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Graeme R Gwin

IMPORTANT NOTE… Beware of the occasional 'rogue' postings (eg…on Google) which use my name to misrepresent me. It is better to type my name into the… CD baby…. search bar to obtain ACCURATE details.
To Begin With...
This is the order in which all my albums were/are made public through CD baby:
1 An Arrow called Music
2 Feathers of Silver and Gold
3 Inseparable Devotion
4 Whispers of Knowledge
5 The Voice of Melody
6 The Well in the Desert
7 Three Feathers of an Arrow
8 The Well in the Desert and the Two Trees
9 Revelation 6.2 (and the harp)
10 Principles of Manhood
11 SunStar of Righteousness
12 The Bow the Heart and the Harp
13 Global Warning 9/4/11
14 Revelation 6.2 and an Arrow of God
15 Revelation 19 Defense
16 Marriage of Truth
17 Prophessor in Archery
18 Spirit of Truth
19 Revelation 6.2 (and the bow)
20 The Meaning, of Life

20 ARROWS OF PURPOSE
These are my latest CD / MP3 Album Titles…The Meaning of Life, Revelation 6.2 (and the bow), Spirit of Truth, Prophessor in Archery, Marriage of Truth, Revelation 19 Defense, Revelation 6.2 and an Arrow of God, Principles of Manhood, etc.
(NB… an envious saboteur has been trying to stop you from seeing some of my albums; and particularly their album notes; when you type into Google… Graeme R Gwin or Gwin Graeme R), for when you type my name into Google they are ALL meant to appear…as they previously did.

Graeme R Gwin / Gwin, Graeme R
(My CD / MP3 "album notes" are directly related to my continuing biography referred to on my CD baby “biography page”)
Type Graeme R Gwin into the CD baby “search bar” to see all my 20 ARTWORKS & biog. notes (and you may need to type Gwin Graeme R as well, because some of my artworks come under this name)
Type into Google: “Horse Whispering with Truth” to see my video on Youtube… where I am speaking one of my CD related poems in a forest environment. (NB: the other "very similar" name posting of "same words" (if still present) is NOT mine, and nor do I have any connection with it)

Simple biography
How this music came about; as a story; is very directly related to being my biography as well, and so I shall begin with the “beginning” of one of my “free flowing” poems, which likewise is directly related to my music compositions of free flowing nature. This music and poetry is also connected with my giftedness in archery to have become a world champion (without teachers or coaches) during my "boyhood" days (and I emphasize "boyhood", as compared to the REAL meaning of "manhood"). It is through my giftedness in archery (and the proof exists of my world champion status) that the clear story of the harp's origin (see below) has come about; sent to me (one could say) as "an arrow of clarity" from my Source of Inspiration, “Wherefrom”, I was gifted with the bow as a symbol of accuracy relative to the world level. The white horse that sits with me of its own free will is my symbol of integrity, in being also a symbol of Truth, in connection with my purpose in being "gifted" with the bow. My arrows of archery are transformed, relative to Life's purposeful Meaning, whereby, these "few" of my many poems (which in Truth relate to all my CDs) are the "Meanings" upon my "arrows of music" sent from my "transformed bow" being a harmonium, which connects as well with my God-given world qualification as a "Meditative Archery Instructor/lecturer in Round Table principles" (Truth's Round Table … and I do not mean Zen archery).
Some of the things I will say here will seem a bit hard for some to receive, but it is needful that I be clear with my voice, rather than pander to peoples’ expectations as to how they would like me to be, to please them. I’m not here to compromise too much. I’m here to be True with what I know, for unless I am True with what I know, I may as well be a bent arrow that means nothing regarding its purpose.
Many people think they know me... not so, except they know Truth's Meaning in connection with my "symbols of expression", and the giftedness in knowledge with me that come of these, in the purpose of their Meaning relative to the "real" me.
And thus; with my voice being the pen of a ready writer; I shall open my story upon the harp, as it is written. In all the above-mentioned, I am self taught, in connection with my Source of Inspiration.

THE BOW, THE HEART AND THE HARP
by Graeme R Gwin
Lecturer of the Harp's Origin, and its relationship with the Round Table (Truth's Round Table)
NB This is the first time in the world's history that the harp’s clear origin has been put forward… and not meaning that it has been held in some "secret vault" by some organization or religion. Previous to this, it has only been generally assumed (and rightly so) that the harp originated from the sound of the plucked bowstring in ancient times.
This is the story, and necessarily put forward by the Bow from “Truth’s Round Table”.
A long, long time ago, in days of old
Before “civilization” began to unfold
Primitive tribes did roam the world
In primitive ways before words unfurled
Animal hides did clothe the skin
Whereby warmth and protection may thence begin
The joining of skins became a need
So thin strips of hide fulfilled the deed
As time passed on, these thin strips of hide (gut)
Found their way onto a sapling tied
which “bent”, did stretch the hide for use...
Being more effective than leaving it loose
This “tool”; much later; became called a bow
It was found that this; a stick; could throw
which later became an arrow by name
As a means of hunting it gathered fame
It far superseded the throwing of stone....
and long pointed stick; as was easily shown
Thus many a tribe did learn of it too
Whereby as a weapon its effectiveness grew
Yet through this earliest tribal bow
An “arrow of music” was destined to grow
For when the bowstring gained a pluck
A chord within the heart was struck
Whereby a feeling “pleased” was felt
The “heart-ice” seemed to slightly melt
And as the string was made more taut
Its different sounds inspired thought
For through these sounds the heart could feel
Something within, worthwhile and real
which seemed to speak in a way of “ease”
Compared to the primitive fears and “dis-ease”
And as more strings were connected in
The primitive harp did thence begin
At first its sounds were harsh to hear
Whilst groups of strings were strummed “unclear”
Yet the “heart did reign” as a gauge to sound
Responding, through pleasant feelings found
As unto sounds which all agree
In essence, the search for “harmony”
And thus did tuning reach the mind...
To please the heart toward “harmony’s find”
For the heart did cause the mind to “see”;
through feeling; what wonderful sounds could be
And as the strings were better played
A greater pleasure became displayed
To thereby reach the hearts of more
Compared to arrows sent in war
For feelings good began to rise
In music’s voice lived something wise
That surely spoke unto the heart
Of deeper meanings to impart
As unto “ease” which more could feel
Toward feeling Good as something real
For Good allowed the mind to “see” ....
“Of GOOD”, that better ways can be
Whereby through “Inspiration’s Voice”
Constructive ways may be the choice
Which link unto the heart, the mind ...
Inspiring thought toward man- “kind”
Harmonies and melodies began to grow
For Inspiration began to flow
From Inspiration’s Holy Source
To help the soul to be on-course
Toward the deeper search to find
A joyous heart and truthful mind…
Continues

