Themes and Insights
The Temple Staff
The Story of Humanity and Creation: The markings on the staff symbolize the unfolding of human choices, the cycles of history, and the interwoven story of creation. It suggests that every action is recorded, known, and part of a greater cosmic narrative.
Spiritual Perception Beyond the Physical: The imagery of a robe, radiant crown, and unseen realms speaks to a deeper spiritual reality, visible only to the mind’s eye. This highlights the piece’s invitation to perceive the sacred beyond the material world.
Purpose and Responsibility of Spiritual Power: The speaker realizes the power of the staff to protect and to cast away oppression, not through personal will but through the divine story and justice. This underscores the theme of responsibility in wielding spiritual authority.
Children of the Divine: The conclusion acknowledges humanity’s identity as "Children of the Most High," connecting the individual to a divine lineage and purpose, suggesting that human life is part of a greater, divinely guided existence.
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The Temple Staff
I would not want the history blemished
Or the origins buried too deeply
I wound not want the Heavens forgotten
Or the foundation of life lost
I would not want space filled with lies
Or the distances encumbered
Here in my hand it is laid bare
Yet my minds eye sees the staff
Held firmly in my right hand
Here on my body it is laid bare
Yet my minds eye sees the robe
Flowing down from my shoulders
Here on my head are tangled locks
Yet my minds eye sees the burning glow of white
And radiance given to me
And as off into the distance
So far as many other countries
There stand thrones
Of they who my knee does not bend
Yet before me is the great and mighty Throne
Upon it sits He who rules all other Thrones
It is the Seat of the Universe encompass
It is the Chariot of the giver of Life
It is the Vessel from which all things were made
It is the Throne of all Lawful Power
All around are galaxies and stars and planets
Above the stellar bodies are realms unseen
Below the physical masses are realms unseen
Warriors and beings congregate
Making motion of all things above and below them
And as I see the very sky of the earth
It is known to me
That by the thrust of my staff
The blue sky can be ripped away
Exposing another realm already there
And like a whirlwind of dust and smoke
There gathers an army of deceit and lawlessness
Spewing hatred and selfishness
Towards the very Throne of their creation
Then He who sits upon the throne speaks to another
For Beside him there are the eyes of a King and General
Knowing all things
Choosing all things
Being all things
I watch as he reaches out his hand
And places a finger upon the tip of my staff
Then retreats back into His Throne
Suddenly I can see all the markings and designs
It is about 6 feet long
There is a blue orb at its top
With swirling clouds and atmosphere
Along the staff are 144 lines
With 1000 words in between every line
Of a language that includes ALL languages
Whereas every word is also a name
And also a living thing
And also tells the story of the action taken
I plant the base firmly into the ground
And drop to one knee
As I realize my staff is a totem of history
Showing the patterns of patterns
Where life began and began again and began again
Where man chooses and chooses not and chooses
Thus is the clarity now stunningly obvious
As to the nature of all cycles
Of men and their ways
As They who sit upon the Thrones
Know everything even before it happens
For it is their story
And as each event approaches
Does the light of its words begin to glow
As it then fades when it is complete
Where every word exposes they who did act
And the act itself and the reason for the action
And humbled again am I
When I realize this staff only records one world
As they on the Thrones hold the history
Of every world
Everywhere in every place
Such that even now I cannot count them
And there I see on the staff
The passages of my own life
Even before being a man
Even after being a man
Even now
The patterns of light flowing up and down
Side to side and around and round
Can be mesmerizing
Then suddenly in my left hand
Do I see a book with blank pages
Then It is spoken
That the will of my spirit
Is the pen that writes in the book
The staff in my hand
Is the instrument of our history
Forever keeping wisdom and knowledge
In my very hands
Forever displaying truth and justice
It is known
With the motion of my right hand
Am I able to cast away an oppressor
Or protect the oppressed
Not because of my own will
But because of the Great Story upon the Staff
That cannot be altered
For the base of the staff records the moment when death tried to over take Life
And the very Orb at the top of the staff records when Life overtook death
And it lives within the entire rod
Held firmly in my Spirits hand
In this hand here do I see nothing
Yet knowing that what my eyes see
Is nothing
Compared to what is truly there
Knowing that what my ears hear
Is nothing
Compared to what is spoken
Knowing that the book is unwritten and written already
Thus it is then known
HOW we came to be called
Children of the Most High.
