
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
We live on WeaponWorld. Why not PeaceWorld? How would that work? What should we expect? Has that transition been discussed to your satisfaction, or was it suppressed?
I'm slopping a ladle full of forbidden PeaceWorld Mulligan Stew onto your WeaponWorld prison zinc tray. Next!
Nous habitons la terre en armes. Pourquoi pas au monde paisible ? Comment cela marcherait-il ? Cette transition t'a-t-elle été discutée de façon satisfaisante ou supprimée ?
Je te verse une louchée interdite de Ragout Mulligan du monde paisible sur ton zinc pénitentiaire de la terre en armes. Au suivant !
World War COVID Guerre mondiale: From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld; Learner, begin... De la terre en armes au monde paisible ; Apprenti, débute
Hypothetical consolamentum: guest pass to Paradise?
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LEARNER full text (2024)
PeaceWorld or death
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APPRENTI texte integral (2024)
Le monde paisible ou la mort
WORLD WAR COVID
From WeaponWorld to PeaceWorld
Learner, begin
- HYPOTHETICAL CONSOLAMENTUM
Recited during the Middle Ages in the Langue d’Oc (now Southwestern France) by an itinerant pair of Cathar perfecti attending a deathwatch; much the way similar, itinerant believers recited verses from The Tibetan Book of the Dead, the Egyptian Book of the Dead as well; and no doubt many more such texts silenced since: dozens, hundreds or thousands, oral and written, in as many towns destroyed and languages silenced.
This poem is my own inspiration (or a signal picked up from the antennae of my nervous system?). I dedicate it to Dad who passed away before I could recite it to him; to all those who confront the uncertainties of life and death with no solid spiritual shield, who must die once again before they can use it…
NOTE: The bridge verses repeated below are boilerplate formulae. Or perhaps the favorite chant of this particular pair of perfecti. There are almost as many custom formulas as there were attendees. Those are often complicated meditation breathing formulas, brought down from many generations ago. Once the formula's rhythm settles into a comfortable chant, it will be repeated that way from then on.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Have no fear any longer,
For you are Saved.
Christ will shoulder your Karmic burden,
No matter how crushing it may seem to you now.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Close your eyes and be at ease.
Die calmly, sweetly,
Relax in peace this last time.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Let your soul release from your fading body,
With confidence, joy and hope;
As if to your wedding,
As Christ taught us.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
You bailed out from myriad bodies before this one.
During countless death agonies,
Lifetimes of misery and anguish
Shaped your destiny up to this day.
You will soon be free from all that.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
The next time your soul sheds its dying body,
Like a rider jumps away from his stumbling horse,
Your disembodied soul will drift through space and time
Until you tire of its drudgery, vacuum and silence.
Breathe deeply,
Breathe softly three times, Oh Nobly Born.
Pass all the stars in heaven in review, like a jaded tourist,
Witness galaxies cohere, spin up and die in splendor.
Or just recall birdsong and the heady breath of plants,
From one sunrise to the next.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
You may cross the path of Daemons, Angels and Beasts;
Reflections of your desire, hope and fears.
You may touch and be touched by them,
For good or ill.
It’s your choice.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Linger for a while on Earth,
Haunt old homes, places familiar and strange,
Go visit former children and lovers,
Let your spectral approach give them goose bumps.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Suffer loneliness and loss over and over again,
For as long as you can bear it.
You will soon tire of this, Oh Nobly Born.
Sooner or later, with growing impatience
Your soul will yearn for the next carnal life
As urgently as the need to piss.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
You will tumble back into life,
Falling backwards into it,
Like a rock finds its depth, like cold water its flow,
Into the dimly lit clarity of life
Irresistibly.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Once your soul begins to yearn for its next life,
You will delay your return,
To review a host of conceptions
In keen appraisal of a worthy rebirth into the world.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Seek the psychic beacons
Of Mary's Immaculate Conception and Jesus’ Resurrection.
