The second Song of the Heart

 

What does anyone know of another man’s heart?

Is it not so that many would say:

– I do not know him

Or they would say:

-I thought I knew him but now I don’t know

Very few say:

-I know him

Only the very one-sidedly blind believe that he knows all of the dark corners hidden within another man.

Knowledgeable in the movements between closeness and loneliness we know that we only with the utmost uncertainty may speak of another man’s wants, and thoughts.

Still we often hear:

– I know what is best for him

The convinced speaks strongly and without hesitation in his or her knowledge. No shyness or awe is evident in the pride of such a person.

Blind to the blindness and filled with a sense of necessity such a one leads others upon paths they themselves would never have chosen

If the gods of fortune smile upon such an endeavor then sometimes it may lead to no harm and the end though not blessed is mainly a good one.

Most of the times though these kinds of wanderings leads down into the well of confusion where at the bottom the fallen ones sit and sing songs of failure and corruption.

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The first Song of the Heart

The holiest of places dwell within the heart of man

Here lies the anchor for the soul and thus it is the place where the divine is tied to the human.

In that which is life man is often accosted by blows and harsh words in a way that forces her to harden the walls of the heart so that the cuts do not become too deep or too dangerous.

The heart is shielded by walls, buttresses, motes and labyrinths of such might that in the end not even the owner may find his way easily therein.

Love becomes ownership and good deeds becomes good trade. Trade becomes a desperate search in which the living dead tries to regain that which once flowed freely from his chest and was lost so long ago.

How hard is it not to find the anchor of the heart of such a man?

How well hidden is not her inner flame?

How dim is not the trail upon which one must wander to hear but a chord of the divine music that sings at the roots of her heart?

Those who walk the Way often seek to reopen these doors of the heart.

They labour rigorously and with vigilance.

They enlist the aid of mute gods and strange rituals

They seek mastery over the crossroads, the elements, the dreams – yes all that which is whispered to them by the mysteries.

Kings over the known and the unknown they survey the labyrinths.

They catch angels and demons and beseech them to teach the language of the gods so that they may interpret the divine chant.

Yet many are they who fall upon the way and turn bitter and greedy.

It is written that some seek from within.

Others search from without.

It is also written: As above so below

Then let that which is within be that which is without.

Establish thy Khaba – thy temple – thy heart in every place you rest your foot.

Let it flow within you and make it manifest around you so that it illuminates the night and brings light to the late wanderer.

Make your home a castle with strong walls and open gates.

Make travellers welcome in accordance with the ancient rules of hospitality and greet them as a man and a brother.

Let the divine chant reverberate all around you and make your home a celebration to the joy which is life.

Only in such a way may you protect your heart without hiding it or forgetting its song.

Only in such a way is the divine able to take its place in your life and in your deeds.

The song of brotherhood

Brotherhood is a good thing that nourishes your house and your Khaba

That which is given freely amongst brothers and sisters is of the grandest of prizes and should always be received with proper gratitude.

It is also true that the knowledge of the many surpasses the knowledge of the few or the one.

In the exchange between people harmony erupts. It gives birth to the song of many tones and flavours.

The fifth song of the Way

To live is to be in constant movement and in constant change.

True change, and with that true development takes place in interplay with those you meet if you travel with your eyes open.

Songs in canon, tones and counter tones, chords of all kinds and shapes – the crescendo and diminuendo – the dialectics of instruments on separate parts of the stage – The solo, the duets – the blue notes – All these represent the nature of the music we create together and such should also all interaction be between true children of god.

Some people fear this so strongly that they try to control their surroundings with a score so rigid that the music falls dead in desolate halls.

Such people claim that they alone have the truth.

They chain their brothers to their chairs and bid them to play the music of the dead.

Strike hard and without mercy my brother when someone tries to put a chain around your neck or take control over your voice.

Is it not said that: “Thou hast no right but to do thy Will – Do that and no other shall say nay”?

To lead others unto the light – My Song is of god and therefore the only true song – I do good for my fellow man and I salvage their souls and bring them unto god.

So speaketh the dark conductor – So sayeth he whose vessel overflows with putrid decay and corruption – Thus singeth the traitor of Life and the general of the army of the dead.

Such a song of love shrieks of doom and the marching boots of the armies of the shadow moves at a pace with the beat. They march on salted earth blind about all but their own glimmers.

Be on guard and take care of your own voice even when you sing with others.

Add but leave those who would try to make everyone sound exactly the same.

Guard thyself lest you come to think of yourself as so unique that you no longer are able to sing with others.

Remember the pale and feeble ones sitting in their chambers watching life outside as in a feverish dream. They no longer control even the tiniest aspect of life.

What kind of wisdom does one hold who damages his own flesh?

What kinds of knowledge can such a person convey anyone when he doesn’t even understand the principle of the vessel?

Remember these Kings of the Ashes who in their presumptuousness pass judgement over those who have surpassed them in the very mysteries of life.

What good is the Elixir of Life or the knowledge of how it is made for one that lives alone?

Thus sing with others and destroy your conception of your own uniqueness.

But a moment of silence in your inner chambers is enough to raise the truly divine from your heart and from your voice.

Not from any known direction comes revelation.

Explore other peoples’ songs, notes and chords.

Enrapture yourself in notes dedicated to you and never fear that they should lessen the value of your own music.

Thus it stands clear that development demand dialectics.

Few are the truly silent that hear God in their hearts.

These who walk with the principle of the Hermit as their one guiding light has mastered the Sphinx and are the true rulers of Silence. It is so that they are able to transform the interaction with others unto interaction with god.