Ragnarok : The Destiny of the Gods

It all started when they discovered a Hole in the Earth's Magnetic Field.
Then there was the Norway Spiral.
More recently the South Pole's Magnetic Field completely disappeared for a time, as shown by the Canadian Vandal, which may be the smoking gun of global warming that some are looking for since heat breaks down magnetism this is obviously not a normal fluctuation.
Now their are Forest Fires in Russia and China burning out of control followed by an absurdly freakish Apocalyptic Thunderstorm pounding Finland and unexplained Harmonic Tremors stirring Yellowstone Super Volcano.
It has begun.
Ragnarok is on the way and as one scientist recently said, "It's an irreversible situation."
What am I talking about?
Cosmology, Mythology, Eschatology, Global Warming, Earth Science and, really, life in general for everyone on the planet.
Everything is about to change.
Whether you are an Atheist or Religious to the core, you can casually read through the Norse Mythology and see the Earth Changes presented there as the harbingers of the Apocalypse and scientists as well as the religious are in agreement on this regardless of how much they may bicker about the details.
What I am mostly talking about, however, is the deterioration of the earth's magnetic field, as mentioned above, long before the model predicts it and certainly before 2012 AD, which will lead to a Pole Shift.
The Hole in the Magnetic Field is allowing the northern portion of the earth's crust, and core, to heat up more then normal and more then the South Pole and this imbalance due to the global thermodynamics of the planet will deteriorate the magnetic field to the point that it will Flip the Earth's Core, followed by the Magnetic Field and then the Planet itself shortly thereafter.
And we can see that the northern portion of this planet is indeed heating up and there is a very good possibility that the next time the South Pole's Magnetic Field drops to zero, the poles will flip resulting in society being plunged back into the era of the cave man, literally, overnight.
Then the finer points of Ragnarok will begin.
The Myths say it starts out with a winter that lasts for three years and this is easily understood knowing that the pole shift will cause global volcanism to occur plunging the moon and sun into darkness and cooling the planet down for that period of time during which, of course, mankind will be in the every man, or race, for themselves mode as also described by the myths, which are also, noticeably, very similar to the specific details given in the Bible for the same period of time, with the waves of the sea roaring as described by both and men's hearts failing them for fear for the things that they see coming upon the earth and the powers of heaven and earth being shaken which is also recalled by the name Ragnarok itself which literally means the destruction of the powers that be.
Don't take it personally.
But, ready or not, here it comes.
Pure Chaos...

Ambition

Ambition, in every shape
That it presents itself;
Has to do with things,
Giving external advantage,
For the satisfaction of
Self - worship;
It is that form of pride,
Which usurps the rightful
Place of aspiration,
To godliness and salvation.
Yet it is nursed and cherished,
In many a soul,
That thinks itself devout;
Filling it with petty cares,
And life's disappointments;
That swarm like bees,
Around a fallen hive;
And shut out,
The Glory of God.

Trith Is One

Truth is one;
He who does the Truth,
In the small things,
Is of the Truth;
He who will do it,
Only in a great thing;
Who postpones,
The small thing near him,
Where need is high;
To do the great thing,
Farther from him;
For the eyes of man;
Is not of the Truth.

Oneness

The final end,
Of our separation
From all of Heaven;
Is not simplicity,
And the self-identity,
As some have taught:
These are but roads
We are made to travel.
On this journey,
The final end;
Is oneness .......
A oneness with Him,
Who is Life;
And the well source,
Of all being.
This is not possible,
However, without identity;
For there can be,
No unity of love;
No sympathy of grace;
No harmony in being;
Where there is but one.
Two, at the very least;
Are needed,
For Oneness of Life;
And the greater the number,
The richer the union.

Evensong

At the draw,
Of a coarse grained,
And spotted day;
As I fall heavily,
Before the table
Of the Lord;
Sighing keenly,
For the lost flower
Of blamelessness;
And quivering,
At an impure lip.
'Oh Lord', I moaned;
'At times, Thy purity
Flees from me;
Like a fleeting vision
Of the night;
Whispering sharply,
From the periphery.
Create in me,
A new heart;
Renew Thy spirit
Within me;
And restore unto me,
The joy of my
Salvation.'
Suddenly, do I feel
His healing touch;
And my soul is suffused
With Holy emotion;
The tides rise high;
Tumultuous torrents of joy
Knock loudly,
At the floodgates
Of my heart;
And burst forth
Upon my tongue,
As songs of
Glorification:
Seemingly joined,
By every element
Of His creation,
In a choral medley
Of rapturous praise!
Who is like
Unto Thee, Oh Lord?
Or to Thy faithfulness
Round about Thee?