AND BECAUSE THE BOW OF THE ROUND TABLE VERY DIRECTLY RELATES TO LOVE’S “HONORABLE” MEANING, IN ITS CONNECTION WITH TRUTH (and I’m speaking from the REAL Round Table… not from the imitation ones in the world which think they are real), I consider it worthwhile to put forward this arrow of meaning so that this simple biography may reflect the honor and clarity that I place upon Love, for Love is worthy of being honored.
THE GARDEN OF THE ROSE (as relative to my CD, "The Well in the Desert” by Graeme R Gwin
Who shall say that Love is blind
Whilst Love doth show unto the mind
A seeing True, through heartly sight
What Love doth know of virtues

For Love doth know its way called True
Whereunto, joy may be with you
For peace of mind and peace at heart
Where thorns grow not

For Love doth surely know its way
Amidst the hearts which turneth grey
Through thorns which knoweth not the Rose
And nor the soul

For of the soul the heart doth see
Wherein doth live a Sacred Tree
A place where thorns can never be
The Garden of the Rose continues
AND THIS STORY BELOW RELATES TO “THE GARDEN OF THE ROSE” (above) AND MY CD “THE WELL IN THE DESERT”…
THE WELL IN THE DESERT AND THE TWO TREES
A short story of Love by Graeme R Gwin
(written approx 1996; made public now, 2010)

Of my Source of Inspiration this story is inspired, in connection with my heart, and my heart's connection with my soul... and my soul's connection with my Source of Inspiration, to Which my hand is servant in writing this story with the pen of my heart.

