Lawrence R. Spencer's Blog, page 401
June 4, 2017
THE GYPSY KINGS, MANITAS DE PLATA and JOSE REYES
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Originally posted 2011-11-03 00:07:32. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
June 3, 2017
INCARNATION
photography: © Schatz / Ornstien
Originally posted 2012-07-02 00:17:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
TIME AND UNIVERSES ARE RELATIVES
“You see that (hour glass)? That’s how much longer you have to live! And it isn’t long, my pretty, it isn’t long … “
–The Wicked Witch of the West in ‘The Wizard of Oz’
THE DATING GAME OF RELATIVES
Theoretically, a very practical and useful investigative tool used by some scientific disciplines to gather and evaluate information is to establish the age of an artefact.
Carbon-14, the most commonly used dating method in archaeology and paleontology, works only on organic material. It is supposed to measure the relative rate of deterioration of a Carbon-14 atom as a standard for organic matter. At best, it is useful in dating organic materials no older than 80,000 years. Since one atom does not equal all other atoms, the technology does not work on stone or any other non-organic material. Based on such a limited technology, trying to assign an age to a stone pyramid, for instance, is bound to provide wrong answers.
Similarly, a relatively new dating method called uranium-lead isotope analysis is supposed to date rocks as old as two billion years, give or take a few million.
However, there is a flaw in the logic of these dating methods which invalidates the information they provide, namely, all dating methods are based on the assumption that matter is destructible! In fact, there exists no slightest shred of evidence that matter is anything other than utterly indestructible.
While it is observable that the action of energy or force against matter can alter the form of matter, it does not ever really destroy it.
Example: Stone is turned to dust by beating it with a hammer. Buildings can be torn down with explosives. Water can be vaporized with heat. Sand can melt and turn into glass. Granite cliffs can be sliced up into one-hundred ton blocks to build pyramids. But, none of these actions do anything other than alter the form of the matter.
Whether matter is in the form of a solid, liquid, gas or energy, it is still composed of the same subatomic particles that existed at the instant of its creation. The most that Mother Nature, or any life form, can do with matter is alter its form. Humans can create a temporary illusion by changing matter from one form into another. However, that illusion will eventually return to the same basic particles from which it is composed. The particles themselves persist timelessly.
HOW OLD IS “FATHER TIME”?
Time is a subject that is far from absolute. The measurement of time is the activity of monitoring the movement of matter or energy particles through space. In order to establish the passage of time, one must establish an agreed-upon reference point for beginning the period of time to be measured. Then, the increments of measurement must be uniformly consistent throughout the period of time being quantified. This set of qualifying factors, however, applies only to the Physical Universe.
Does time (as the Munchkins would say) morally, ethically, spiritually, physically, positively, absolutely, undeniably and reliably actually, really exist?
Imagine that you are completely isolated, unable to observe any physical motion whatsoever–no sun, moon and stars, night or day. If you were isolated from your own body such that you could not detect any breathing rhythm or heartbeat or cellular motion of any kind to use as a reference point, would time exist?
People who have been locked in solitary confinement, whether in a prison or in an isolation chamber, have experienced the phenomenon of “no time”.
Since many people seem to have an innate, built-in time sense, or a “biological clock”, there may be a subjective awareness of time. But, even so, time is determined by measuring some motion in the physical universe.
How can the dates of something for which you have no starting point be measured? How can the age of our planet, our galaxy, or the entire physical universe be determined? How can the age of something which does not exist in the physical universe, such as a spirit, be calculated?
Logically, an arbitrary unit of measurement must be chosen. Then a particle or object which can move through space must exist. This particle would have to travel at a uniformly predictable rate of speed. The unit of measurement would depend on the magnitude or size of the motion of the particle relative to a fixed point in space, or a fixed point of view.
Here is a simple example: let’s imagine a theoretical COSMIC TIME CLOCK in which ONE SECOND equals ONE EARTH YEAR.
If you counted the ticks of the second hand of this cosmic clock in “normal” time increments of 24 hour days, every day, how long would it take you to measure the recent history of planet Earth?
