.
I always had somewhere beneath adversity
which afflicted me; the redemption; of artistic insight.
I guess this explains why husks gather,
so many possessions, to prop up their lives.
Husks are so empty, they often get blown away,
by the soulless wind, generating materialistic values.
I bequeath
a sacred gift
to enhance
enrich such lives.
Come live within
spirit of creativity
one spirit almighty
our divine creator.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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