Phillip Medhurst

Wisdom from a Gnostic Sage

Tag: mind

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CONTENTS 1  Greeting 2  Osifu’s growth history 3  Five years ago, Osifu was a lonely walker; now with you 4  The heart method of Tantric Dharma 5  The Ten Great Vows of Osifu 6  The Mantra of Osifu 7  Following in the footsteps of Buddha Shakyamuni 8  Noah’s Ark 9  Study with perseverance 10  Everything […]

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Hello, friend. Best wishes to you! All of us are each a beam of light from the universe. The cosmic centre is our common home. Every spirit in the universe is equal, just like brothers and sisters, without the difference between countries. Our true minds are one and dear to each other. Now the universe […]

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October 10th, 2011 Namo Master Shakyamuni Buddha! Namo original teacher Shakyamuni Buddha!Namo original teacher Shakyamuni Buddha!Namo original teacher Shakyamuni Buddha!Namo original teacher Shakyamuni Buddha!Namo original teacher Shakyamuni Buddha! Our eleven-day Indian pilgrimage to venerate Shakyamuni Buddha lasted from 5-7 a.m. September 28th at Maoshi to 5-7 a.m. October 8th at Maoshi. We have now completed […]

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Today is March 23rd 2013, Saturday. There is a myriad of twinkling lights outside the window. The distant Mount Fengyi is like ink and umber-black dye. Osifu hasn’t communicated heartfelt wishes with you for over ten days and always feels that there is something missing. Osifu misses and recalls you all at every moment, and […]

The Apocalypse Revealed 1

Man has the Divine within him. Spiritual Truth is located within the deeper recesses of the mind rather than on the shallow surface of consciousness. It manifests itself as story or tableau the meaning of which is not always easy to articulate in rational terms. Indeed, such Truth may be altered and so distorted by “worldly” considerations – such as the material needs of a professional priesthood, the maintenance and upkeep of buildings, and the requirement of hierarchies to be seen to be historically consistent in their utterances. But the spring cannot be dammed: the underground stream of stories, images and symbols – dreams dreamed, remembered and re-incarnated in word, paint or stone – will continue to gush forth.

Samson

 

Sam found a little knife

While wand’ring in the ward.

When nurses tried to truss

The old man to a chair,

He cut their knotted tape

And made good his escape.

 

But is he strong enough

To grab with steady hand

The starched lapel of Life-

In-Death’s white coat and crash

That cranium’s empty dome?

That way, he might get home.