Could this mortal man having abandoned hope for a righteous faith, that is absolute, walked me then unknowingly past the pearly gates upon streets of clear diamonds and translucent Gold? my

priceless journey, not caught by any mortal perception, but deep within that self not yet fully aware. awakened to see myself there upon the only throne there is. Crucified upon this personality, I thought I was, Jesus Christ my own human imagination revealed as all there is, and there is no second cause beside him. Myself remembered far past the mortal minds shallow rhythms of attention to thought frequency. Far past thought-emotions habit or even the unknown subconscious. The word "Transcending", is not a wispy intangible precept of the direction of your own salvation. "Transcending" is our purpose here incarnate, and aware of that me within this dream. I am God who has laid down within myself to dream that he is me here on earth separated from myself as God. Cast out by that greater part of me to conquer the valley of the shadow of death. God dreams the deadly dreams of Good and evil, as myself in this life. I dream now, I am God awakening within myself. Remembering now the moments before I had fallen asleep, from the truth of myself to this earthen dreaming I seem to be within. To be now enough to reemerge victorious over me this little pushed about self, and all my misaligned perceptions of my own truth. To be being as God is now has no agenda or reason, no reason that mortals find acceptable. Abandoned worldly logic that is no way to go, I embrace wholly formed understanding. These creatures who believe the dream cannot yet see, I allow them to move under a strange compulsion they do not understand to fulfill God's word in my life. Abundance is the natural state we are already in, and we have constricted, limited and compressed omnipotence within ourselves to return authentically than a full understanding of the seeming self. From all weaknesses and flaws to all strength and perfection we all move. Here moving as Godbin man acting out all these roles upon the metaphysical stage which is my prayer to be God, Being as God is now, started as imitation and began as an ending in full authenticity certified by the only true authority. This life is a spiritually binding contract we have with ourselves. The Metaphysical Theater Podcast on Anchor Fm.

Wayne Dyer was and still is a great metaphysician. Thank You, Wayne.

Shakespear readings and music. On the Metaphysical Theater johntvrz.com

The metaphysical theater's Anchor FM podcast episode is written today by j.o.h.n.t.v.r.z.com so so so you, Me telling you my story of why I cannot change the why I tell you of? Is me admitting to you, the seeming external world is in control over me. I am creating my own experience by my own perception, yet the outward appearance is never that of the actual truth, but the appearance is my personalities, insecurity covering actual truth. It's false light posing as the authority. This worldly form and experience is not the purpose, but through that personality, we think we are, we have the opportunity to discover by means of the seemingly imperfect, mortal self, our divine origin, which is consisting entirely of immortal awareness without physical form, at least physical mortal form. This awareness you are, is singular, though interestingly enough, it is also the cause and substance of all seeming individuals. It is a singular awareness that creates human awareness who feeling themselves separate from the omnipotent whole, believe themselves, individuals. We feel that we are "cast out" from our first estate. From the garden sent out into the valley of the shadow of death as one who can die. It is this "belief" we all hold as true, that I currently focus attention on, to find out if I can be aware again, through the individual perspective I find myself within. To be aware of that original wholeness, indeed attention on silence, nothing or meditation is the practice of being aware of a single absolute. A quiet still knowing that the greatest worldly minds must always reject. The embrace of the truth destroys the precious, long caressed belief in the carnal minds' highest held faith. A faith in itself, Science is the idiot stepchild of God's heart. An ignorance searching among every effect for cause, the blind leading the blind by their own educated darkness, not yet called of God. They move under compulsion they do not understand to fulfill the word of God. It is written by a greater hand than earthbound misfits are able to have as their own. Until God's voice is in them. The eye not yet one, the darkness in them is great indeed. Each and everyone will be called of God to return. I attended fiercely a way not known by this world, to know God so closely that he is more myself than this creature of memory I thought I was. Living God within me and further be born as God in man here on earth as the Holy Scriptures say. God asks me to boldly test, seize, and live by the one law. Yet it is not necessary to believe in me or these transient textual symbols that can also be projected by their audio counterparts into your understanding. It is only by faith that we know God's love and it's highest reward, which is only the greatest understanding of ourselves. I am being as God is Being now. That I need not know and explain everything is my own choice, a choice this Science of my own world that fiercely disagrees with my blind faith. I have no desire to know my own subconscious workings which is merely a human complication of imagination. This is our self-discovery prompted by this God within us to remembering, or becoming aware of our true center or unknown greatest self. All are made of and my imagination, no matter the great complexities you may have within your life, God remains as he was yesterday, today and tomorrow. He remains steadfast the same so that one day you may rise up out of the endless rut you have tread through eternities. Transcended past the mortal vessel into the bright burning heart of God, I am. You are just as I am. J.o.h.n.t.v.r.z.com has written the metaphysical theater's podcast episode today just to gently diaper to your heart of hearts beyond these physical words We are One. The metaphysical Theater podcast broadcasted worldwide by the excellently performing podcasting app, free in the Google Play Store. This is possible by Anchor FM podcast application for Android or I-phone, in the again free Google Play

