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Trouble Not Your Hearts
Mysterium Tremendum
- the tendency to experience fear and trembling
(from sudden exposure to a deity or divinity)
Mysterium Fascinans
- the tendency to attract, fascinate and compel
(in unexpected communion with pure holiness)
Trouble not your hearts... For a path is chosen for you
Trouble not your hearts
Though they clamor for me
Yet I do not enter them
But out of them I riseth
And maketh you whole and one
With myself and the Father
Let not your tears fall with derision
Though they lament for me
Yet I do not rescue them
But rather look out from inside them
To restoreth you pure and clean
With myself and the Father
Rummage not your dreams
Though they fumble for me
Yet I do not compose them
But rather frameth them
To render you redefined
With myself and the Father
Build not upon your fears
Though they entreat for me
Yet I do not enforce them
But with them I will pray
And consider you to be strong
With myself and the Father
Open not the doors to your house
Though you wish to entice me
Yet I will not visit fashionably
But arrive upon your eviction
And invite you to live as one
With myself and the Father
Care not about tomorrow
Though you wish to plan eternity
Yet I do not chastise your conceit
But credit you for your credence
And call you to be as one
With myself and the Father
Covet not your own love
Though it seeks to emulate me
Yet I do not return it
But receive all of you as love
And acclaim you as one
With myself and the Father
In Heaven, affirmation is The door to condolence...
- Tom Randolph
February 23, 2010
"The literature of religious experience abounds in references to the pains and terrors overwhelming those who have come, too suddenly, face to face with some manifestation of the mysterium tremendum In theological language, this fear is due to the incompatibility between man's egotism and the divine purity, between man's self-aggravated separateness and the infinity of God."
- Aldous Huxley
"The Doors of Perception"
1954
"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern."
- William Blake
"The Marriage of Heaven and Hell"
1793