2 years and 22 days ago would equal the end of the Dinosaur Age (75 million BC)
1 hour, 14 minutes,6 seconds ago equals 2,450 BC– Egyptian Pharaoh Khufu
53 minutes, 36 seconds ago equals 1220 BC–Moses’ Exodus from Egypt
42 minutes 39 seconds ago equals 563 BC–Buddha is born
33 minutes 16 seconds ago equals “year zero” the calendar in use throughout most of the world, sponsored by Pope Gregory XIII in 1582
8 minutes 24 seconds ago equals 1492 AD, Columbus “discovers” America
3 minutes 40 seconds ago equals 1776 AD, the United States of America is founded
One human average lifetime (70 years) equals 1 minute, 10 seconds on the Cosmic Time Clock.
Time is a relative measurement of the motion of particles in the Physical Universe. The order of magnitude of the unit of measurement may vary according to the point of view of the observer.
To venture a guess as to the age of the physical universe, based on a supposed decay of matter is another example of “scientific theory” based on assumption and personal viewpoint.
According to some authorities, mainly from the non-physical sciences, such as philosophy, there is reason to believe that the physical universe may have existed for many trillions of years or perhaps for a nearly infinite period of time. However, since time is a relative factor, it’s importance as a tool for evaluating other information is also relative.”
— Excerpt from the book THE OZ FACTORS, by Lawrence R. Spencer
Originally posted 2011-10-11 00:05:50. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
June 2, 2017
PYTHIA ~ ORACLE PRIESTESS OF DELPHI
“The first true departure that Zeus made from Olympus was to take a body – that of Alexander, the Macedonian prince. As soon as he took over the body, he lost his memory of himself. Amnesia is the condition common to all humans. (As you know, the demands and sensations of the flesh can be quite overwhelming to the being and consume all of one’s attention). Thereafter, Zeus spent all of his time trying to regain his memory of his true self. For example, in his travels across the world, Alexander paused at the Temple of Claros near the western shores of Ionia along his route to Persian conquest from Greece. With a few of his retinue he camped for several days to consult the oracle staff, searching for the answer to his lost omnipotence, yet not knowing what questions to ask them.
At the outset of his crusade for personal power he crossed the Dardenelles from Thrace with 100,000 soldiers and camp followers. Alexander stopped at Ilium to see the hallowed walls of Troy, though without his memory, not really knowing why. By that time he had already severed the famed Gordian Knot with his sword. This was the deed he used to legitimize his divine destiny of conquest to the plunder hungry hordes of his ever-growing army.
The Oracle of the ancient and prestigious Temple of Apollo at Delphi had already reaffirmed his godly origins. Or so he cared to think. He arrived at Delphi to seek the prediction of the oracle priestess concerning his future as conqueror of the world, at a time she thought to be unpropitious for the god Apollo to entertain his request. She refused to see him and told him to wait for a time more convenient for the god.
Alexander was outraged at her impudence and demanded an audience with her. Again she refused him. Not to be put off by so lowly a one as the prophetess of Apollo, though highly revered by the rest of the Greek world, he ordered her brought to him by force. Spitting, swearing and struggling into his presence, held by his soldiers at spear point, she screamed at him, “You are incorrigible!”
At this admonition from the priestess, Alexander waved her away. Thinking that her words meant that he was invincible, rather than rude and brutish, he wished to hear no more from Apollo. This was the prophecy he sought.
If Alexander would have been patient enough to wait for a proper reply, this is the response which he should have been given by the priestess when he consulted the Oracle of Apollo”, Penelope said sadly as Derek listened intently:
“Behold, Ye Gods and hearken!
Here hides The Holy Harlequin!
His guise, we see, is paper thin.
Though masked in mortal coil,
We know Thee still, Olympian.
He’s here with us, right now on Earth !
Still with us on this speck of dirt:
His power now has been debased —
Celestial Clouds were once His berth.
His Mighty Realm has been defaced !
Omnipotent Abilities ?
What of Heaven’s Mighty Hand ?