Ryan o0o
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The Temple Staff
I would not want the history blemished
Or the origins buried too deeply
I wound not want the Heavens forgotten
Or the foundation of life lost
I would not want space filled with lies
Or the distances encumbered
Here in my hand it is laid bare
Yet my minds eye sees the staff
Held firmly in my right hand
Here on my body it is laid bare
Yet my minds eye sees the robe
Flowing down from my shoulders
Here on my head are tangled locks
Yet my minds eye sees the burning glow of white
And radiance given to me
And as off into the distance
So far as many other countries
There stand thrones
Of they who my knee does not bend
Yet before me is the great and mighty Throne
Upon it sits He who rules all other Thrones
It is the Seat of the Universe encompass
It is the Chariot of the giver of Life
It is the Vessel from which all things were made
It is the Throne of all Lawful Power
All around are galaxies and stars and planets
Above the stellar bodies are realms unseen
Below the physical masses are realms unseen
Warriors and beings congregate
Making motion of all things above and below them
And as I see the very sky of the earth
It is known to me
That by the thrust of my staff
The blue sky can be ripped away
Exposing another realm already there
And like a whirlwind of dust and smoke
There gathers an army of deceit and lawlessness
Spewing hatred and selfishness
Towards the very Throne of their creation
Then He who sits upon the throne speaks to another
For Beside him there are the eyes of a King and General
Knowing all things
Choosing all things
Being all things
I watch as he reaches out his hand
And places a finger upon the tip of my staff
Then retreats back into His Throne
Suddenly I can see all the markings and designs
It is about 6 feet long
There is a blue orb at its top
With swirling clouds and atmosphere
Along the staff are 144 lines
With 1000 words in between every line
Of a language that includes ALL languages
Whereas every word is also a name
And also a living thing
And also tells the story of the action taken
I plant the base firmly into the ground
And drop to one knee
As I realize my staff is a totem of history
Showing the patterns of patterns
Where life began and began again and began again
Where man chooses and chooses not and chooses
Thus is the clarity now stunningly obvious
As to the nature of all cycles
Of men and their ways
As They who sit upon the Thrones
Know everything even before it happens
For it is their story
And as each event approaches
Does the light of its words begin to glow
As it then fades when it is complete
Where every word exposes they who did act
And the act itself and the reason for the action
And humbled again am I
When I realize this staff only records one world
As they on the Thrones hold the history
Of every world
Everywhere in every place
Such that even now I cannot count them
And there I see on the staff
The passages of my own life
Even before being a man
Even after being a man
Even now
The patterns of light flowing up and down
Side to side and around and round
Can be mesmerizing
Then suddenly in my left hand
Do I see a book with blank pages
Then It is spoken
That the will of my spirit
Is the pen that writes in the book
The staff in my hand
Is the instrument of our history
Forever keeping wisdom and knowledge
In my very hands
Forever displaying truth and justice
It is known
With the motion of my right hand
Am I able to cast away an oppressor
Or protect the oppressed
Not because of my own will
But because of the Great Story upon the Staff
That cannot be altered
For the base of the staff records the moment when death tried to over take Life
And the very Orb at the top of the staff records when Life overtook death
And it lives within the entire rod
Held firmly in my Spirits hand
In this hand here do I see nothing
Yet knowing that what my eyes see
Is nothing
Compared to what is truly there
Knowing that what my ears hear
Is nothing
Compared to what is spoken
Knowing that the book is unwritten and written already
Thus it is then known
HOW we came to be called
Children of the Most High.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
The Temple Staff
The Story of Humanity and Creation: The markings on the staff symbolize the unfolding of human choices, the cycles of history, and the interwoven story of creation. It suggests that every action is recorded, known, and part of a greater cosmic narrative.
Spiritual Perception Beyond the Physical: The imagery of a robe, radiant crown, and unseen realms speaks to a deeper spiritual reality, visible only to the mind’s eye. This highlights the piece’s invitation to perceive the sacred beyond the material world.
Purpose and Responsibility of Spiritual Power: The speaker realizes the power of the staff to protect and to cast away oppression, not through personal will but through the divine story and justice. This underscores the theme of responsibility in wielding spiritual authority.
Children of the Divine: The conclusion acknowledges humanity’s identity as "Children of the Most High," connecting the individual to a divine lineage and purpose, suggesting that human life is part of a greater, divinely guided existence.
