Notes on Metaphysics

I wrote this sitting on a brick, next to "Platypus Rock" at Granny's Farm Backpackers, Nimbin N.S.W. Australia, in about March of 1998.
The birds, foals, children and the wind played just as described.


The Lord Mayor of Gaia sat, and looked. He watched the birds play and the foals frolic. He was the play and the frolic, and He was the bird and the foal.
Children walked passed him and seemed not to notice him, but everywhere, saw him.
Observers were many in these lands. Bunjalung, Tibetan, Canadian, African and other Beings.
Most enjoyed the birds, foals and children, some just the enjoyment.
The Lord Mayor of Gaia enjoyed.
He turned his head, for Trouble spoke to him.
"Is this so?" He asked. No-one other than He, did he ask.
And the Wind skittled across the field and swirled in the trees behind his stool.
"I must be still" he said and closed his eyes.
The Wind becalmed.
Trouble spoke again. The Lord Mayor fell deeper into Himself.
Trouble fell quiet.
The Crickets ceased chirping. The Noisy-Miners were not.
The Lord Mayor of Gaia Praised the Peace.
The Lord Mayor of Gaia is the Fulfillment of Man's Growth on Earth. He is the gatherer and dispenser of Human Being.
Since the Silver Age, nations tried to restore the Qualities of the Superman of the Golden Age with breeding, nurturing and conditioning of every kind exhausted on one King, Queen or another elected or selected child.
Every effort failed.
Bandit, Warrior, Governor, President, Monarch, Mogul and Priest had all sought such a Perfection in themselves, which would be to engender the Highest of Virtues in their people.
Some came close, but all were premature. Some achieved Heaven in their own Way, radiating Love to many around them.
But around their borders the weaker tribes lay in envious wait.
So too has been the Lord Mayor of Gaia laying, sitting, working, in wait.
Some, Warriors and Kings, saw the traps, saw the Gate through which Heaven's Prince must pass, and the path one must take. Abstaining from earthly desires and riches, Meditating on "no thing", they saw "Who" they were, and enjoyed that Self. But alas, that Essence they enjoyed alone.
Throughout, their Tribes, Nations or Kingdoms they Happily shared their Sweet-cake, but, because of the epoch, era, aeon, they could not share the icing.
Those Graced Masters ran and swam and flew in that Timeless Eternal moment and gave of It what they could to their Families and Nations.
From these efforts came mendicants and monks, Gurus and Hermits. Some conquering the world, some simply renouncing the world, some Enlightening it.
All saw the path to Peace as a series of stepping stones. Some knew themselves as a stone, some the foot which stepped, some the action of stepping.
They moved, or sat, as was the calling.
They saw the paradox, they saw the trichotomy. Move, sit, or do neither.
They were the Lord Mayor of Gaia, albe-they eons before His Time.
And He was they, as He was all they knew.
He, They, through experience Knew the beginning of the Road to Peace on Earth was not on Earth. He, They, knew that even while earth-bound, that is, bound to earthly desires and consciousness, on desiring Heaven on Earth, the road to It began in Heaven. So say the Wise, so said the Masters, so speaks the Silent Soul.
"We may be a thousand years away from our Self," says the Lord Mayor of Gaia. "No more, less if we want."
"This Self is the Goal, and is here if we want. Why we want it not, is Earthly. Why we want it, is Heavenly. To not want it is to play the prisoner. To want it, is the jailhouse key. You, are the jailer, the jail and the prisoner, as your desires dictate and control the limits of your consciousness.
You are with the Lord Mayor of Gaia when all conscious limits are dissolved."
The Lord Mayor of Gaia fell deeper into Himself.
And the rains came, and the seasons were restored. Heaven dawned in all Souls on feeling the change, as it spread across the land.
Bigger than any marketed momentum, yet through the machinery and machinations of it the Soul of Heaven spread upon the energy it gained from it's goal, into all hearts.
Armies Meditated, and Buddhists played rugby.