He always was so strong and free:
Now, masquerading as a man —
Amnesia drives Him to his knees !
Where to, Celestial Company ?
What of Apollo and The Rest ?
Entombed in mortal effigy !
Omniscient Immortality ?
Like each of Us, covered up with flesh . ”
~ excerpted from the book PAN ~ GOD OF THE WOODS
by Lawrence R. Spencer
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FOOTNOTE:
The Pythia, commonly known as the Oracle of Delphi, was the name of any priestess throughout the history of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi, which was located on the slopes of Mount Parnassus, beneath the Castalian Spring on the north shore of the Corinthian Gulf in Greece. Each new priestess was selected after the death of the current priestess, and after the legendary death of a man, was always a woman, who surrendered her name and position upon becoming the oracle. The Pythia, established in the 8th century BC, was widely credited for her prophecies inspired by being filled by the spirit of god (or enthusiasmos), in this case Apollo.
The Delphic oracle may have been present in some form in Late Mycenaean times, from 1400 BC and was abandoned, and there is evidence that Apollo took over the shrine from an earlier dedication to Gaia. The last recorded response of the oracle was given about 395 A.D. to Emperor Theodosius I, after he had ordered pagan temples to cease operation.
During this period the Delphic Oracle was the most prestigious and authoritative oracle among the Greeks, and she was without doubt the most powerful woman of the classical world. The oracle is one of the best-documented religious institutions of the classical Greeks. Authors who mention the oracle include Aeschylus, Aristotle, Clement of Alexandria, Diodorus, Diogenes, Euripides, Herodotus, Julian, Justin, Livy, Lucan, Nepos, Ovid, Pausanias, Pindar, Plato, Plutarch, Sophocles, Strabo, Thucydides and Xenophon.
The name “Pythia” is derived from Pytho, which in myth was the original name of Delphi. In etymology the Greeks derived this place name from the verb, pythein (πύθειν, “to rot”), which refers to the sickly sweet smell of the decomposition of the body of the monstrous Python after he was slain by Apollo. Pythia was the House of Snakes.
Originally posted 2016-03-19 23:50:40. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
June 1, 2017
RESOLUTION IN THE ETERNAL NOW
YOU ARE A SOURCE OF CREATION.
ADMIRE THE ROLES YOU PLAY IN THE GAMES OF THE ETERNAL NOW.
PLAY THE PARTS WORTHY OF YOUR ABILITY, YOUR SANITY AND YOUR SPIRITUAL INTEGRITY.
TIME IS CHANGE; ALL THINGS PASS. WE ENDURE THE FUTURE WE CREATE. LOVE OF PLAY IS OUR DESTINY.
LIFE IS THE GAME WE PLAY.
— Lawrence R. Spencer, 2013 —
Originally posted 2013-12-27 17:12:33. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
May 31, 2017
YOU ARE
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an immortal
lives forever
futures are passed
past become future
eternal now passes
now now now now
you know
but agree not to
you can’t forget
though you try to
that you are
who you are
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— copyright © lawrence r. spencer. 2001. all rights reserved.
Originally posted 2011-06-24 10:55:56. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
May 30, 2017
SOMEWHERE
(Poem by Pierre Ethier. Photo by h. koppdelaney)
Originally posted 2013-04-17 12:44:00. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
May 29, 2017
BOB VISITS DESOLATION ROW
DESOLATION ROW — by Bob Dylan
They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy
‘It takes one to know one,’ she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning
‘You Belong to Me I Believe’
And someone says, ‘You’re in the wrong place, my friend
You Better leave’
And the only sound thats left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
the fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
He’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she’s ‘neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
As he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They’re trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She’s in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
‘Have Mercy on His Soul’
They all play on the penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
They’re getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They’re spoon feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
‘Get Outa Here If You Don’t Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row’ Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody’s shouting
‘Which Side Are You On?’
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation row Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the doorknob broke)
When you asked me how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now, I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row
Originally posted 2011-05-27 16:12:33. Republished by Blog Post Promoter
