From: "sonia brock" <sonia.brock@canrem.com>
Subject: the second coming pt.2
Reply-To: "sonia brock" <sonia.brock@canrem.com>
Organization: Canada Remote Systems
Distribution: alt
Date: 9 Jan 93 14:14:48 EST


     Some who take destruction in the form of Sekhmet or Kali as
their deities of preference may have some recognition that change
and breaking up of old patterns is necessary to progress on the
wheel of things.

     "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
      Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
      The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
      The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

     Look outward and see all the vessels of orthodoxy lying
broken around us, and one of these is the Church.  We act
sometimes as if the Church were well, and whole, and strong.
Loose your vision from the past and you will see that most of the
people you meet are not Christian.  We dwell spiritually as a
society within the shards of a broken vessel.  That vessel is
Christianity.

     "Things fall apart..."

     The only constant is change and the ever moving goal is the
knowledge and presence of your own inner light.  Not my inner
light, not your leader's inner light, not your group's inner
light but your own ever changing inner light and holy guardian
and none other.  Over time the light will change and so will you.
Over time intellectual ideas are broken but the spirit
continues.

     Another mystical idea of Yeat's, one shared by others such
as the pioneer in psychology, Carl Gustav Jung,  is of 'Spiritus
Mundi',  mankind's huge attic where ALL the images are kept, both
old and new.  All Akashic records, all the idols and icons are in
this place from the Sphinx to Mahatma Ghandi, from the Pentegon
to Presley, from Holy Mary Mother of God to Egypt's Lady Nuit of
the night sky.  All of the old gods and goddesses are there.
Anything which we have empowered by our worship or regard is up
there in the attic, in the group mind, waiting; waiting for our
summons to emerge again and resonate to the power of prayer;
invocation or evocation or regard.  The old gods have not left
us.  They are waiting for a summons to appear in new clothing for
whatever age calls them forth.  Society had best take care what
ancient dream is called forth for another season, another turn of
the wheel, another go round of the great historical spiral.
Beware of what change, what metamorphosis that which you evoke
may revolve to!

*****
     And now the poem....

The Second Coming      by William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming!  Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Sonia Brock
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