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					                                         In the Cage
                                             (10/01/2007)

                                      Man, afraid to be alive
                                  Shuts his soul in senses five
                                  From fields of uncreated light
                                  Into the crystal tower of sight

                             And from the roaring songs of space
                              Into the small flesh-carven place
                              Of the ear; whose cave impounds
                               Only small and broken sounds.

                               And to his narrow sense of touch
                           From strength that held the stars in touch;
                              And from the warm, ambrosial spice
                                Of flowers and fruits of Paradise
                                  Into the frail and fitful power
                             Of sense and tasting, sweet and sour.

                                 And, toiling for a sordid wage
                                 There in his self-created cage’
                                  Ah! How safely barred is he
                                   From menace of Eternity!

This is a poem by Martin Armstrong, and was one of Sir George Trevelyan’s favourite
quotes when he gave talks to audiences all over the world. It is so much to the point of
description of the lack of vision of most people who live exclusively by the tenets of the
material life. Any attempt on their part to consider the actuality of God, is rapidly dissolved
by their observation of the injustice, greed and violence in the world.

But as Sir George said, that God: “works with our higher self in staging situations for our
education and testing. Our life on Earth is an initiation, and we are given ordeals and trials. If we
really grasp this we can accept our difficulties and apparent misfortunes as part of a great plan. After
all, our temporary sojourn on the planet is but a short parenthesis out of the greater existence in the
spirit world …. We have the whole of Eternity for our exploration and development, and to work back
to Him (God) as conscious beings.”

Martin Armstrong is showing how we are in a condition that cages us in to the material
world, especially that of men. If we were to see spiritual matters of great depth with out eyes,
then everybody would see it, and knowing the ways of men, it would be taken over by the
multinationals for expensive experiences., but see spiritual matters with the “eye of the
mind”, and this does not mean visualisation. This is something that is a gift from God and
we cannot bring it about by ourselves. Experiences that do come about from humans, that is
in the psychic world only tap sources that are ear to the Earth level. Here we are concerned
with a deeper union with the Source.

So let us examine the poem:

“Man afraid to be alive…

This is indeed true of many. Subjects like dying, from which there is no escape for beggar or king, is
never discussed as people are afraid of it. Anything beyond the five senses can be alarming to some.
There are those who would rather put up with spirits in the house (which can be unhealthy to say the
least), than talk about getting them removed. They are afraid of these matters so prefer to put their
heads in the sand and put up with their presence. Yet these spirits can be removed in a split second
and for free!

“Shuts his soul in senses five”

The senses are not designed for exploration into the mystery of God, and those that have no interest
in the spiritual life are thus handicapped, they are restricted in their vision, that is the vision that
comes from God and not oneself. They are in fact like a blind man, or one that is restricted in
movement. Anything outside the “weighing and measuring” to him does not even exist.

“From fields of uncreated light...”

This uncreated light is where the soul originated, it is uncreated as it is the “light” that is the
uncreated God. Mankind originates from this too.

“Into the crystal tower of sight.”

Sight here represents one of the five senses in the material plane, and is poetically described as a
crystal tower which reflects all in its crystalline structure. This is of course what the human eye does,
but cannot see the Divine light. This is beyond the five senses.

“and from the roaring songs of space”

This again is poetic language, where the “sounds” of the deeper spiritual world is so vast and all
embracing, and is in tune with the entire universe, in other words no limit.

“Of the ear…small and broken sounds”

In contrast to the grandeur of the spiritual “sounds” the ear is of course one of the five senses and is
severely limited. We cannot for example hear a dog whistle, nor those sounds that are advertised to
keep cats off your flowerbeds nor those which deter mosquitoes. So this “small flesh-carven place has
this “cave” (the outer ear canal and middle ear), which has only “small and broken sounds”. The ear
is limited to the speech range which is not all that great.

“And to his narrow sense of touch… Stars in clutch.”

The sense of touch can be very limited, possibly the least sensitive of all the senses. Unless you are
blind, try and imagine being sensitive enough to read braille ! The contrast with the spiritual “touch”
is poetically described as being able to “have the stars in clutch” meaning a range that is vast.

“And from the warm ambrosial spice… fruits of paradise.

Ambrosia, that is found in Greek and Roman mythology, is the ‘food of the Gods,’ the elixir of life.
interestingly enough, another application of this word is a fungal product used as food by pin hole
borers. (Oxford dictionary) This might ring a bell by those who have read the writing I send out
called “Pinhole Spirituality”. Certainly anyone passing through the pinhole of the ‘black hole’
connection needs spiritual food in plenty! But here we are concerned with the comparison of life from
whence we came, to the life as experienced in this sad world, which has never been a paradise.

“Into the frail and fitful power…self created cage.”

Power on Earth is frail, Kingdoms come and go, the vast towers of commerce can be up for sale, jobs
can be lost, and many marriages end in disaster. To be sure the powers we have are very transient,
and can be blown away by many different kinds of winds. One then has exchanged this “warm
ambrosial spice” for this quick sands existence limited to the senses and tasting of things sweet and
sour, which compared with the life of spirit, is gross and cumbersome.
“And toiling for a sordid wage...”

Most of ones life in whatever circumstances is toil. One does not have the opportunity to have a full
family life because of the hectic nature of work in our time. The wage may be sordid too because it is
so little compared to the hours and heavy work involved. Such people rarely receive a high wage.

“There in his self-created cage...”

Self created it is, either because of the nature of the economic system which is man made, or the lack
of belief in a Higher Power, and the rejection of things spiritual confines a man to the prison of the
five senses throughout his life.

“How safely barred…

People set up barriers to learning of spiritual matters themselves, and consider themselves superior in
having no belief. Those who do have this knowledge beyond the material are downgraded as
“queer”. Yet man in his material outlook has hardly created a peaceful and equitable world. Even the
best of us can fit into the following description of a businessman’s life, the respectable commuter who
lives in outer suburbia in an upmarket house in rich America:

“Consider the average American worker. The alarm rings at 6.45 and our man or woman is up and running.
Shower, dress in the professional garments, Suits and dresses for some, overalls for others, whites for the
medical folk, jeans and flannel shirts for the construction workers.

Breakfast, if there’s time. Grab the lunch box or briefcase, and hop in the car for the daily punishment called the
rush hour. On the job from nine to five….act busy, hides mistakes, and smile when handed impossible deadline,
gives a sigh of relief when the axe known as “restructuring”- or just getting laid off – falls on other heads;
Shoulder the added workload, watch the clock, argue with your conscience but agree with the boss. Smile again.
Five o’clock. Back in the car and on the freeway for the evening commute. Act human with mates, kids or room
mates; eat, watch TV, then eight hours of blessed oblivion.”
                                                                               Joe Domingues and Vicky Robin

Do not so many fit into this category one way or the other? This is man’s world, but God has not
designed this madcap way of life. This is the material life, and this is what we are educating our
children for in most schools. Perhaps the Spiritual philosophies are not so mad after all.


                               “Things are in the saddle, and ride mankind”

Ralph Waldo Emerson
(1803-1882)

				
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