Oh shit, you had to ask that question.
Being a natural adherence to “reincarnation”, not in the popular genre, but in an obsure truism, that we are all made in “the image of God”. And God’s natural fundemental image is the “Holy Trinity” that is, 3 “personas” in One God”. We, therefor, manifest as 3 unique personas or persons. Each after the theme of the Prime. 1st, father, 2nd, son, 3rd, holy spirit. My first = Michaeangelo Buonarrati, worked for the “Father” the holy father. My 2nd, L. vanBeethoven, as a “Son”, who suffered, yet still made do. Now this 3rd. which sucks big time, krazy at times and at this very logging in-out into, you now hear this first, as with the “Holy Spirit” it can appear as drunken, krazy, inspiried etc., I must testify, I’d probably be myself all over again. It’s a guy thing I guess. We cling to that which is most familiar. Oh!! God, I need a supple sweet breast to nibble!! to carress!!
It gives me comfort. But, alas!! nothing to embrace!! For, I’m not part of “the Company”. hence, I’m denied all that would give great satisfaction and clarity of sustenance. I’ve still got a purple birth-mark on my back where the 216th pontiff broke his stick when my anger breached his audience upon impending warring of the days. F. J. Haydn, that pompous freemason, still the arrogant taskmaster of old, has done his “work” of illrepute upon me for yet, a third time. For, as the One True Word has said, “truly, there are some standing here, who will not taste death till they see the “Son of Man” return. ‘tis true, actually true. As theosophists all, we must “tell it it like it is” even when we are reviled and dismissed as daft and beleagured. To they who wondered, the true and very real “Immortal beloved” was, and still remains to “Her” = “Josephine vanBrunswick” a most sweet and lovely soul of whom I’ll always cherrish. She is known now as “Jeanie H. from Ely;Mn. You would not believe such pain I’ve endured these past years, alone, with knowing of her. marrying another guy, divorcing, even living with me for a time, yet, never-never receiving her love. Endurance after all, is the theme in my struggle. yours too. we all must endure and stand up to the storm. it rages on, still. .......... sorry to get so intimate, but then, that is what I am. an intimate voice in your own souls. we share this. see me? Hear me?
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may “The Holy Order of the Butterfly” find U all sweet and nectarially gracefull!!
Peace!!