The Temple Staff
I would not want the history blemished
Or the origins buried too deeply
I wound not want the Heavens forgotten
Or the foundation of life lost
I would not want space filled with lies
Or the distances encumbered
Here in my hand it is laid bare
Yet my minds eye sees the staff
Held firmly in my right hand
Here on my body it is laid bare
Yet my minds eye sees the robe
Flowing down from my shoulders
Here on my head are tangled locks
Yet my minds eye sees the burning glow of white
And radiance given to me
And as off into the distance
So far as many other countries
There stand thrones
Of they who my knee does not bend
Yet before me is the great and mighty Throne
Upon it sits He who rules all other Thrones
It is the Seat of the Universe encompass
It is the Chariot of the giver of Life
It is the Vessel from which all things were made
It is the Throne of all Lawful Power
All around are galaxies and stars and planets
Above the stellar bodies are realms unseen
Below the physical masses are realms unseen
Warriors and beings congregate
Making motion of all things above and below them
And as I see the very sky of the earth
It is known to me
That by the thrust of my staff
The blue sky can be ripped away
Exposing another realm already there
And like a whirlwind of dust and smoke
There gathers an army of deceit and lawlessness
Spewing hatred and selfishness
Towards the very Throne of their creation
Then He who sits upon the throne speaks to another
For Beside him there are the eyes of a King and General
Knowing all things
Choosing all things
Being all things
I watch as he reaches out his hand
And places a finger upon the tip of my staff
Then retreats back into His Throne
Suddenly I can see all the markings and designs
It is about 6 feet long
There is a blue orb at its top
With swirling clouds and atmosphere
Along the staff are 144 lines
With 1000 words in between every line
Of a language that includes ALL languages
Whereas every word is also a name
And also a living thing
And also tells the story of the action taken
I plant the base firmly into the ground
And drop to one knee
As I realize my staff is a totem of history
Showing the patterns of patterns
Where life began and began again and began again
Where man chooses and chooses not and chooses
Thus is the clarity now stunningly obvious
As to the nature of all cycles
Of men and their ways
As They who sit upon the Thrones
Know everything even before it happens
For it is their story
And as each event approaches
Does the light of its words begin to glow
As it then fades when it is complete
Where every word exposes they who did act
And the act itself and the reason for the action
And humbled again am I
When I realize this staff only records one world
As they on the Thrones hold the history
Of every world
Everywhere in every place
Such that even now I cannot count them
And there I see on the staff
The passages of my own life
Even before being a man
Even after being a man
Even now
The patterns of light flowing up and down
Side to side and around and round
Can be mesmerizing
Then suddenly in my left hand
Do I see a book with blank pages
Then It is spoken
That the will of my spirit
Is the pen that writes in the book
The staff in my hand
Is the instrument of our history
Forever keeping wisdom and knowledge
In my very hands
Forever displaying truth and justice
It is known
With the motion of my right hand
Am I able to cast away an oppressor
Or protect the oppressed
Not because of my own will
But because of the Great Story upon the Staff
That cannot be altered
For the base of the staff records the moment when death tried to over take Life
And the very Orb at the top of the staff records when Life overtook death
And it lives within the entire rod
Held firmly in my Spirits hand
In this hand here do I see nothing
Yet knowing that what my eyes see
Is nothing
Compared to what is truly there
Knowing that what my ears hear
Is nothing
Compared to what is spoken
Knowing that the book is unwritten and written already
Thus it is then known
HOW we came to be called
Children of the Most High.
Ryan o0o
Themes and Insights
The Temple Staff
The Story of Humanity and Creation: The markings on the staff symbolize the unfolding of human choices, the cycles of history, and the interwoven story of creation. It suggests that every action is recorded, known, and part of a greater cosmic narrative.
Spiritual Perception Beyond the Physical: The imagery of a robe, radiant crown, and unseen realms speaks to a deeper spiritual reality, visible only to the mind’s eye. This highlights the piece’s invitation to perceive the sacred beyond the material world.
Purpose and Responsibility of Spiritual Power: The speaker realizes the power of the staff to protect and to cast away oppression, not through personal will but through the divine story and justice. This underscores the theme of responsibility in wielding spiritual authority.
Children of the Divine: The conclusion acknowledges humanity’s identity as "Children of the Most High," connecting the individual to a divine lineage and purpose, suggesting that human life is part of a greater, divinely guided existence.
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