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The alchemy of the Blood of Christ.

There is that which is far more precious than gold, whiter than the whitest snow.....the Blood of Christ. From the sweet Cup of Abba, I drink continually, this wine of life, the liquid light of heaven. Mine is this Cup of Ecstasy, received with a kiss, the very breath of Christ filling my whole Body with light, as He takes His abode within my heart. Filling the portals of my heart with those ancient halls of eternity, with a royal welcome my whole inner being is flooded with light and mystic music, through every artery and vein. I turned my back to the world and regained my real home. The prodigal son back home.

Some say the world is circling the Sun, yet they are wrong. The King of Glory is within not without me. They are wrong who say the 'Sun has risen' for Today there is no need of the outer Sun and Moon for the light shines within where the true Kingdom of Heaven IS. Today is NOW a stately pageant on which we sit within upon the Throne of Reality while every atom comes to bring obeisance, to the sound of music and everlasting joy. Even the Sun of righteousness within are but dancing in the light down to the smallest leaf on the Tree of Life.....this day is a raging tempest of joy..for the King of Glory has entered my heart giving life to my blood...true life.......eternal life...his blood for me, grafted into the true Vine...so ugly me gives way to my true identity "Christ the firstborn of every creature." Col.1:15.

Cleverly concealed in the last letter of the Hebrew Alphabet, looms the old rugged cross, the letter "tau". That is the body of death, we must all learn to crucify but only through Grace and the Faith of Christ not of ourselves, there can be no other true boast. Not until we have been nailed motionless, cruelly barbed with insults and physical pain of life's lashings. Not until our little skiff has completely shipwrecked itself, not until we have been ground to powder beneath the stone of life's hardships, can we reach the pure eye of the Beloved. Not until we submit, and yield to a higher will, can we make the journey upwards and higher to the Cross. Not until we have been lifted up, by the death of those close to us on either side, and finally pierced bored and threaded like a pearl upon the Saviours Cross, can we ever grace the ear of the Beloved. Not until your earth as been shaped into the form of a cup, an earthly vessel, will you ever be touched by the ruby lips of your Beloved. Not until you have laid your head beneath the sword of thy Beloved's mouth, like the reed under the knife of the penmaker..you will never be a vessel of glory between the finger's of thy Beloved. Not until your life's walk has been ground to find myrrh will you ever grace the Beloved's feet.

This process is not something artificial, it is no mere experience of man either. It comes from above, which is within, it is the oil of our anointing, our Christhood.

Only Yesterday my friends the object of my love walked past me like a stranger, beautiful as a comely young maiden. Neither male or female I could not really see, as my Beloved moved in the shadow of the doorways I had not yet entered, yet they were familiar and always there in all my travels.But this time, I offered what I thought was stranger a shadowy figure hiding in the darkened doorway a salutation. To which He paid no attention. So I said unto Him: "Why do you behave like a stranger?"
He replied: "You are mad? Who Am I, who are you? Cannot you perceive within? You are the alpha and Omega. You are the hidden and the manifest. You are the messenger. You are the message.You are the prophet and yet the prophecy. You are the eternal witness, and you are the stage of which life unravels."
I replied: "I wish to see you more clearly."
He said to me: "If you wish to see Me, Look at your true self, not your shadow self of a transient world......this I AM"
I said: "I want to be with you by your side"
He replied:" If that be your desire sit by yourself, stand by your side."
I replied to Him in awe of His countenance:" Tell me of a portrait that can compare with a picture of you?"
He replied:
The Painter Himself is manifest in all His pictures."
I said: "That is true, that Painter is the whole of the world.'
He replied:" Man is one with the whole of the world, and is One with the God of all the worlds without end.'
I said:" Then I am you, and You are all, I never was but that temporary picture painted in consciousness, appearing as a separate form, in the ochre colours of the earth.
He smiled and said: "Great is my joy, for you who were once lost, is NOW saved and have returned from the dust of thoughts."
I no longer I, but Christ replied: "Abba Father, Abba Father."



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