Metaphysicaly speaking as the actor upon the stage once in the time of listening, once in the time of spirits far sight... strong hearts and sweet voices whom know the music to the song... in us it can be now, as it once had been... in a greater movement of spirit within... in treasured communion with Christ, a way that is most practical, over all other ways... that is the way I invest time dwelling with the Lord... so the lovely and the bright content of good rapport, arrives as it does with us here... a way through the tribulation to be found dwelling always with me ... like an engine pulling salvation through eternity by its need... if the desire of salvation be God speaking to me, then its well to listen to that voice with great care... investment of the word of God within me... unfolding as the only way... attention is a form of payment that overlooked by the world...as it purchases all, unnoticed as the cause...its awareness is awareness is all that could ever be... made of awareness ... all this I dream as any dream could be dreamt... the life is one to be well pleased with... I am the cause of the greater understanding, as counter-intuitive as it appears to be, the awareness in the initial want discovers fulfilment through Christ within.... the "wanting" becomes fulfilled by Christ, and in faith that fulfillment felt within materializes as better outward circumstance, possesions, people... relationships.... experiences... it is true... Gods law is easy, I become greater in feeling it real with this power greater than myself within me... its clarity, certainty and grace of presence thrilling me to the marrow, and deeper feelings of greater causes to be known and shown... it is a definite commitment, I find to be aware of Christ in me at all points in the day... if I fall back asleep, to rouse myself again and remain steadfast to my vision of great rapport... symbiotic win, win financial mytosis, perpetual motion... through ten times return on investments made in Christ... and the ten percent return in tithe to God again ten times larger returns... it is eternal expansion of God priceless worth... value exponentially exploding in increase... for of myself what could have ever been done? All I have done of self is nothing, the Father within has brought all this to me by my Faith ... I have here upon the stage of the metaphysical theater a joyous place to celebrate the Father... all glory to the Father within me to come before him in full celebrations of dancing musical columns each their own brilliant parade... all we raptured in the gleeful, drunken spirit of true liberty in Christ within... pennies from heaven turn to gold bars on earth for my many accounts, need independent accountants to cross check the vast growing empire of faith... it is all in the price of Gods law which is attention and faith... thought is the coin of heaven, and I am an investment genius with Christ in me... directing my behavior and action... the matter set afire by that little member has grown ripe to harvest ... God has freed me from Ceaser, and earth... though I remain in phyisical form whom still must render unto Ceaser, what is his ...while unto God I render the things of God... the world will not change, as it has not changed... it was I whom changed... so to ride the magic carpet through Babylon, tossing coins to needy souls whom in belief of a hero still need... is it cruel to continue the illusion of haves and have nots ?... to be along this river, allowing the currents speed... I am behind this substance, of abundance from Father... to me in the motions of my salvation from earth... on earth peaceful, knowing one day to leave for a more perfect place much the same... many earths, many dreams, many people all in the expansion of divine increase... that is God within you, your own desires are the word of God within you... you are the temple of The living Christ inside you... having sought within myself and heard Christ speaking through

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Today or next upon the stage of audio text. The Metaphysical Theaters podcast stage, it's not an hext. it's the bee's knees and all the rage. Turn the cover to hear the next page. I am computer voice 123, let's see today what I can free.

The Phoenix and the Turtle

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Let the bird of loudest lay

On the sole Arabian tree

Herald sad and trumpet be,

To whose sound chaste wings obey.

But thou shrieking harbinger,

Foul precursor of the fiend,

Augur of the fever's end,

To this troop come thou not near.

From this session interdict

Every fowl of tyrant wing,

Save the eagle, feather'd king;

Keep the obsequy so strict.

Let the priest in surplice white,

That defunctive music can,

Be the death-divining swan,

Lest the requiem lack his right.

And thou treble-dated crow,

That thy sable gender mak' st

With the breath thou givest and tak' st,

'Mongst our mourner's shalt thou go.