Regathered

In fervent,
Impassioned prayer,
Are we regathered,
In soul and spirit;
From the many fancies
That bewilder us;
And the distractions,
That dissolve us
Into the dust
Of the world.
Here, we are collected,
Into His peace;
Into His power;
And into His wisdom:
We gain a heart,
Resolved to any fate;
Because we rest;
Secure, and quenched,
In the gladsome arms,
Of the Living God.

The Fearful

The fearful pray,
Driven by need;
Rather than,
Kindled by grace:
Their prayer,
Is but a cry
Into the unknown;
Not a hymn,
To the Risen Savior;
It is a quest
For treasure;
Not a walk
Of fellowship.
It sputters,
More than it fires:
Denying the very power
It seeks;
For they know
The Father,
Only by the precepts
Of men;
Not by the surrender
Of life.

The Praying Personality

The praying personality,
Has an eternal value for God,
As an end in itself.
Prayer is the Divine fullness,
Of life's time and course;
The one gift bestowed;
That abides with more power,
In death than in life.
The intercessions of our Lord,
Before the Throne of Heaven;
Are the continuity,
And the consummation,
Of His work on earth:
To freely share in it,
To prayerfully partake,
In His redemptive burden,
Even in our imperfect ways,
Is the true meaning,
Of praying in the Spirit.

The Answerer

The native speech,
Of all creation,
Is prayer:
We pray,
Because
We were made,
For prayer;
It is the central act,
Of the soul:
God draws us out;
By breathing Himself in.
We are never
So right with Him,
In any thing we do;
As we are in prayer:
Having nothing;
Praying for everything;
We possess all things.
When He comes;
Ever so softly,
Ever so lightly,
Uniting in our prayer;
He brings in all,
That He has assured:
For the complete answer,
To all prayer;
Is the Answerer.

A Springtide Of Invigoration

Prayer blossoms
Into full flower;
When it lifts
My pleading soul,
To be more attentive,
And more sure,
Of the Gift,
Than of the need;
Of the grace,
Than of the failure.
Erenow;
I can but sigh,
In mortal submission:
"I am Yours,
If You will";
And when He wills;
My bidding prayer,
Is transformed,
Into a springtide
Of invigoration,
With the full
Light and Life,
Of My Risen Savior.

Secrets

Living Prayer

Only living prayer,
Keeps the life of man
Clement and humane.
It is the great producer
Of liberty and sympathy:
Trusting in the Father of Lights;
Moving, and acting in Him,
We come openly into tune
With the nature and plight,
Of our neighbor;
For our prayer,
Is common, living prayer;
It is a willful act;
Indeed, THE willful act,
Of the common fellowship.
We cannot even truly pray,
Without passing through ourselves,
Into the individual experience,
Beyond and athwart of us.
Our egoism, and our fear,
Retire before the coming of God;
And into this clearance,
There comes;
Along with our Father;
Our brother.

The Will and Prayer

In every act of prayer,
I have already begun
To do God's will;
For which,
Above all things,
Do I pray.
The prayer;
Within all my prayers,
Is Thy will be done.
My prayer;
Is Thy will:
Thou didst create it
Within my heart;
It is Thine,
Even more than mine.
Oh Lord;
Perfect Thine own will
Within me;
As I seek Thy face,
According to Thy will.

Amen

Seek Ye The Lord

Seek ye the Lord;
All ye meek,
All those who ordain,
And search His judgments.
Seek His righteousness;
Seek His gentleness;
That ye may be hid
From the eyes of death,
In the Day of His anger:
For He understands
The way thereof;
And He knows
The place thereof;
For He looks, and beholds
To the ends of the earth;
And He sees under
The whole of heaven.
He will ransom thee,
From the power of the grave;
He will redeem thee,
From the sweep of death:
Oh Death;
He will be thy plague;
Oh grave;
He will be thy oblivion.

Hallelujah !!

