Author: pentacular

 

 

It was said by the Brotherhood of Nazarenes, that if man followed reason, truth, knowledge and logic, which is The Way, then there would be a new dawn for man. This dawn would herald a new age, where blind belief in the unbelieveable would vanish like the mists before the sunrise. This new beginning was and is known as the Golden Dawn, a dawn “…where man would be come more than a shadow of his name, when he would walk truly upright, with seeing, thinking mind and generous heart. The dawn shall be golden, and all its evenings shall be soft twilight, laden with guiding stars”.

 

© The Order of The Way

21.6.2011

 

No man or woman is without value, unless they reach beyond the length of their arms, grasping nothing, and so remaining in their poverty. Better that a lowly person remains in his easy station, than try to emulate the skills and abilities of those he admires. To try to be someone that he is not, is impossible. To endeavour such way, he makes himself into a fool, giving his stupidity much advertisement by his failures.

 

© R.G. Crosbie

19.6.2011

The Masters and the true follower seek to have a store of things, especially of knowledge, for they know the more of these they have, the more they have to give; the greater therefore is their abundance. Also the greater is their chance of attaining old age.

 

Those who have knowledge of the natural way do not train themselves in cunning, whilst those who use cunning to rule their lives and the lives of others are not knowledgeable, and have no understanding of the wisdom of The Way, nor of natural happiness.

 

The truth is not always beautiful, nor beautiful words the truth. Those who have virtue, have no need of argument for its own sake, for they know that argument is of no avail and creates ill will.

 

 

 

 

I weep no more for sorrowed, foolish man,

Cease I to wander where the ghosts of mortals haunt,

To view clear springs or shady grove, or sun lit hill,

Where giant lofty crags create great fear, yet cannot daunt.

Smitten with the love of rhymed poetic song,

To wander lonely lanes in dawn’s pale light.

To listen careful to the corncrake’s tuneless song,

To let the passions flow, unfettered with such beauties’ sight.

Wander I through not-soon-forgotten scenes,

O'er bridges with those storm filled noisy brooks beneath.

The airy leafy roof forms above my head, where the curlew screams.

Onward rush the stream of life towards that distant misty heath.

To bring beauty to the mind that no earthly thing can ere destroy,

Beware what earthly men call happiness lest it be harmed by basic man's desire,

The soul’s calm inner sunshine brought about by Nature’s painted joy.

Beware what men call happiness, beware all such except the simple joys that never can expire.

© R.G.Crosbie.

14/6/2010

 

A small country may have many machines, but the people may have no use for them; they may have boats and carriages which they do not use, so they disperse them amongst their neighbours. Their armour and weapons are not displayed, for they are serious when regarding life and death. They do not travel far from home, and make not knots in ropes, but rather do much writing and much learning that they might further their prosperity. The food they eat is plain and good, and their clothes are simple; their homes are secure, without the need of bolts and bars, and they are happy in their ways and at peace with their neighbours. The cockerels and dogs of their neighbours can be heard not far away and give early warning. So the people of the villages grow old, and die in peace.

 

 

Stone walls stout built surround me,

Steel door fast locked to keep me in.

Hard faced men with vile intent,

To make me confess imagined sin.

 

What is sin when fought in honour’s light?

Why should the oppressed not fight the goodly fight,

When all the power that some posses,

Is used upon the innocent and good, to sore repress?

 

Why should a man not refuse to be a slave,

To Bank, to State, and the well protected political knave?

Why should the children stand to follow on,

As slaves to power where all honour,

A distant memory stands all but dead and gone?

 

Why should men well skilled in war not stalk the night,

Causing those who do much wrong to cower in fright?

Why should they in splendour live whilst children die of hunger’s pain,

Just so that the governing ones who cause this suffering, may yet more money gain?

 

The governing wealthy ones appear to know not when their belly’s full.

Now they plan to use their wealth and power our numbers soon to cull.

Hitler's dead, but more despots queue to take his place.

Their behaviour over many years show well their foul disgrace.

 

The morals of these people, the Royal, the Church and banks,

Should remind all men that to them we owe no thanks.

And yet men stand and cower in fear,

And sell themselves like the common whore.

When challenged they will always say ,

“The wind blows not yet about my door”.

 

© R.G.Crosbie

22/4/ 2011

 

When covenants and bonds are drawn between the people of the land, that they might know their obligations, it is commonplace for many to fail to meet their dues. The Caulbearer and the true follower ensures that his dues are met, though not expecting others to do the same; in this way he is virtuous. He is without virtue of his own, who asks of others that they fulfil his obligations on his behalf. The way of Nature does not impose on matters such as these, but stays with the Good forever, and acts as their reward.

 

 

What you know, or think you know, is a mixture of what is fact and what you have been taught to accept as fact. When you follow the straight road, which is The Way, then you segregate fact from belief, and truth from that which is just believed to be true. The follower clears his or her mind of things that have no basis in fact or reality; from things that make sense from those that don’t.

© R.G. Crosbie

13.6.2011