Dear God or Whatever You Prefer To Be Called These Days:
I'm not in the habit of publicizing my private thoughts,
But times are such that habits must be broken.
And so I will utter my innermost feelings
In the form of words, even though I know
That words are what imprison us
In mindsets of No Escape ~
For I remain steadfast in my belief
That words spoken from the heart
Have the power to free us from
The evil clutches of political expediency.

It saddens me to see such beautiful, graceful beings
Caught in the deceit of cosmetic piety ~
Enslaved by the ugly dictum, "Money Talks!"
Enfeebled by the lame excuse, "What to do?"
Disempowered by the abject fear of False Authority,
And disenfranchised from their own glorious destinies.

Grant unto us the clarity and wisdom
To understand that we have no grander gift
To bestow on our children than the freedom
To speak their heart's truth
Without fear of punishment.

Grant unto us the courage and the fortitude
To truly embody the lofty ideals we hold so dear;
Let us not falter in our inner struggle
To throw off the mental shackles of Greed and Fear,
For those are the twin towers of all Tyranny.

Grant unto us a Vision of the Real ~
Let us not be misled by cunning projections
From the debased minds of "economic experts"
Who advise us not to "rock the boat" of Status Quo ~
Whose dire warnings are couched in grave tones of
"National Security and Stability" ~
Are the keys to the Divine Sanctum of the Self!

And since each Nation is but a collectivity of Selves,
My greatest duty to the land I love
Is to always seek to be true to myself;
And my true self tells me:
Bear not the yoke of feudal despots
A moment longer than you need ~
There's room and board enough for everyone,
Once you cast the Vampires of Vitality
From their vacuous palaces erected by the sweaty toil
Of half-wit slaves, who know not half their worth:
This beautiful, gracious land is YOURS,
Not THEIRS! (Well, it COULD be theirs too,
If they'd only see themselves as YOU...)

The Reality of Heaven on Earth will soon be here ~
And to that we are ALL heirs.

                                                                                  [ 24 October 1998]

Artwork by Jesse Hang
Jesse Hang


I call upon you, my Innermost Being,
To assist me in these times of external change.
Help me remember with full clarity and acceptance
All that has come to pass upon this Earth,
So that I shall be fearless and loving
In embracing all that is yet to come.
Grant me the good humour and intelligence
To greet this moment with an open heart,
In joyful celebration of All That Lives,
All That Loves, and
All That Is.

I call upon you, my Highest Dimensional Aspect
(Which some call God or Great Spirit or
All-Encompassing One):

Fortify me against the debilitating effects of
Fragmentation, disintegration, deceit, decay,
Disappointment and dismay.
And may my every thought, word, and deed
Lead to ever greater health and harmony
Throughout all Universes,
Known and unknown.

I call upon you, beloved Father, Mother, Sister, Brother,
Friend, O Innermost Being!
I call upon you in the sacred name of Love Supreme:
Grant humanity on earth the gentle strength and
Wisdom to converge, merge, and
Realize all our Dreams.
May peace, love, and perfection prevail
On earth and throughout all Creation!

                                                                                            [July 1997]
Frog by Jesse Hang
 'Frog' by Jesse Hang

Two Prayers © Antares 1997, 1998
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