In the great golden sea of blissful joy and divine happiness so glorious unto the soul’s beholding there lived a desert island. And upon this desert island there lived an oasis, within which, grew a beautiful rose of such exquisite beauty, that even the wonderful fragrance of its God-given perfume seemed to be a very special calling in itself toward some equally special answer; complementary unto its rare beauty; in that its seeming halfness may become as wholeness.
Strange as it may seem, this rose so beautiful lived in a princess’s heart, and this princess lived in a heart, and this heart lived in a woman, and the woman lived in the desert through which she travelled. And in her travels she seemed to be in search for something, yet she knew not what it was, though her aloneness spoke of a deep well, wherein seemed to live no water whereby her thirst may be quenched.
She travelled among the people of the desert considering that someone might know the whereabouts of the fountain of clear, clean water of which she had heard so much, yet no-one seemed to really know where it was. And although many spoke of it with such apparent knowing, no-one agreed with her heart, that they had actually drank from it.
The people of the desert drank from many waterholes on their journeys, of which some waterholes were clearer than others, and even to the extent that some people considered one or two of these to be the answer to her search. So often she reached a waterhole in great hope that the water drawn up would be crystal clear, yet every time her great thirst was never properly quenched, for the water always seemed to reach a point of bitterness whilst she drank, and when this bitterness reached her mouth, she once again felt dry, to know that her search for the clear fountain had not ended. And so the well within her seemed to remain dry, and in its continual dryness she began to wonder whether or not the fountain of her need even existed, to the point of conclusion that it may merely be the wish of many, who spoke of it with “apparent knowing” only to cover their own failure to find it, whereby the various waterholes became their place of abode for which they settled, and drank of.
Often they would ask her to join them and make her abode with them. Sometimes she would for a while, but the continual dryness in her well always called upon her, to move her on, for the waterhole always became bitter to her. Her yearning for clean water gripped her so tightly that she could never remain, lest she became choked in her dryness. So often she dreamed of relief, but relief never seemed to give itself to her. And so often she felt disheartened, wherein her aloneness spoke loudly to her, and in such a way that at times it seemed to appear as a bottomless pit over which she continually walked, as though on an invisible plank. So often in her heart she felt a falling sensation, yet the strength of her yearning seemed to return unto her, the plank over which she walked in the virtues of her efforts, for the virtues of her efforts kept her heart in trueness, wherein the plank was formed. Among the quietness of her heart’s secrets she called this invisible plank, “the plank of virtues”, for she knew that should she lose these, her falling would speak unto her heart in such a way, whereby her search for the fountain would feel as a failure, to then need something more powerful than her efforts, to restore the plank, which she knew could not be restored by those of the waterholes who knew not the fountain which they professed to know. And so her heart kept its faith in the virtues thereof which she guarded with her heart, for she knew that her heart had something to do with the fountain, as a knowing so deep in her soul.... a knowing which seemed to be clouded in some way, or by some way.
She then found herself at another waterhole, yet this one seemed different, for the dwellers thereof appeared to have such understanding as to the fountain, wherein, she was greatly impressed by their minds, for the many things spoken were accurate in many ways, whereby her knowing could see the level of their own. She felt excited to have maybe found the waterhole which would empty out her well’s dryness, and so she accepted their kind offer to dwell with them. She worked with them, in enthusiasm. And in her enthusiasm they gained from her in the work she offered, whilst at the same time she drank slowly of their water, which appeared to be clean. And the food she did eat with them did please her.
Much was spoken of the fountain, and this pleased her also. She stayed and stayed, and much was spoken. Many were friendly to her, and she was encouraged to be likewise friendly, and was, to the extent that her heart’s virtues allowed. Everyone was friendly to one-another, yet something about their friendliness caused her to retain an emptiness, which their friendliness seemed to be trying to cover, for the virtues of her heart would not allow their friendliness to enter so deeply, whereby her heart would be given as they expected, and how they expected, which to her, in some ways clashed against her virtues which spoke within her heart in such a way, whereby the apparent cleanness of their water began to show itself as growing a tinge of bitterness to the taste in her virtues. And because she would not give of herself as they expected, a coldness from them slowly began to grow against her, whereby she began to lose her original sense of joy and enthusiasm...all because she remained true to her heart’s precious voice. And this problem which grew became pointed at her as to causing a problem to their dwelling which they were not too happy about. They told her that unless she conformed, she must leave and take her problem with her. She told them that they were the ones with the problem and that her heart was good, as it was in the original joy and enthusiasm which she gave them, and which they gladly received, yet now rejected because of her virtues. She expressed that it was her virtues which bothered them, for it reproved their own, whereby they were as wolves in sheep’s clothing, and misusing knowledge to justify using one-another whereby to feel good, at the expense of sacred values, which she recognized in her virtues as of great importance.
They forced her away from their waterhole and out of their dwelling through the unkind words of the bitterness which they drank, and they spread word among one-another that she was no good because they had offered her their type of friendship and in return, she had offered them a problem which was growing amongst them, and which they did not want. They had tried to convince her that it was right to totally give of herself to them, and even give of her body to those who desired such, whereby they may feel good, and her likewise. And thus was their wolf in sheep’s clothing uncloaked, to gnash its teeth at her, because she could not be fooled when her truer values were confronted...truer values pertaining to the “plank of virtues”, over which she walked, in her search for the fountain of clear, clean water.
She found herself wandering aimlessly; so it appeared; and alone through the desert. She felt to have given up hope of finding the fountain, and could not settle at any waterhole. She wandered, and wondered, and wandered, but then a strange thing happened. In front of her; and so unexpectedly; she came across a man who, though he seemed to have been through some difficult journey, appeared to have found something, which spoke of itself in a wordless way unto her own heart’s feeling, and whereby she felt no bitterness as his drink. With the strength she had left, she hurriedly walked over to him and asked what had happened, and he replied, “I have been searching endlessly for the fountain of clear, clean water, of which so many speak without knowing. I have passed by many waterholes and have tasted of their bitterness, and being unable to remain, have moved on, and on, and on. Many sought me to stay at their waterholes, which I could not, for my emptiness for the fountain drove me on, and in such a way that I felt choked should I remain. Some thought of me as a fool to continue on, and some disliked me because I did, to not remain at their waterholes as they did. Some were offended by my words of heart and spoke against me among one-another in such a way whereby I appear as in the wrong, by being a problem to the ways of their waterhole. And thus did the bitterness which they drank of, show itself unto me to cause me to move on in search for the fountain unfound by them, though they spoke impressively about the fountain, yet without knowing. And though I tried to help some with the experience of my unbending search, my outward appearance was not grand enough for their eyes, whereby they could not hear clearly