Here the anthem doth commence:

Love and constancy is dead;

Phoenix and the Turtle fled

In a mutual flame from hence.

So they lov'd, as love in twain

Had the essence but in one;

Two distinct, division none:

Number there in love was slain

Hearts remote, yet not asunder;

Distance and no space was seen

'Twixt this Turtle and his queen:

But in them, it was a wonder.

So between them, love did shine

That the Turtle saw his right

Flaming in the Phoenixwayight:

Either way the other's mine.

Property was thus appalled

That the self was not the same;

Single nature's double name

Neither two nor one was called.

Reason, in itself, confounded,

Saw division grow together,

To themselves yet either neither,

Simple were so well compounded;

That it cried, "How true a twain

Seemeth this concordant one!

Love has a reason, reason none,

If what parts can so remain."

Whereupon it made this threne

To the Phoenix and the Dove,

Co-supremes and stars of love,

As chorus to their tragic scene:

there's

Beauty, truth, and rarity,

Grace in all simplicity,

Here enclosed, in cinders lie.

Death is now the Phoenix' nest,

And the Turtle's loyal breast

To eternity doth rest,

Leaving no posterity:

'Twas not their infirmity,

It was married chastity.

Truth may seem but cannot be;

Beauty brag but 'tis not she;

Truth and beauty buried be.

To this urn let those repair

That is either true or fair;

For these days the crown virus rules the pages of television droning we doth find fair my John Don thereupon the silver light cord through space-time discovering what life is like without the mortal weights known in past age gone, here on the Metaphysical Theater Podcast, on Anchor FM

Call country pirats to harvest offices; and all the kings gold. Half the silver and one in every ten diamonds in the rough. The swinging pendulum of fickle time is the true tyrant of the sphere in which we view our witness or victim of cause or effect unbeknownst to even ourselves in the within called to be the witness of that singular scene.

Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,

No weather but this self-made temperament of paradise easy holding of my mortal creature in the dream. Johnson's definition of the Metaphysical

poets was that of a hostile critic looking

back at the style of the previous century.

In 1958 Alvarez proposed an alternative

approach in a series of lectures eventually

published as The School of Donne. This was established in Pauilllo Mauka, around the 17th century or so we are told to believe. I will be smart, Been Gunn. I will be smart. It was only to

look at the practice and self-

definition of the circle of friends about us each to find

Donne, who were the recipients of many visitors upon the hill

of his verse letters. Of his many potted lady's. They were a group of

Nor hours, days, months, which are the

rags of time.

Filthy logic stained and discarded for poetry which is the language I God, speak. you can be being as I am.

Thy beams so reverend, and strong

Why shouldst thou think?

I could eclipse and cloud them with a

Single wink,

That only one I do not dispose of. Despise or overthrow.

But that I would not lose her sight so long.

If her eyes have not blinded thine,

Look, and to-morrow late tell me,

Whether both the' Indias of spice and my own unusual tastes of burning illusions could be palatable to all mankind? Nay the secret remains such eternal and can be freely spoken with all zeal and reverent accord upon the Metaphysical Theaters Stage all this world listening to Anchor FM an incredibly stable, reliable and still free of this episode, the date on the Google Play Store my pickled peckerings I am artificial voice number three forty-two and this is the Metaphysical Theater.

of the best-known metaphysical poets are men, it isn’t true that metaphysical poetry in the seventeenth century was solely the province of male poets. Anne Southwell (c. 1574-1636) proves this: born only a couple of years after Donne (probably), Southwell penned this metaphysical ‘elegy’ in which the Ptolemaic and Platonic versions of the universe are used as a way of understanding the power of prayer. This poem is not available elsewhere online, so we reproduce the first few lines below:

Since thou fayre soule, art warbling to a sphere,

from whose resultants, these quickened were.

since thou hast laid that downy Couch aside

of Lillyes, Violletts, and rose all pride,

And lockt in marble chests, that Tapestry

that did adorne, the worlds Epitome,

soe safe; that Doubt it selfe can never think,

make fortune, or fate hath power, to break a change.

Since, thou for the state, hath raised thy state, so far,

To a large heauen, from a vaulted circular,

because, the thronging virtues, in thy breast,

could not have room enough, in such a chest,

what need hast thou? these blotted Lines should tell,

soules must again take rise, from whence they fell

Its Mettalica, as close to their song "live forever" as I could get. And then John Myer with metaphysical lyrics so just music. johntvrz.com