Archive for March, 2007

The Secret Plus – A Oneness Program

Wednesday, March 28th, 2007

Rev. Dr. Patricia Keel and Master ReScriptor, Roy Doughty are offering “The Secret Plus,” a breakthrough program, on three successive Thursday Evenings 7-9 PM, May 17th, 24th, and 31st.
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Awakening into Oneness with Arjuna and Chameli Ardagh

Wednesday, March 28th, 2007

Friday, April 27, 2007
7:00 to 10:00 pm

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Words Prompted by A Celestial Hiatus

Wednesday, March 28th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written 3/4/07

Last night, a brushy wilderness of thin,
White clouds kept even the eyes of the skywatchers
From seeing the lunar eclipse.
But we felt it, thrashing restlessly in
Our beds, watchers of a different sort,
As the umbilical of these heavenly
Radiations was cut by Earth’s round shadow.
Like children, we cried at the disappearance
Of our mother, and the event, this morning,
Under a low, silver sheathing of sunless
Skies, still reverberates inside of us.
We have experienced darkness, have returned
To the egg where the only light we could
See was that inner one, the splayed and splaying
Lines of a thousand dreams, each one marking
A degree of arc on a sphere that seems quite infinite.
“This is the egg,” we cry, “of our lost self,
Shining and spinning as a thousand suns,
Whose nourishments can never be eclipsed.”

Vacationing

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written: 3/20/07

As soon as we stepped outside this morning,
We knew that the blue of the sky had deepened,
And that the tropical aplomb, that languid,
Bare-leggéd women with the easy smile
And sleepy manner, had given way to a
Certain huffiness, something a little
Perturbed by the drift of our languor,
And ready, at last, to move. The horses in the blood
Break down the fences, and the garden, weedy,
In any case from gross neglect, is trampled,
Roses breaking through, fully bloomed, from the brown
Jumble that has been, so that by early
Afternoon, we are knee deep in petals —
Red and white and yellow and pink and black —
And the blue of the sky has been mobbed
By clods of lavender-grey the color
Of mobbed dove-bellies flying in close formation.
Now our perturbation has given way
To activity, and we find ourselves
Doing, almost furiously, what we
Had been avoiding, preparing to
Take on tomorrow’s promised rain, as if
It were a shower of baptismal wealth,
As if, in fact, the change, though it comes with
The deepest draught of clouds and cold,
Has finally birthed in us a tropical ease.

Authentic Action

Wednesday, March 21st, 2007

Topics:

  • Reading of Bhagavan’s Birthday Message on Oneness
  • Reading composer’s letter on her physical and emotional healing after receiving the oneness blessing
  • The effortlessness of authentic action, the power of working with grace

Poem: Vacationing

Listen: [audio:http://onenessprogram.com/audio/March_21_Authentic_Action.mp3]

The Healing Ways of Water

Wednesday, March 14th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written:1/24/07

The middle of the night, and a heaven,
Where the last slim arc of moon
Has quietly set, gleams only
With a misty sheen of darkness
And a few, faint, wobbling stars.

Yet there is a potency
Now coursing
Through the brain’s wild circuitry
Which dissolves all darkness,
So that inside, even the night
Is made luminous
In this exuberant fountaining of bliss.

How deep and sweet the silence has become,
Deliciously unfolding a melodious present,
Which sweeps all cares away.
.
The air floats choirs and choirs of celebrant angels,
Their plasma orbs a-shimmer in atmospheres,
Which can never be dark or empty or impoverished again.
They speak. They sing.
And all those jumbled channels,
Those floes of granulation in the brain,
Plunge joyously into the joyous heart,
As bright streams plunge into the placid ocean.

Special Healing Meditation

Wednesday, March 14th, 2007

Topics:

  • Healing meditation

Poem: The Healing Ways of Water

Listen: [audio:http://onenessprogram.com/audio/March_14_Healing.mp3]

Sanguine Rendezvous

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

By Roy Doughty
Written: 9/18/06

One night, we will rise, possessed by a strange compulsion
To ride a public conveyance to the end of the line.
When we disembark, we will find ourselves breathlessly walking,
Down a long stretch of deserted, tropical beach.
The night will be moonless, and the faces of the stars,
Though enumerable and luminous,
Will be mistily hooded by delicious atmospheres,
So that only the faintest glory will guide our steps.
The sleek, sure palms of the hands of the shimmering waters
Will be blanching the shimmering beaches,
And the long, lanterns of the large, white rolling breakers,
Will collapse far out from shore.
The sounds we hear will intrigue us:
The nearby hiss and ripple of lathered surf,
Mixed with the distant breakers’ muffled roar.
Finally, we will stop,
Having out walked the limits of our courage,
Prepared at last to await our final instructions.
Here, we will learn that we have been under surveillance,
That an awesome, extraterrestrial benevolence
Has sagaciously arranged this assignation,
Here, we will touch the tenderest, inner lover,
And an ocean will surge majestically through our bodies,
Exactly as if it were the blood of God.

Spiritual Mentors

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

Topics:

  • Sri Bhagavan’s Birthday
  • Some of our spiritual mentors: Jesus, Hildegard von Bingen, Sri Amma/Bhagavan, Emily Cady, Yogananda
  • At home in the universe
  • The Teacher is seeking you

Poem: Sanguine Rendezvous

Listen: [audio:http://onenessprogram.com/audio/March_4_Spiritual_Mentors.mp3]