with their hearts, for the bitterness in the well for which they settled to drink of had hardened their hearts and blinded their eyes. Some stood against me and professed that I did not know what I was talking about, and that I was wrong in my understandings, considering that they knew the answers, although their words of understanding proved otherwise to prove their blindness, although they considered themselves to be not blind. Some merely disliked me because I could see more clearly than they, and sought to cloud me into their blindness, whereby to remain as they, which I could not. In the end I felt to have given up hope, for the fountain of my search felt beyond my strength to endure much more, and yet my hope could not die, for in the hope of my strength lived my heart. Alone I have wandered in the desert, and tired, I fell down to rest for my spirit ached from my search for the fountain. And strange as it may seem, I then seem to have been entered into a different journey... a beautiful dream, which was more so as a vision, within which my seeing was met by a wondrous sight. There in the midst of the vision given unto me lived the most beautiful rose tree one could imagine.... an unusual tree. And yet it was two trees so closely intertwined that they appeared as one, coiled around one-another as does a rope in its making. And the magnificent flowers on this tree of wonder were of two colors, becoming nearer to the top, blended into one, where their intertwining branches became no more intertwining, but one, and unable to be divided. And then I noticed something else about the tree. No thorns grew above, where the intertwining branches became as one in their joining. So beautiful a glow seemed to be about this tree which seemed to melt me into its presence, for my heart felt to be in a sea of joy and gladness, of so blissful a nature that I felt my very being as not separate from this divinely formed tree of exquisite marriage, so holy unto my soul’s recognition.... for the Great Glory had married these two trees together so beautifully. And though I was awake, I then awoke from the vision given unto me, to be joyously stunned by it all, whereupon you see me whilst I feel a sense of joy as though I have touched the fountain of my search through the vision; or more clearly “it” has touched me; for the rose tree seemed to speak of the fountain through its beauty so wonderful to the soul, whereby a little of my well’s dryness seems to have been emptied out by this wonderful working of the Great Glory, Which has somehow seen me as worthy to receive so great a gift unto my heart’s pleasure, wherein, this dream remains as a great treasure within my soul, unable to be removed, and so beautiful to behold.....for the Giver of the dream is with me, and in me, in the dream’s life in my heart, within which, I hold the dream as sacred, for it is the workings of the Great Glory which none can claim hold over in any way, for the Great Glory is in the dream’s Heart as the Holiness of Love.”
With water of the eyes speaking on her face in the Sunshine, the woman explained her story as to how she had reached him, and the water of her came from so deep within, that she felt the emptiness in her well becoming filled, and in such a way that the emptiness seemed to be leaving her through the water. And whilst her relief was turning into joy, so too was his heart equally moved by her same story and search. And in this, he felt her heart as though it was living within him, and she felt his heart as though living in her. So great was this feeling within them; and between them; that they could only feel one heart of love which they both shared. And in this, a fountain seemed to flow within this one heart, and overflowed to surround them with such joy and happiness that their very souls seemed to melt together to become one soul which felt to be immersed in a golden pool of radiant harmony so wonderfully true, that they seemed to be entered into a Heavenly Garden wherein everything appeared to be glowing in a glorious golden light, which was likened unto rivers flowing everywhere. They were truly “in” Love.... a Love which would never leave them, and which could never die away, for the Great Glory had seen them as worthy to know the Greatest Treasure of all, because the Trueness of their hearts unto each other was so rare, unto Love’s Trueness, which they felt in each other. And never again would they feel an emptiness in their well, for the Fountain was to remain with them, in their souls so beautifully married by the Great Glory.
And in this, they knew how the Kingdom of Heaven was able to be, in the world, and felt in each-other what it really meant to be a Heavenly king and queen, which they knew; of Heaven; that the world knew not…. and in their knowing they could so easily see the world’s great mistakes, for they knew what the True Round Table was all about, relative to the Honorable Meaning, of Life, and the Honorable Meaning, of Truth, which the Mystic Messiah into ancient Israel had tried to put forward to those who did not want to hear, and who rejected him because they wanted to hold their worldly seats over people in preference to the Heavenly Throne of God; the Great Glory; being able to be represented in the world.…. God being LOVE, and God being LIGHT, as it is written, in the New Testament of the book “called”, the Holy Bible, which many profess to understand, yet don’t, and even those who profess to be “professors of theology”, and those who profess impressively to be seated in Spiritual thrones holding the keys of knowledge, which includes all the Merlins of the world…. for the “Honorable” Spirit of Truth is greater than all, unto the Holiness of Love and the Honorable Meaning of Life, which the people of the world reject, because the world loves the world in preference to Honorable and Holy Meanings, and to the extent that even this story will be rejected by those who cannot “see”; even by those who profess to “see” who would not want this story coming about because their “assumed” thrones would be seen as being not Spiritually honorable unto the Spirit of Truth and the “keys” which they profess to hold, regarding the Holy Spirit of Love…. for they do not drink from the well of clear, clean water. END
BIOGRAPHY CONTINUATION
Some time ago (during my "boyhood" days, and I emphasize “boyhood” as compared to the REAL meaning of “manhood”), my recognized ability with the bow and arrow caused me to become encouraged into the "sport" of archery and I became a world champion, without teachers or coaches. Simply put, I was gifted, but I was never really interested in the “competitive” side. In all honesty, I was never competing, and my ability existed because I was naturally in a state of focused meditation. What I felt was the freedom of life within me, in my connection of joy with each arrow in flight, and that the feeling of trueness within me was connected with the flight of each arrow that flew in the path of trueness. This is how archery felt to me, and this is how I naturally related to archery, in a “spiritual” way, and not in a “competitive” way. The competitive side; with all its trophies and crowns; felt rather primitive and shallow, compared to the feeling of this more noble meaning in the spirit of archery, as a “meaning” which was connected with my “giftedness”. No one; however; took any notice of what I was trying to share from this “honorable” side of archery that lived within me. It was generally expected of me that I should train toward the Olympics, but I decided to leave this primitive form of archery behind, because it felt as though no one wanted me to be me, with the knowledge that I had, and could speak of, “from” the real me which transcended “competition”… a knowledge which was connected with the “real” me, rather than the “me” that people expected me to be, as relative to the world of “people competing against one another” to sit in a higher and higher throne that is based “upon” competition, rather than based upon… shall I say, “the Purposeful Meaning of Life”. And after all, my ideals had proof to back them up, because my giftedness in becoming a world champion “without teachers or coaches” was connected with my ideals that transcended the shallow meaning within “competition”. I gave my trophies and crowns to the forest so that the elements of earth, fire, water, air and spirit may make use of them, for I realized that I did not need to prove anything to anyone through nice pieces of gilded metal and bakelite, as nor did I need to prove to myself that my giftedness was more than “just me”, yet I did know that their lived a voice within me that had something to say, at some time in the future… a voice that was related to my bow and its connection with the “purpose” in being gifted.