Divine beacons on both ends
Of the only well lit path
On a lifeless plain, mournful, carnal and gray,
The lair of furtive couplings and sad deaths.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Ignore tidal pull so seductive
Of Karma, fear, desire and familiarity
That will con you to seek rebirth
In a mortal infant, in a family setting, among familiars,
And back onto the Wheel of Desire and Death.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Give up your family, your friends, your cherished households,
All our favorite habits and things;
To take up His Cross instead.
Be reborn unto His Spirit,
And into His flesh.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Recall His many parables
That make no sense in other interpretations,
But perfect sense in this one.
Grab hold of His lifeline,
Relive His sacred Life
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
For God is merciful,
Even to the merciless,
Even to the wicked,
Even to you and us.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Review and repent your many sins
In the perfect clarity of His Lifetime and Agony.
How you will wish you had submitted to God —
So harshly will your conscience torment you.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
You will pass in review your many betrayals.
Throughout His Lifetime, for thirty some years,
For each of your sins you will repent a hundredfold,
And find in each of your good deeds,
A dab of balm for your sin-flayed soul.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Those wincing recalls will let you proclaim His Word with conviction
Since you see the world through His eyes with divine clarity,
Now that the beam has been removed from yours.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Have faith when they crowd in to betray you.
Bow your head for His crown of thorns,
Thankful for this distraction from your utter lack of worth.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Your pains are almost over.
His mercy may even spare you His final torment.
That would be so like Him and His loving ways.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
His endless afternoon Agony,
The last twinge of your ceaseless torment;
His Calvary, up Mount Golgotha,
The last stumbling steps of your Everest to Heaven.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
No more roulette rebirths for you
On the Karma Wheel of Desire and Death,
No more for you, endless rebirths
On faultless Karma autopilot.
You soul's fate is in your own pilot hands, now.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
You will accompany Him instead
Straight to Heaven that evening,
Along with the trusting thief, Dismas.
There, you will find God waiting for you:
His only Son and His companions: welcome prodigals.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
There you will find all the others
Who have torn themselves from the Wheel of Desire and Death,
And opted for His Cross instead.
Your friends will rejoin you,
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Sooner or later, after one more death or many,
They will precede or follow you along this path.
Jesus promised to prepare rooms for us in Heaven,
And Return to bring us back with Him.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Don’t worry about space and time,
Before and after, singularity and multiplicity,
Or which soul wraps what body.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Have just a little faith,
Just a shred of hope, Oh Nobly Born,
For you are Saved.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
No-one can take this from you now,
None can talk you down or extract it from you
Not by force or by sentiment,
No more so than by lying or persuasion.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Tell mortals exactly what they want to hear;
It won’t matter.
You will die in any case and thus be free
Perfectly, miraculously free,
To opt for the Cross and Paradise,
Else wrack yourself once again on the Wheel.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
You could choose to come back here
Or be nicely asked to,
To help your brethren find the Way,
Carry lost lambs back to God,
Oh Bodhisattva.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Or you may yearn for another return
To the good old days of desire and ignorance:
To the next tough lesson,
The next chance to redo things the hard way;
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Or just cringe before Christ's fated Agony and yours,
Or your unfitness for this honor;
And submit, once again, to the Wheel.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
You are perfectly free to choose
Karma would be glad to receive you again
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Great the Father, Great the Son, and Great the Holy Ghost,
The good conscience Comforter Jesus left us pending His Return.
It is through Them that we are Saved
Who choose to be,
Who look and see,
Who listen and hear.
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
Drop your fear, Oh Nobly Born.
Even though everything that lives must die,
And so on, over and over again;
Yet we are all reborn and saved,
Just as soon as we choose to be,
Who are ready and willing,
As promised.
Breathe deeply,
Breathe softly three times, Oh Nobly Born
(The reciting perfecti have left the room…
Repeat alone
Matthew 6-9, the Lord’s Prayer
Pending their return).
Breathe deeply, breathe softly three times,
Oh Nobly Born.
IN FRENCH
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