The Phoenix Bird
Author Unknown
Beneath the tree of knowledge in the Garden of Paradise stood a rosebush. And here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His plumage was beautiful, his song glorious, and his flight was like the flashing of light. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the tree of knowledge, and she and Adam were driven from Paradise, a spark fell from the flaming sword of the angel into the nest of the bird and set it afire. The bird perished in the flames, but from the red egg in the nest there flew a new bird, the only one of its kind, the one solitary Phoenix Bird. The legend tells us how he lives in Arabia and how every century he burns himself to death in his nest, but each time a new phoenix, the only one in the world, flies out from the red egg.
The bird darts about as swift as light, beautiful in color, glorious in song. When a mother sits beside her infant's cradle, he settles on the pillow and forms a glory with his wings about the head of the child. He flies through the room of contentment and brings sunshine into it, and he makes the violets on the humble cupboard smell sweet.
But the phoenix is not a bird of Arabia alone. In the glimmer of the northern lights he flies over the plains of Lapland and hops amid the yellow flowers in the short Greenland summer. Deep beneath the copper mountains of Falun, and in England's coal mines, he flies in the form of a powdered moth over the hymnbook resting in the hands of the pious miner. He floats down the sacred waters of the Ganges on a lotus leaf, and the eye of the Hindu maid brightens when she beholds him.
Phoenix Bird! Don't you know him? The Bird of Paradise, the Holy Swan of song? He sat on the car of Thespis, like a chattering raven, flapping his black gutter-stained wings; the swan's red, sounding beak swept over the singing harp of Iceland; he sat on Shakespeare's shoulder, disguised as Odin's raven, and whispered, "Immortality!" into his ear; and at the minstrels' feast he fluttered through the halls of the Wartburg.
Phoenix Bird! Don't you know him? He sang the Marseillaise to you, and you kissed the feather that fell from his wing; he came in the glory of paradise, and perhaps you turned away from him toward the sparrow that sat with gold tinsel on its wings.
The Bird of Paradise-renewed each century-born in flame, dying in flame! Your portrait in a frame of gold hangs in the halls of the rich, but you yourself often fly around lonely and misunderstood-a myth only: "The phoenix bird of Arabia."
When you were born in the Garden of Paradise, in its first rose, beneath the tree of knowledge, our Lord kissed you and gave you your true name-poetry!
The End
I Am the Phoenix Arisen
by: Baba-Kundi Ma`at-Shambhala
It is said that the phoenix arose from flames, ashes, and rose from death to life. I have risen from the sorrows, pains, disappointments, failures, illusions and the deceptions of this physical incarnation exactly as the Beloved Phoenix Bird has risen from flames and ashes, rose from the dust, rose from death. Nothing and no one can keep my Spirit from continually arising to the Spiritual heights set for me by GREAT SPIRIT, not even my delusional lower self can stop this process, because deep within my Spirit and Higher Self I am totally committed to and ruled by the Divine Will of SPIRIT ITSELF. SPIRIT rules supreme within my Spirit.
I had no choice but to go down into the abyss of this physical experience called life, before I could arise sound and true to the Divine Will of SPIRIT. I had to be purified by the fires and pressures of life’s challenges, what some call and know as hell, in order that I could begin the process of total separation from everything that is not pure and true to my Sacred Spiritual Path. Like the black piece of coal that had to go through extreme pressure so, it could become a Flawless Clear Sparkling Precious Diamond. I had no choice but to go through the dark pressures of life to consciously become the Eternal Spiritual Creation that I am, that I have always been deep within my Spirit. All of the pressures of life have set me free, now I can truly see, and be that which I was created to be.
What I thought were new expressions, new feelings, new experiences, new thoughts, new insights, new visions, new faith, and new hope, were merely remembered realities that have eternally been a part of my Divine Reality. I have risen from the flames and ashes and I am re-calling who I truly am. I am who I was created to be, I am all of my ancestors, I am you, I am one with the Whole of Creation. Ultimately, I Am One With MOTHER-FATHER GODDESS-GOD. I have come to understand the true meaning of this human existence called life. No more abuse from myself, anyone else, or anything else. It is time for me to exclusively flow with the Divine Energy of Unconditional Love, which issues freely from SPIRIT to my Spirit. I have reached the beginning of my ultimate eternal destiny; I am an Ambassador of Unconditional Love.
Baba-Kundi Ma`at-Shambhala
(a.k.a. Kevin William Naylor)
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