SHEN SHU Movie section here is being updated/edited

SO WHAT WAS MY TRUE PURPOSE OF GOD IN BEING GIFTED IN ARCHERY ON A WORLD LEVEL.
But firstly… SCHOOLING RESULTS
I would also like to importantly mention that my schooling results (up to what is called... matriculation, or 12th year) were never really very good from my point of view, simply because none of the teachers understood (and I’m looking from ahead in time… as of “now”) the "Meaning" of Life and the profound importance of this link with teaching, as Truth knows that it should be, and so my soul had no inspirational link with them or their teachings (as did I have an inspirational link through my giftedness with the bow and its associated knowledge with Divine principles and ideals of Truth). To me, the teaching systems in the world have a lot to learn, in their need to not separate themselves from Meanings of Truth that allow the Divine principles associated with Knowledge to be understood as being the important basis upon which “all” teaching is meant to be conducted... for the ultimate benefit of man "kind" and woman "kind" (and I do not mean the presentation of kindness that is based upon dishonesty and deception… as relative to the term, “wolves in sheep’s clothing”). I’ll lightly explain what I mean here, in the form of a simple poem, for I find that I am able to more clearly communicate through poetry of inspirational meaning, because inspirational meaning has its link with the heart and the soul, as compared to the teachings of “mind without heart” which this world is so connected with, in many ways, and whereby, children lose the “Joy of Life”, to become as adults who appear to be “grey”. And by the way, my understandings here are of a "directly inspired" nature, rather than that the above mentioned teaching mechanism may seek to claim credit for my exposed abilities that are directly related to Heavenly ideals, as compared to "worldly" ideals that fall short of the Divine purpose that exists within Knowledge.
SO WHAT WAS MY TRUE PURPOSE OF GOD IN BEING GIFTED IN ARCHERY ON A WORLD LEVEL.
But secondly… technician (communications) results
I will also add that for a period of time I became involved in the “technical” side of the world, and this came about because a friend from school; at the time of my schooling days; wanted me to go with him to technician’s “entrance exam” which I somehow became UNEXPECTEDLY involved in, and passed, through which I left school to begin a 5 year technical course in electricity and electronics. I continued but like with my school days, I felt no real form of inspiration as did I feel in the spirit of archery, and because there was no “heartfelt” inspiration for me, I felt no “inner influence” to REALLY become involved in any excelling way because this field did not deeply interest me, and so from my point of view, I simply “continued on” in an “uninspired” way, for this teaching likewise had no connection with the Meaning of Life that archery connected me with. It became employment, but it was NOT the “real” me, and I felt no interest to “advance”. Consequently; from my point of view; my results as a training technician were very ordinary, “because” there was no heartfelt sense of inspiration to connect my soul with anything, as did archery connect my soul with Life and something far more deeply meaningful. This technical side of me simply felt lifeless, because it felt to have no Divine connection which I felt in archery’s giftedness put upon me. And even though the teachers were good at what they did, I could not help but feel that they were ALL very lost from something deeply meaningful that I had connection with. “Where was their real meaning to life,” I often thought, but never mentioned. This was the technical field of communications, yet I was unable to communicate what I could have communicated, however, I am glad that I passed through this field, because my form of communication has something to say in the form of “arrows of meaning” which are even able to be applied to the technical side of communication, yet with Divine Principles which themselves are the form of communication that this world needs to understand, for communication is important, which I am right at this very moment conveying, over a “technical medium of communication” that links you to these “arrows of transmission” being my biography, my album notes, my poetry, my artworks and my music. After some years, I left the technical side behind to become inspirationally focused upon the purpose within my being gifted of God on a world level.
SO WHAT WAS MY TRUE PURPOSE OF GOD IN BEING GIFTED IN ARCHERY ON A WORLD LEVEL.
But thirdly… men of honorable principle
Only men of honorable principle (from Truth’s point of view) will agree with the importance of my putting forward these “arrows of purposeful meaning”, and men who have not reached manhood will be offended by my knowledge, in preferring to claim among one another (and among their various thrones), that I am simply being arrogant (etc)… not so!, for Knowledge has a Purpose, when the “honorable” principles of manhood become ignored… by men who have not reached manhood, yet sit in thrones (and I mean “worldwide”) as though they have reached manhood. Truth knows what manhood means, “as compared to those who assume to know what manhood means, without Truth”. And manhood is not brought about by “tradition”, by those who think that this is so among the various religions and cultures which consider that tradition is the law. If you read my album notes for my CD, “The Well in the Desert” & “Principles of Manhood” then you will understand more clearly what I mean, rather than be suddenly offended here by the above-mentioned reference to “tradition” in connection with “manhood”. In Truth, manhood becomes an “example” of the Law (being lived), rather than manhood becoming an example of “tradition being lived”, and Truth is the basis upon which Freedom becomes truly known… “in” Truth. Tradition is merely a substitute process carried on (and encouraged to be carried on) by those who do not understand the Meaning of Truth in, “Truth shall set you Free”, and in Truth’s inseparable link with the “real” meaning that Truth knows manhood to be. Show me a religion that lives by tradition and I will show you a religion that does not understand the Meaning of Truth, nor the true meaning in manhood that Truth knows manhood to be, and thus shall I show you a religion that has not reached manhood, but is bound to the traditions of boyhood, through men who do not understand “the Meaning, of Truth”… for that religions should understand the Meaning of Truth, so too should they therefore understand their purpose to not hold people bound to tradition, but that people should find the Freedom found that Truth offers, beyond tradition… so that the reality of “heavenly ideals” associated with Freedom’s “real” meaning may enter the world as a REAL communication for the Good of man-kind, in man-kind’s “honorable” meaning, unto “principles of manhood” that religious tradition does not understand. Fortunate it is however, that religions exist as stepping stone toward man (woman) finding the True Meaning of God, for that science should seek to take over religion (as it would like to), then so too would science try to claim the “Holy Throne of God”. Fortunate it is however, that Truth cannot be claimed by science; nor religion; because Truth shall always remain unable to be bound by those who would seek to claim what cannot be claimed, and wherein exists, the True Meaning, of Life, wherein all answers exist… which science and religion seeks to find, in their seeking to find the Throne of God Which shall not be “claimed”, as though something able to be plundered for wealth, power and riches. Humbled within themselves toward the Glory of God, shall science and religion find; as brothers, so to speak; that the answers which they seek can only be found as they begin to overcome their assumed “thrones” that Truth has not given them… for only the Holy Throne of God shall ultimately remain, as it always has and always will… before the world began, and after the world “was”. Truth shall not be called science, as nor shall Truth be called religion, and nor shall Truth be fooled by tradition, as nor shall Truth be fooled by ignorance which thinks to call itself Truth to fool men (women).
SO WHAT WAS MY TRUE PURPOSE OF GOD IN BEING GIFTED IN ARCHERY ON A WORLD LEVEL.
But fourthly… IQ testing (and religions of such)
And neither does IQ testing prove that God has bestowed “giftedness” upon a person, for giftedness; and the gift of TRUTH’S Knowledge; is of God and not of IQ testing that man has devised for his own purposes. IQ testing is not of TRUTH, for TRUTH knows that IQ testing and its origin does not “know” the “honorable” Meaning of Life that TRUTH knows Life to be, and nor does IQ testing originate from understanding the “Principles of Manhood” that are based upon TRUTH rather than upon man’s hope to appear as understanding the principles of manhood. IQ testing does not originate from Christ, but originates from man trying to impress upon other men (and women of course) that his “intelligence” is worthy of being “followed” as a way that leads other men (and women of course) toward ANSWERS…. But ANSWERS that do not come “of” the Fountain of Youth, as TRUTH knows this to be. IQ testing does not prove that a man’s heart is TRUE, and nor does it prove that GOD shall or shall not bestow “giftedness” upon a man (or woman) or that he be “ordained of GOD” with Knowledge of TRUTH. IQ testing does not originate from TRUTH, but of the thrones of man that do not know the “honorable” Meaning of Life that TRUTH knows Life to be, unto the Fountain of Youth, wherefrom, did not originate, IQ testing. And yet men think that IQ testing will let them know who is worthy and who is not. Such are the thrones of man that shall fall against TRUTH, for only GOD knows who is worthy of being “gifted” among men, and when. The light of “man’s throne” is not brighter than the Holy Throne of GOD. And only those men of manhood’s honorable principles will not be offended by the afore-mentioned, for only men who have not reached “manhood” will be offended by the above-mentioned, which proves unto themselves that they have not reached manhood… to thereby, be glad of the above-mentioned.
SO WHAT WAS MY TRUE PURPOSE OF GOD IN BEING GIFTED IN ARCHERY ON A WORLD LEVEL.
To me, poetry has the ability to project clear meaning, when it is put forward as an “arrow of clarity”, and with “feathers of meaning” that cause its path of flight to be straight and true.
ALL WERE AS CHILDREN AT SOME STAGE OF LIFE
by
Graeme R Gwin
(and I relate this to the "world" level)

