Bringing about the Golden Age of Empedocles!

Bringing about the Golden Age of Empedocles again, and by the good, and by good love and by noble deeds bringing it about! And by the immortals who are our prophets, and are now thereby and herewith are our ‘gods’… For did He not say in His Psalms to them, “You are Gods!”? And then He did also say, “And the Scriptures can never be broken!” For the same Yahweh (God of gods, Lord of lords, Creator and Redeeming Saviour) who spoke forth His Word in the beginning ever lives to prove it, manifest it and has sealed it in blood! “For who is the LORD and who is His Son that we may [mightily] worship [and serve] them?” By their artful whims, speaking of the artists and the poets and the prophets, and by their fancy do they rule us, but by their love for humankind do they rule even better! And for anyone to rule correctly, ruling by love is even better! Let us therefore rule by our love for humankind, being kind and gentle, let us therefore rule over them! And let us all therefore allow one, true God to rule all of us by His true love! There are those who know Him as well as our hearts! I was thinking about George Elliot one day and how that I owned her picture once in my Bohemian life, and she hang above that kitchen sick there where I lived with so many friends coming and going and seeming did they all to love me for my good soul then when I was shining it all around the place! And her picture did hang above my kitchen sink and so much that said something and meant things hanging about the place and the many books as well as all of my friends then who seemed to love me, in the Golden Age of Empedocles! The respect that we had for her and for others and for those who ruled our minds was right and was good for that age and for that season and for that epoch of human growth and for personal understanding as the arts are meant to bring about, leading us always, ultimately to God! Aye? But now I only own an old barn picture here above this old sink and on this wall, in this old rural place in my travelling mind missing home and homesick for that place, those people and those times! And because this is not the Golden Age that I must once again strive for, leaving all of this behind to seek to gain it, and to find it, and knocking on the door of every memory until I once again find it, gain it, obtain it? And I hope against hope for the Golden Age of Empedocles! To live it again and not just daily remember it? Often praying for it? Daily am I praying for it! Seeking to recreate it! To go there, but not just in my mind, wandering about there searching through all of my old memories of when I actually did live there and dreamed new dreams across the Golden Gate that both leads to it or foolishly away from it! Thinking that I could’ve taken it away with me everywhere I go; and I was wrong! For I used to live and sleep in the Golden City hearing the fog horns through the night telling of the evening and early morning fog, being comforted by the sound as any child that is being cared for by their mother through those tender moments of her love for them! But this is not that Golden Age and we all must once again strive for it once again and this time it seems not so easily as before? More diligent must the striving seem to be this second time around to once again and to again and once again obtain it again?! I used to live and sleep in the Golden City but now I survive and now I scrimp to eat and now I live in a lesser world! I remember when Oscar Wilde and those like him ruled, and he from the inside of my living room ante chamber on the foyer door! For someone has even said something akin to this when they said, “IMAGINATION Is the glue that holds our Personality, Intellect and Spirituality together.” And to posses that is to see past what is, what was, and to see what things for all of us and for humanity can be! I did once live in a supernatural way (and now simply live in a miraculous way) and as an immortal was ruling from my own ‘Mount Olympus’! But known to most mortals only as “Nobhill”! But that area of ‘them’ was not very far away from there wear I lived, and I have been asked about ‘them’ as if I lived down there with them simply because I lived in the Golden City, as if I was among ‘them’? But I was not about that but about “the City that is above that is free”! I choose to be free and not overcome! I choose! I choose! I chose! And that area of ‘them’ was not far away, but I kept ‘them’ at the proverbial ‘distance’ with my hand outstretched saying to ‘them’, “Let me be! Let me be! Let me be me only and no one else and none of you! Let me be! Let me be me and no one else!” It as then that I was familiar with so many by having for my own amusement my own Sunday afternoon artists saloon like the infamous Gertrude Stein of Paris and like the Sylvia Beach and their poet, artists and writers turned then Bohemian to create and to pursue! But I always restrained myself like Solomon son of David and king, and in his Ecclesiastes! And my own restraints were also holy enough to keep me from leaving what was mine to wander lost as ‘they’ are! ‘They’, striving past their art into loneliness! For all without God in their bosom are without Him most sad, most lonely and most without hope! And there is no fulfillment ever to be found while seeking to be lost! And it was then that I had my own salon filled with poets! Even with “expatriates”! And someday I may tell you all about, or more about all of my famous or little famous Bohemian artists, actors, writers and other so called “expatriated” friends of long ago? And now returning to tell more about the ‘them’ that were of international reputation and gave the city its renown reputation for hedonism and no self-control, and about the ‘them’ that many around the world secretly envy for their unbridled carnal desires and lifestyles; For in my manners I knew ‘them’, But I kept ‘them’ all at my distance and only looked upon them in their ‘Natural Habitat’ bosomed together as they were, and with my hand outstretched to only be their friend, and I will tell you why? The reason why is that there is a reason why God places each and everyone of us in His Garden of Good and of Evil… so that we will choose the good and reject the evil! The Garden of God is the proving area and the testing place, to prove to Him and we love Him and test whether we will have an eternal place in Him? And to romp about from one carnal act to another surely is to fail the test! But go ahead if you want to and fill your hearts with those things that will wear you out as well as His patience! For God asks for so little from us! He only asks for us to become reconciled to Him by passing through the sacred blood generously spilled all about the place for us and for our damaged lives and for our broken hearts lost here in the shambles of what we thought we wanted? And now to be healed! And “holiness” is having learned how to, after coming into the new state, to never dine at any table set with the “forbidden fruit” of the way things used to be! And regarding ‘them’ in my manners of friendliness and acceptance of others, I knew ‘them’ there in that place; but it was not for me to be mastered and slowed from my dreams and goals! And I refuse to be mastered by another! And I rebel against being bound by anything! By any ‘habit’! And by any empty promise! Of any kind! And when they wanted to tell me how to be and where to look like the shadows where they were and not, but when they were in their alleys did I see ‘them’ late and into the night? As they roamed about doing those things unseemly and in the late night city parks? And their days are filled with calls for “Freedom!” while that wave their rainbow coloured flags in the light? And their nights are spent in the city alleys and parks and men’s rooms? And they are all people created in God’s holy image who “cannot sleep until they have caused some mischief somewhere”? And I am called “judgmental” because I think that it would be too tiresome to follow their endless-appearing-habits, and that path instead of the better one that I have found! But I want another thing than that, and something that I understand and that always grips my mind in peace! A thing that is my own and that owns me in happier degrees! And in measures all meant to be eternal! But I wanted another thing, and something that was only my own, and not the way that never reads, sees, thinks, or knows the kindness of the bleeder! Who bleeds eternally and even weeps! And now, all do bleed! And now, all do weep! And all of them plead when the darkness comes and when the morning time is right, and it truly ripe! For there is that day for all of us, when for our final ages, we might think! And then we will know! And realize that from our very veins we are all human and do bleed from them! And do weep, and for God do we plead and cry out, “Yeshua, Save us from our loneliness!” (“For deep crieth unto deep!”) And He is ever near, just nearby, and in our veins when we weep and when we bleed! And whether or not we might know this, even when we feel unsafe to render hope or to ask for it for ourselves? But when we do, He is there! He is with all those who finally weep! For He is never too far from anyone of us! And He is never too far to hear, to answer and to heal! And now that I have told you all of this I must now return to Olympus’s “Hill”! (Edited 11.23.08)