Saturday, January 15, 2011

Wall Flowers

By Roger Wilcox

Wall flowers hide from the storm
Wild flowers in the desert will grow deep.
Watered gardens truly perform
Wedding bouquets for much wishing weep.


 
The flowers most often seen at the dance
Are the Orchids tempestuous and sweet.
For in the rain forest, life and flowers,
Grow to that of a jungle beat.



Saturday, January 8, 2011

Inversions

 
The Salt lake valley is often drowned in an inversion.  The air and the mood gets cold and foggy.  It can be dark on sunny days and very gloomy on cloudy ones.  Lake Bonneville has filled up again and we are the fish swimming unseen just below the surface.


From Snowbird looking towards the Oquirrh Mountains
looking NW from traverse ridge
 
Hermes and I need to escape, for it's not safe in the thick of it.  Different sides of the bowl give us different views.  We crawl out of the sea towards the mountain and then look to heaven and wonder.  It could have looked like this a million years ago.
"Is this the way life has always been?"
"We have to move up or be eaten?"
"Are we not ready to stay above it yet?"
 Hermes looks hungry,  we better return home.

Hermes on one of our winter walks, inversion is building


looking south to the small ridge we walked today





Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Morning walk

Angels wing over Mt Timpanogos.  December 28, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

Visitations

I teach a temple preparation class.



Saturday Cheryl and I took a couple to the temple for their first visit.
Sunday we had our class and asked them about their feelings  and experience.  Of course they loved it and had lot of questions.  Sister Varela asked if when she goes back does she need to do endowments in the language of her dead ancestors?  She said, just mater of factually, that her great grandfather, that she had never remembered meeting, came to her in a dream.
I don't think this is common but I don't think it's unusual. I think it is wonderful to be involved in temple work and see the spirits and Spirit work.
  Merry Christmas

Thursday, December 9, 2010

intelligence

Reflecting more on your Ignorance and Curiosity, I thought you might be interested in a different view of intelligence.   Mormon doctrine and traditions has a unique definition for intelligence.

Sometimes intelligence is used as an invisible matter or substance, a noun, an element a kin to light with both wave and particle properties.  I've imagined it like a photon or some other subatomic particle which cannot be seen.  (The opposite of Anti-matter.)  It is visible only by its effect on something else.  Able to pass through darkness or some other substance and not be perceived.  This intelligence or matter is also similar to energy which can also give life or motion to other physical matter.  This intelligence has always existed and is independent from other forms of matter.
"Man was also in the beginning with God.  Intelligence, or the light of truth, was not created or made, neither indeed can be.
All truth is independent in that sphere in which God has placed it, to act for itself, as all intelligence also; otherwise there is no existence. D&C 93:29,30



Children of God
Intelligences may also refer to the spirit children of God.  As a spirits, we and the angles lived independent of God in a sphere or world separate and different from this one.  This idea allows man to be co-eternal with God and presupposes that we live with Him before our birth We are children because we are still learning to control this life giving substance.  God is Father because he can control all matter.

  In Mormon scripture, Abraham is given a vision of the spirits that lived with God before birth.  He discovers that he is among the noble and great ones.  He also learns that all his seed would be blessed.  See Abr. 3:19-23   




In another use of  intelligence, it is a splendid type of knowledge or information which can be acquired.  It is associated with truth.  Truth being those things that do not change; the same yesterday, today and forever.  A truth not situational or limited to our perceptions of time and space.
I know that this is more information then you ever asked for.  I thought you might be curious as to what your muses conjure up.  Consider it a muse, given to amuse and perhaps enlighten.

Sincerely your friend,
Roger

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Ghost Town Cemetery
by Roger Wilcox

No one rests here anymore.
Tumble weeds pause to check the land.
Sage brush and desert daisies have replaced any grass.
Stones are up-rooted by the progress of insects
building new cities in the sand.

 

Our fathers' brothers or cousins once lingered here,
their children did not remain.
Long ago, plains far greener called them away.
Now, we ask "why did they stay?"

Dry winds and dust conceal any pain.
Peace is not the absence of change.
Nature has not lost her claim
and day and night are all the same.

I once slept near here - passing through
To take a look at the silent view.
Stillness is an illusion of time,
and eternity rolls in circular lines.