Once upon a time there lived a little boy...
(or little girl, because this poem relates to anyone who has been a child at some stage of life)
And he loved forest walks with much to enjoy
Which he treasured so much, for he’d walk in the Sun
Discovering Life always offered much fun

He’d listen to birds and live in their song
As though he were a bird freely flying along
No weight did he feel in his spirit so free
He’d fly with the birds, to see what they’d see

He’d fly above the trees and circle the sky
So happy in being, without needing “why”
For in why-less joy his freedom was true
To be able to be, in the things he could do

And then he became the fish which he saw
Swimming so slowly near the clear stream’s floor...
Winding his way through the shallows so clean
With no need of thought as to where he had been

For such ease filled his heart, in a peace without fear
As though he was the water, so calm and so clear
And the fish swimming in him feared not what it saw
Whereby he became the little boy once more

But the world tried to teach him the ways of the world
Saying this should be followed in its teachings unfurled

For a while he trusted whilst older he grew
For teachers insisted that their way was true… and...
That they should be followed in how he should grow
So it seemed unto him that maybe they know

Yet whilst he did follow, his joy became lost
To learn through their teachings that joy was the cost
For where was their heart, and why were they “grey”…
Couldn’t they hear what their heart had to say

He felt quite deceived that he’d trusted their way
For he felt as well, his heart turning “grey”
And so he turned back to the ways which were true
As unto his heart, before greyness grew

And whilst he did follow, the grey disappeared
For joy did return, which the greyness had smeared
So he pondered adults, who were children before
Who had grown to adults and appeared to be sore

For all were as children at some stage of life
So what took their joy and gave them back strife
He thought it a shame that children weren’t taught
To follow Joy’s way, in True-hearted thought

So he looked at the world and answers did come
The Meaning, of Life, did not answer their sum
For had this been so, their Joy would be Great
To know of a world, wherein lives no debate


