Premortal life, a spiritual life before this mortal life is core to the LDS faith. There are some other religions who this that we were only created to praise God. That He made us instantaneously at birth to do this.
I came across this written essay by JF McConkie titled “ Premortal Existence, Foreordinations, and Heavenly Councils“. He is the son of a former apostle and a scriptorian. I’ve been recently very interested in the concept of God’s planning of the world and placement of each person and their purpose. This talk speaks to the former.
He interestingly quote from the Acts of Thomas, an apocryphal work with a really interesting parable that an LDS member would appriciate.
THE ALLEGORY OF THE PEARL
The various threads at which we have looked to this point are perhaps best woven into a single tapestry in the Syriac Hymn of the Pearl, which has been preserved for us in a work entitled the Acts of Thomas. This is an allegory of a king’s son who is required to leave his father’s kingdom, where he enjoyed great wealth, to obtain a pearl. The pearl, quite obviously, is a symbol of his own soul. His parents see that he is properly provisioned for his journey. Before leaving their presence he is required to surrender his splendid robe. This robe, or garment of light, we are told, had been woven to the measure of his stature. He also enters into a covenant with them to obtain the pearl and return that he might once again enjoy their presence and wear his splendid robe. The covenant is written upon his heart.
Though the way is hazardous and difficult, an intimate friend referred to as “an (anointed one)” warns him of the dangers that beset him. Notwithstanding all this he soon forgets his identity as a king’s son and his mission to obtain the pearl. At this point a council is held; it is attended by his father, his mother, his brother (the crown prince), and many other great and mighty ones. They determine to send him a letter imploring him to awake and remember who he is and what king he serves. He is encouraged to remember his splendid robe and to so conduct himself that his name might be written in the book of heroes, and that with his brother he may be an heir to his father’s kingdom.
Thus reminded, he commences again his efforts to obtain the pearl, which he must wrestle from a terrible serpent. This he is able to do only by naming his father’s name, that of his brother, and that of his mother. Having obtained the pearl he flees Egypt, sheds his dirty and unclean garments, and is further guided by the letter. At this point he is greeted by messengers from his parents, who clothe him once more in his royal robe, and he returns as an heir to his father’s kingdom. As introduced in Edgar Hennecke’s New Testament Apocrypha, this story is described as a “fabulous narrative: of a Gnostic Redeemer myth in which to be sure nothing points to a Christian origin.”
Interesting idea. Particularly in light of a “patriarchal blessing” LDS members receive.
I thought this was awesome:
The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.
– Andre Malraux
Not that I think we’re in a prison, but it is amazing what we can conjure within our souls, if we’re just a product of random generation….not eternal creation.
It makes sense that we try to find out tribe. We want to be in a mixture of people whom we are a part of their family, in a sense, I think he made some interesting points about being a leader, but what does it also say about us, as participants?
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
One of my favorates when I was younger in high school.
I wrote this poem a long time ago. like 5 or 6 years. I
was in a bluzy mood and wondered if I was going write lyrics for a blues ballad, what would it sound like. So this has no attachment to anyone in particular, just was trying to catch a bluzy song.
Sour Note Calm
by David S Keith
A sour note calm has got me, lonely times are ahead.
My baby’s gone and left me, lonely nights in my bed.
Sour note calm hangin’ round me, full of unease and suspense,
Working me with its rhythm, in my present tense.
I can feel my music changing, sour note to the sweet
The rest I need is a comin’, a’ drumming to the beat.
Sour note calm keeps me draggin’,
Sour note calm keeps me dry,
Sour note calm keeps the sun down,
Filling my blue with dark sky.
Sour note calm is a fever, burning on my mind,
It seizes me with its fingers, wraps my heart in a bind.
Sour note calm—let me go now, the sun’s gonna shine on me.
You think you’re the Master of all men, but the only Master is He.
Tonight my tune is a changin’, steady on sure to flirt,
A sweet girl caught my fancy, pretty lips in a skirt.
Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them. Antoine de Saint-Exupery (1900 – 1944), “The Little Prince”, 1943
So, my little ones are realy cute. It’s amazing what kids can do, teach, reflect, and demonstrate
Three little ones. So different, individual in every way.
Gracie often tells me 2 things:
“Dad, you’re not listening to me” and “Dad, I’m Angry at you!”