The Academy of European Arts and Culture

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Let Go of Old Ideas...

(in a message from the higher)

"Let go of old ideas, TRANSFORM!

See, be, and feel what is real and work on imagination.

Why hold on? It is a lie.

All that is sublime and holy waits patiently in each heart beat,

your will and your trust will unlock it.

Beyond the veil of everyday existence,

my Love IS”.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Taking a Path That Clouds Our Aim...

Taking a path that clouds our aim,

is common for my machine,

as it so cleverly devises a plan to knit soul work into it's mission.

Being present

is the only way to catch the thief of time and to get scale and space;

and even efforts to be present

can eventually bring us to that objective vantage point.

They don't call it WORK for nothing.

"Heigh ho heigh ho it's off to work we go"

...as students we know the true meaning of work in that tune;

looking for gems in the coal.

Friday, May 6, 2016

What is it Between Us...

What is it between us?

What is our attraction.

This silken thread?

That binds us together?

How old is it?

Does it hold hundreds of lifetimes?

Did it always exist?

Or are we a succulent newness conceived

Of some new movement in the Universe?

A new creation

Distance never seems to matter,

Neither, the lack of close proximity.

It’s not just you who suffers and lies awake at night.

It was my experience, my life too.

I too doubted myself.

And my thoughts.

Unsure of all material things,

and their promises.

I have walked many roads only to find a cul de sac.

I too intimately know sin,

And have been the victim of the 7 sins.

I too have thought terrible thoughts of my neighbors,

Judged and sinned against all,

Even those closest to me.

I have inflicted vicious cuts on those dear to me,

In my passionate ignorance.

I have in me all manner of beasts

from the lion to the snake,

to the Dove..

I have cheated and loved many people,

They have hurt me,

And I have hurt others too.

Driven by power and vanity,

Imperfect in so many ways except one.

And yet you approach me,

And I you.

You question me and haggle

like one in a bazaar.

All I can offer is a knowing glance

that you may recognize.

For it comes from where you came.

What I have to share cannot be bought in the market place.

This invisible stuff,

Desired by millions,

Known by so few.

It is all I possess

I am a sacred traveller.

This is not the first road I have travelled.

I am all you have.

Just you and me,

Assisted by an unseen hand.

The Gods that hold me in their hand have no equal,

And they hold you too.

When I see the attaching substance that comes with that knowing glance,

I greet you a member of my own kind.

The Gods that fuse their stuff into me,

Fuse it into you also.

What Religion promised,

Love too,

That silent thief of our hearts,

We are finding daily,

Have we not tasted them all?

Has not the taste of them created the desire,

To plunge and emerge ourselves in their softness,

Protectiveness and security?

What feeds me

Feeds you.

What you seek

Stands before you hidden,

In human form,

Lurking beneath your eyes,

Mirrors of who you are.

Silently speaking

Words of Love and Liberation to you.

Come with me,

Let the caravan to the stars begin.

No guarantees,

No maps,

Only hold tight to what we know

Deep in our highest parts.

We have no limits or boundaries.

No Faith,

Just a deaf, dumb, blind knowing,

that we will learn to

Hear from inside,

Speak from inside

And see from inside.

Silently through wisdom and reflection

Breaking the bonds that bind us,

We move forward.

I breathe in great space and distant stars.

All creation is mine

and equally it owns me.

Humbly I fall on my knees

as I see what lives in me.

I am nothing and everything -

In utter homage,

I prostrate myself,

Before myself,

And before you.

I abandon all wisdom,

I am proof,

You are proof,

We Souls

The perfect Creation.

I am sorry

I am not sorry.

I have emerged.

~Mervyn Brady

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

When Distracting Thoughts Press down On You...

“When distracting thoughts press down on you,

when they stand between you and God and stubbornly demand your attention,

pretend you don't even notice them.

Try looking over their shoulders,

as if you're searching for something else, you are.

That something else is God,

hidden in a cloud of unknowing.

Do this,

and I know the work of contemplation will starting getting easier for you.

When tried and understood,

this spiritual technique is nothing but an intense longing for God,

the desire to feel and see him as we can here.

This longing is true love,

and love always deserves the peace it wins.”

~Cloud of Unknowing