AND SO… THE BOW & WHITE HORSE
It was not until some years later that I began to “seriously” contemplate the underlying purpose connected with my being “gifted”, relative to the world level. This became a very solitary journey, into which I would not allow any “would be” advisers, for advisers and doubters of my knowledge had not “gifted” me with the bow that God had gifted me with, and so I decided in wisdom to keep my mouth shut during the long patience of my solitary journey of many years. When I really think about it, the patience of my solitary journey began during my boyhood archery days when people weren’t even interested in listening to what I had to say, relative to the knowledge associated with my giftedness… beyond “competition”. I’d start to speak about what I knew and people would inwardly laugh and tell me that I was raving on, even though I had proof… that their blindness didn’t seem to see as being connected with my voice. And I don’t hold this against people, because people have been taught to compete against one another since caveman days… (and before). To me, I see (know) this “frantic focus upon competition” as being nothing more than simply a contagious disease that grows into wars… a contagious disease that will “always” grow into wars until the cure becomes clearly understood, which can only clearly be understood in "Truth"… and it is the “cure” that recognizes the contagious disease for what it really is, as relative to growing forth from "caveman days" through the fear associated with the inability to be able to communicate (and later, communicate in Wisdom). And even now; in saying this; there will be those who would prefer to claim that I’m simply “raving on”… even though my arrow of clarity and accuracy is able to prove what I am saying as being sharply accurate. Ignorance is always afraid of Truth, and would prefer to compete against Truth rather than to recognize that wisdom is the voice that lives within knowledge, so that knowledge may give answers of itself, through wisdom’s voice.
STRICTLY MY OWN TEACHER… FROM MY SOURCE OF INSPIRATION
I was “very” strictly my own teacher, in the areas of giftedness that opened themselves to me through my contemplations upon my Source of Inspiration being the Spirit of God... which the Hebrews know as YHWH... the One True God, of Which, Yeshua (Jesus, to those who use his changed name, rather than use his rightful name) was the expected Messiah (King in its "rightful" sense of meaning) to the Jews of old... and I certainly do not say these things from anyone trying to convince me that this is so, and nor from any people teaching me that this is so (for “teachers” are for people whose lack of knowledge requires “them”, as do “teachers need” that Knowledge teaches “them”, so that teachers may teach, with wisdom). This I speak from my knowing, “ahead” in time (as of now) rather than through the linear progress of my journey, with its “underlying” knowledge that God is the basis of my giftedness, and associated knowledge). A little side note: There will be those who try to say that they have been involved in teaching me of what I know, and of Godly ways, and of “the Word”… for the gain of their own credit, but believe them not, for no one has, in my being careful to not make this mistake… and it is through my gifted arrows of archery that I know how people are able to be through their jealousies and greed to steal something that they have not earned through the integrity of their own spirit. I do not say these things for the sake of malice, but for the sake of awareness, and the integrity of accuracy. Let the horse sitting down with me be my proof of knowledge, for it has not been taught or trained to do so, in its being a symbol of trust and integrity… of its own free will. Likewise is my bow a symbol of accuracy, and my arrows straight and true, without the bends of ignorance. Like in the past, there will be those who try to put bends in my arrows through the words of their mouth, because their fears and jealousies are greater than the rightful meaning of honor, and thus are my symbols a shield to their poison tipped arrows. Shall a white horse sit with them of its own free will (or likewise sit with “wolves in sheep’s clothing” of its own free will)… to infer that they are trustworthy with the cunning words of their poison, or trustworthy with the poison of their actions in considering to sabotage the purpose in my efforts. Honorable men will know what I mean and why I say these things; to thereby; not take offence toward my words... and I simply speak from experience (as can many relate to, in the ways of the world that insult the Meaning of honor), among the good of heart, and among the not so good of heart… yet also in knowing that “all were as children at some stage of life”.
To me, “giftedness” (in its honorable meaning) is proof in itself, of a blessing of God. It also means that something of purposeful meaning is connected, and able to be spoken of, for why be “gifted”; as a blessing; unless there is purpose within it. And if one is gifted; relative to the world level; then purpose is related to the world level. Within my contemplations the only adviser I could solitarily trust was Yeshua (Jesus... to those who use his altered name), the Messiah of God and King of the Jews, for within the sincerity of my contemplations (and certainly not from advisers, or organizations that think they know his Meaning, regarding the Word of God) he appears as being the only trustworthy key regarding the unlocking of my purpose in being gifted, through understanding with my heart, his Meaning in connection with the Spirit of God, wherefrom, giftedness originates, … and therefore, purpose has much to do with the Meaning of Life, for what good is purpose otherwise, unless the Meaning of Life is clearly understood as being the basis upon which purpose is constructive in an “honorable” way. Thus did my “arrow of contemplation” become “an arrow of clarity”.
VISION OF CLARITY
With "one" of my “arrows of contemplation” I was able to see back into the bow’s primitive origin, as though this story were as a target being presented to my mind’s eye for my arrow of contemplation to accurately harmonize with. Within this, I was able to see the vision of the harp’s origin from the bow in ancient times, and to know that previous to this, the clear story of the harp’s origin had not existed in the world, until now, as “an arrow of clarity” put forward… “through the bow”. I was able to recognize that the “arrow of death” through the bow had been transformed into an “arrow of life” in the form of music through the multi-stringed bow, the harp, which was brought about by the sound of the plucked bowstring through the effect of sound upon the primitive heart. To me, this was (and is) a wonderful working of God in effect upon the primitive heart in its search to overcome the sufferings associated with fear and ignorance, in ancient times, and even though quite a lengthy period of time is connected with the harp’s evolution from its primitive origin, this is able to be seen as “the twinkling of an eye” if one views the overall vision from the soul’s point of view. So obvious it was that this working of God proved the commandment in action, “thou shalt not kill”, for man did not invent the harp, as nor did man invent the feeling of Love. In Truth, the above-mentioned is obvious to “see”, for it is within Truth that the above-mentioned is made known, of Truth.
THE BOW AND HARP OF INSEPARABLE DEVOTION
