Showing posts with label Cat Stevens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cat Stevens. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Disillusionment

Had I died in January of 2020, I would have left with a relatively positive view of the world. I could travel wherever the whim took me and on very short notice to most countries because of my Australian passport. Sure, I knew the world was run by a global elite who controlled the banking system and mainstream media but that didn't seem to affect my daily life. Cut to June 30th of 2021 and things are so vastly different.

I don't need to spell out how different. Over the past year and a half, the iron grip of the global elite on NGOs, governments, health services and mainstream media has become glaringly obvious to many, even while the majority remain oblivious. The depopulation agenda, once a seemingly unrealisable fantasy of the psychopathic cabal, is now being realised and people are lining up to participate. What's particularly loathsome are the celebrities and musicians who have actively aided the globalist agenda. At least one of my favourite musicians has had the guts to stand up and speak his mind. That would be Van Morrison. Contrast the Van to Bruce Springsteen and his recent concert for the vaccinated only. The latter is off my listening list for good now. 

Part of the price for spiritual advancement is disillusionment with the "glamour" of the world and if I were to die today, I would be leaving with a sense of profound disillusionment with all the world has to offer. Such an attitude promotes rebirth with an innate disinterest in the world and accelerates progress on the spiritual path. It's also possible to take up residency on the subtle plane and not return to this shit hole ever again. There are 8.4 million occupants and vacancies must come up from time to time as souls move on to the mental plane. Less likely but who knows? For those who remain, the full horror of what is being wreaked on the planet will become clear and a profound distrust of global organisations, politicians and government, health authorities and media outlets will arise. Hopefully some of the more prominent individuals will be called to account.

The emptiness of the technocratic vision will promote a revival of spiritual values but not a return to organised religions. Those religions have failed us by allying themselves with the powers-that-be or, rather, ought-not-to-be. The different faiths have divided humanity instead of uniting it. As the one hundred year period following Baba's death in 1969 draws to a close, a Sadguru will arise who draws attention to the Avatar's most recent advent and a new spirituality will develop around what He left for a despairing humanity.

As I write this, it's the midpoint of the year. What horrors await us, I don't know. Only the psychopaths orchestrating this drama know what the plan is. Bankruptcies, depression, and suicides will continue but the toll on children is inestimable. The current crop of children may be the last as they fall victim to irreparable damage to their reproductive organs. Herded into smart cities, tracked and traced, medicated, irradiated by 5G, brainwashed by the media, gender-confused ... these children would probably not want to reproduce anyway, even if they could.

However, each individual must cope with the horror in his or her own way. Even though I consider myself to be psychologically robust and medication-free, I wake up some days and feel an overwhelming sense of despair. It's like being in a vice and the vice is getting tighter, ever tighter. Where once I might have engaged in spirited debate about the state of the world, now I don't bother. There is nothing to debate. There is only division. Division between those who know what's going on and those who don't. 

Sunday, December 15, 2019

In My Life


I was listening to Johnny Cash's version of The Beatles classic "In My Life" and I was struck by the lyrics that I guess I only really listened to closely for the first time. They run like this:
In My Life
The Beatles

There are places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone, and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends, I still can recall
Some are dead, and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

It's a perfect devotional song to sing for Meher Baba or Muhammed, Jesus Christ, Siddharta Gautama or any other transcendent being that has graced our planet and who has inspired that degree of love in us. In the official lyrics, the words are "In my life, I'll love you more" but I prefer Johnny Cash's "In my life, I love you more" because it centres the feeling in the present rather than the future.

Of course I'll be singing to Baba. The lyrics are befitting for a 70 year old such as myself to sing because by then one may have realised that love for a divine being trumps love for mere mortals:

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

This is just one of several songs that a suitable for devotional purposes. A long time favourite of mine has been "How Can I Tell You" by Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam). In that song, once the words "honey" and "girl" have been taken out, it is entirely suitable. I also alter the phrase "I need to know you, Need to feel my arms around you, Feel my arms around you" to "I need to know you, Need to feel your arms around me, Feel your arms around me" which seems more appropriate. It should be up to the master to initiate the embrace.



How Can I Tell You
Cat Stevens

How can I tell you
That I love you
I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you
That I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you
But my words just blow away
Just blow away
It always ends up to one thing
And I can't think of right words to say

Wherever I am
I'm always walking with you
I'm always walking with you
But I look and you're not there
Whoever I'm with
I'm always, always talking to you
I'm always talking to you
And I'm sad that you can't hear
Sad that you can't hear
It always ends up to one thing
When I look and you're not there

I need to know you
Need to feel your arms around me
Feel your arms around me
Like a sea around a shore
Each night and day I pray
In hope that I might find you
In hope that I might find you
Because hearts can do no more
Can do no more
It always ends up to one thing
Still I kneel upon the floor

How can I tell you
That I love you
I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you
That I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you
It always ends up to one thing
And I can't think of right words to say
Van Morrison's "Hymns to the Silence" is also very devotional, as are many of his songs:



Here are the lyrics:
Hymns to the Silence
Van Morrison 
 
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
When I'm away from you, when I'm away from you
Well I feel, yeah, well I feel so sad and blue
Well I feel, well I feel so sad and blue
Oh my dear, oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love
When I'm away from you, I just have to sing, my hymns
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence 
Oh my dear, oh my dear sweet love it's a long, long journey
Long, long journey, journey back home
Back home to you, feel you by my side
Long journey, journey, journey
Yeah in the midnight, in the midnight, I burn the candle
Burn the candle at both ends, burn the candle at both ends
Burn the candle at both ends, burn the candle at both ends
And I keep on, 'cause I can't sleep at night
Until the daylight comes through
And I just, and I just, have to sing
Sing my hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
My hymns to the silence 
I want to go out in the countryside
Oh sit by the clear, cool, crystal water
Get my spirit, way back to the feeling
Deep in my soul, I want to feel
Oh so close to the One, close to the One
Close to the One, close to the One
And that's why, I keep on singing
My hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence 
Oh my hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, oh hymns to the silence
Oh hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Oh my dear, my dear sweet love 
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence?
Can you feel the silence? can you feel the silence? 
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence
Hymns to the silence, hymns to the silence.