The Point Of Unity

The death of Christ,
Is the providential singularity:
The eternal point of unity,
Between all ages;
All dispensations;
All beings; and all realities.
It is God's masterpiece;
Astounding all the hosts
And powers of the heavens:
Here, all the attributes of God
Find their most complete,
And unclouded revelation;
Here, all the problems
Of rebellion and redemption
Are squarely met and cleared;
Here, the travail of creation,
Meets its answer and key;
Here too, are sown the seeds
Of the Kingdom of God.
The nearer we come,
To His bloody cross;
The more we meditate,
On the offering made there;
The deeper will we be drawn,
Into the mysteries of godliness,
At the Divine center of all things;
And all the more perfect,
Shall be our passion;
 And the more brilliant our vision,
Of the joy that is set before us.

A Word

I will show thee; hear my words:
That which I have seen;
That will I declare.
He that has an ear,
Let him hear
What the Spirit says
Unto the congregations.
Thy preachers and evangels,
Have thundered emptiness;
And they comfort in vain:
With lies and slippery tongues,
Have they sickened the heart
Of the righteous;
And strengthened the hands
Of the wicked,
By promising them life.
Thy prophets behold only flam;
Vain and foolish things.
The headmen thereof,
Judge for reward;
The pastors teach for hire;
And the prophets,
Divine for money:
Yet will they lean upon the Lord!
While the flock wanders aimlessly;
Troubled and confused,
Because there is no shepherd.
His anger is kindled mightily
Against the churchmen,
And He will punish the elders:
Night shall be unto them;
That they shall not see Light,
Being forced to feed instead.
On their own delusions.
So too shall the sun
Go down on the prophets,
That they cannot divine;
Light shall be darkness over them:
For the baseborn shall wander,
And resort to vain things;
As there is no truth without God.
Woe unto the idol shepherd
That leaveth the flock!
The sword shall be upon his arm,
And upon his right eye:
His arm shall dry up,
His right eye shall be darkened;
And he shall be;
As if he never was.
Yet, does the Holy One
Know His own;
For the Lord of Hosts
Has visited His flock,
All those called by His name;
To strengthen and encourage.
As a father to his beloved son.
Yea, He will gather His own,
To nourish and to protect,
In the midst of their fold.
And the Lord their God,
Shall save them in that day:
They shall be as
The stones of the crown,
Lifted up as an ensign
Upon His land.
And the wolf,
Shall be no more.

Thou Dost Possess

He is my strength,
And my song;
He is become
My salvation:
For, cursed,
In my emptiness,
Did I come upon
The Well of Samaria;
Give me to drink?
Did I ask of the Master.
Speaking softly,
As He drew, He said,
"Come Unto Me,
And drink of the
Waters of Life;
For he that believes
On Me; shall never thirst."
Oh Master, I replied,
Give me to drink!
Firm, was His grip
Upon my wrists,
As He passed me
The cup; overflowing.
Deeply, and searchingly,
Did He gaze
Through my eyes;
As I drank; eagerly.
Then...ever so gently,
Did He answer;
"Thou hast come;
Thou hast asked;
Thou hast drawn;
Thou dost possess."

The Evil Bow

The evil bow
Contends,
Through tempest driven men.
Always do the wicked grapple,
At the gates of the righteous:
So many times
Do they sally forth,
So many times to fail;
Dark knights,
Void of hope;
On frustration's blade,
Empaled.

Tides

All the fulness of God,
Dwells bodily in Him;
That of this fulness,
We might all partake;
And grace upon grace:
Like repeated rolling waves,
Following one upon another,
Unto the furthest reaches
Of the inbound high tide.
And in this grand fulness,
Of His eternal sufficiency,
Shall we live, and draw our breath:
As the life blood flows,
From the warmth of thy bosom,
Bringing the natural renewal
Of life to each part and member;
So do the empowering tides,
Of life; and of perfect love;
Bursting forth,
From the heart of Christ,
Pulse mightily at the door,
Of all believing hearts.
For He fills all;
And He fills all in all.

The Dead Man

Sin has no power
Over the dead man;
Dressed in bewitching guise,
It stirs him not.
Tears and smiles;
Words and blows;
All in their turn,
Fail to awaken a response.
No appeal will stir,
Until he hears,
The shout of God.

"Reckon ye also yourselves
To be dead indeed unto sin,
But alive unto God,
Through Jesus Christ our Lord."
This is our position
In the sight of the Father;
It is for us;
Through faith,
And the Spirit of power;
To take it up,
And make it real.

Trap