It was also obvious to me that the bow and the harp were forever married within their symbolic meaning with the heart, for it was the heart that brought the two together in a form of inseparable devotion that caused the arrow to be transformed, “from” the Meaning of Life. As I see it to be, that great rarity in the world called True Love is honored by an eternal symbol of inseparable devotion in the bow and the harp, for nothing can possibly separate their story and unity together, which in all trueness, is of God’s working, as a symbolic expression of the “Spirit of Love that is Holy”, and to which, I have written a "relative" story (from the bow of “the bow and the harp’s inseparable devotion”), titled, "The Well in the Desert and the Two Trees". Thus do the arrows more nobly become “arrows of love” unto the heart; in love’s “honorable” meaning of course; for as it is written, “God is Love”, whereof, “arrows of love” have their honorable meaning, in being the very heart in “arrows of music”, for without Love, how shall an arrow’s spiritual purpose be True to God, when the “Arrows of God” are True in Love’s purpose unto the heart, and as to the Sun that shines upon all… the Sun which is called the “Sun of Righteousness” in the good old book of “thees” and “thous”, called holy (and I certainly do not mean the modern versions where the “principles of accuracy” have not been upheld, against what integrity expects from men of manhood’s expected honorable principles, and where ignorance thinks itself worthy to sit in a throne of translation, as though its name is Truth… and in particular, the misleading distortions that ignorance has placed upon Revelations 19, ... and thereby, against the principles of manhood which understands the importance and integrity that accuracy demands in connection with Sacred matters and the what I call...“honorable” Meaning, of Life).
AN ARROW OF SERIOUS WARNING
Let this be “an arrow of warning” to the editors who bring forth the new versions that put the mud of ignorance “and cunning” upon a white horse of honor and integrity. Thus speaketh an “arrow of defense” through the bow of Revelations 6.2.
For those who are “un-aware”, this is the Revelations 19 that the new and altered versions insult...
Rev 19. 11-16 “OLD” king James with the “thees” & “thous” upon which the modern versions of the bible are based, with all their misleading distortions by “re-writers” who have ignored the warning against this blasphemy that is clearly written at the end of revelations …
Quote… And I saw Heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war. His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself. And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called the Word of God. And the armies which were in Heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS… unquote.
NO ONE HAS EVER “REALLY” WANTED TO HEAR THE “REAL” ME
All my life, no one has ever really wanted to hear what I have had to say; from the REAL me; in their preference that I be how they would prefer me to be, to please them, and in this "expectation" of me, people assume to know me, and so...
NO ONE KNOWS THE “REAL” ME
I will also say here (and as a "forewarned" point of importance as to why I say the "herewith"... which only males of honorable principle will understand), that to me, no one knows me if they say they do, for the only way they can begin to know me, is through clearly understanding my symbols that I use, for these come of my deeper and more meaningful being… from the “real” me that connects with my giftedness… my giftedness being proof of the “real” me, in the knowledge connected with this proof of the “real” me… so who can “know” me, if it is said that they do, for I know that no one does really know me, because I know that no one understands; with clarity; my symbols, as do I, in Truth’s point of view. In reality, not even my physical parents truly know me, except the meaning within my symbols is truly known… symbols of knowledge that connect the real me with the giftedness that is placed upon me from my Source of Inspiration. If you know how to have a horse sit down with you, and without training it to do so, then you are able to say that you know me a little… and so, believe no one, if they say they know me, for if a person knows me, then a horse will sit with them of its own free will. I say these things because many people in the past have given distorted views of me to others, and in some cases, deliberate distortions through the avenues of jealousy toward my giftedness, given to me in knowledge from my Source of Inspiration.
SYMBOLS OF TRUTH
I will also say here (and once again, only males of honorable principle will understand why I say these things) that there are even those who try to sabotage "GOD's Purpose in “gifting me with symbols of Truth”, and their associated knowledge" (because ignorance thinks that God’s Knowledge should be limited to religion, when in fact Truth transcends all religions with Knowledge that is of Truth). And to me, it is especially unfortunate for those who call themselves Christian, who involve themselves in this "sabotage" of GOD's purpose in gifting me with symbols of Truth, when it is certainly much for their benefit that GOD has gifted me with such knowledge, and “proof symbols” of this knowledge that they themselves do not understand, as does Truth. And I say the "just mentioned" (not with malice but with intention) through my experience over the years when I have sought at times to clarify meanings to those who have considered that they "understand" the "Meaning of Life" put forward by Jesus the Christ (Yeshua, to those who relate to his Real name, among those whom he grew up with), and in their assumptions that "pieces of paper" will hold them up as "being qualified with knowledge". It is "through" Yeshua that I know what I know, regarding my giftedness and the symbols of Truth that have been put upon me, in connection with my giftedness as being "physical proofs" relative to purpose, so that the blind who say they can see, may be able to see more clearly… for “pieces of paper” cannot fool Truth, as can neither Truth be fooled by “tradition”, and nor be fooled by those who say that Love is blind… for that Love is not blind, “pieces of paper” prove that men worship men to thereby seek their own worship, rather than worship God in Truth. “Pieces of paper” cannot fool Truth to make Truth believe that Knowledge is of men, and not of God. If Knowledge were of men then the Law would not know the Meaning of Truth, henceforth is Knowledge, of God, and not of men, for the Law is based upon Truth and not based upon man, as nor is Truth based upon “pieces of paper”. Is any man brighter than the Sun of Righteousness, for that men worship “pieces of paper” that do not come of the principles of manhood, then the “honorable” Meaning of Life is not within those “pieces of paper” that men call “qualifications” of leadership. If leadership were based upon men, and not upon the Law, then the world would be filled with troubles; henceforth is the Law based upon Truth, and not upon “pieces of paper” that do not know the Meaning of Truth nor the principles of manhood nor the “honorable” Meaning of Life. If any man is against what I say here, then he is against the Law, for what I am saying here is in Defense of the Law, unto its most honorable ideal in Truth… for that the Law becomes removed from its “honorable” ideals, then the civilization of man shall surely collapse, as shall all that is set in ignorance collapse away. Shall a bent arrow be called straight and true. Once again, only men of honorable principle, and who care for the Law, will not be offended by the above-mentioned in defense of the Law and its honorable ideals... for that the Sun of Righteousness is called the Sun of Righteousness, so too is the Law based upon Truth’s honorable ideals. Those who are offended by my defense of the Law’s “honorable ideals”, are also offended by my defense of the principles of manhood that the Law likewise defends, within its “honorable” ideals that are based upon Truth. (See my CD cover artwork, “Principles of Manhood”, and “The Well in the Desert” album notes).
“MUSIC OF LIFE” AS COMPARED TO ARROWS OF DEATH
Music has a purpose, in being a “blessing of God”, and in being a “blessing of Love”, harmony does not portray; nor promote; the competing of notes, for that notes should enter into “competition” against one another in an olympic way (so to speak), then they would prove that discord is related to dis-ease, as compared to the “arrow of death” being transformed; of God; into an “arrow of life” (in the form of music through the harp's origin from the bow… see my poem) in ancient times.
Each music track on my CDs is directly related to poems and stories I have written from my Source of Inspiration, and likewise, these tracks are the “musical representation” of the meaning within these poems and stories; poems and stories which extend beyond music.
Relative to the harp’s origin from the bow, my own bow of archery became transformed into a harmonium (accordion/melodeon); as an extension upon the harp; and whereby, my arrows became likewise transformed into “arrows of music”. Henceforth is my first CD called, “An Arrow called Music”, whereupon, I have decided to place the story of the harp’s origin, titled, “The Bow the Heart and the Harp”.