a possible interpretation of Shakespeare's (Francis Bacon's) angry sonnet #129

[TWGilbert]

Shakespeare’s (Francis Bacon’s) sonnet #129:

“The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight;
Past reason hunted and, no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad:
 Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;
Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;
A bliss in proof and, proved a very woe;
Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
All this the world well knows; yet none knows well
To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.”

And a comment (or few) about it:


Metaphysics/Mysticism #101 (If I am preaching to the choir, my sincerest apologies): For any and all curious: A new micro book: The Reality of Nature and the Nature of Reality: Two sides of the same coin: The Dispelling of Fears and the Fears of Dispelling: The Conquering of Fears and the Fears of Conquering. These ideas both look at and are looked at. The nature of reality and the reality of nature compile the most fundamental principles of existence: that we observe and are observed at the same time: We are the actors and audience, the movie, the projector, and also editor, ticket salesman, and clean up crew in one of life’s many grandest infinite epochs within the space time continuum, the material realms, of which there are basically six (the seventh [actually, it’s the first. We’re in the seventh. Depends on which way you count] and the highest level is that state of rest we hear referred to so often scripturally: Heaven, Nirvana, Samadhi, etc). The material realms are a playground, a marvelous series of contraptions for exploration, enjoyment, trial and error, a totally mixed bag of experience, for discovery, for learning, but mostly for diversion. So where do we begin with our analysis? Stating various perspectives on reality and examining how they intersect and/or diverge: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was With God and the Word was God” (from the New Testament, Authorized King James Version, the gospel according to John). Here is a simple but rough translation: In the beginning was the Mother, and the Mother was With Child, and the Mother was the Child. How so? Rather simple, really. If God is Everything, Infinite, All knowing, Omniscient, and Omnipresent, then God (a perfect Singularity) can only create Creation by removing part or parts of Himself (or Herself) to use as materials for that creation. “God is Everything, and God is Nothing, and God is both Everything and Nothing, and God is neither Everything and Nothing,” (from the Book of Tao): A holistic approach to the same ideas previously stated. (Also, Hari, Om, Tat, Sat = Mother, Father, Creator, God). Then again, another perspective on the same ideas: “Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God.” (from the book, A Course In Miracles): Interpretation: That which is pure spirit is the ultimate and only reality. All else, which is imagined, is unreal and does not exist. Analysis: God, being a Singularity, is ultimately alone in a universe surrounded by Nothingness (an infinite sphere). The Nothingness is then a mirror, an inescapable “image” or reflection of God, for all of eternity. That God spends all of His (Her) time and effort creating Divine imaginings (the space time continuum in which we all inhabit in cycles of “quasi existence” for eternity) simply means we are in and within God’s imagination, in His (Her) mirror, Image, of Nothingness, that surrounds His (Her) Singularity of pure spirit. Yet He (She) has taken parts of Himself (Herself) to be infused in that adventure (His (Her) Sun/Son, the eternal Christ, of which we are all a part, and therefore His (Her) Light of creation), to be crucified (placed) on the cross of matter (Mater, Mother), the space time continuum, for 3 days (ages) in the realms of matter, for a time, or a series of times, to avoid the truth about reality previously mentioned (we are alone in a universe surrounded by Nothingness for all of eternity). But, what this also implies is that we are all infinitesimal parts of God (out Souls of pure Spirit) and are therefore immortal (and have always been, and always will be) and all of the parables, stories, myths, in all religions throughout history in all cultures relay aspects or examples of this reality, from Persephone, to the Prodigal Son, to Sleeping Beauty, etc. The ultimate challenge to knowing any of this comes with the ancient biblical text line: “No one shall eat of the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil [remembering who and what we truly are] whom I can “tempt” (means “time”, as in space time continuum) away.” We are all therefore stuck here for an eternity or until we master the secrets (sacred hidden teachings, mysteries) of how to remove ourselves from the reflection – image - mirror and return to the central source, final End of the journey for a rest (that seventh stage), then do it all over again in another epoch. Why am I relaying all of this? Because the dual nature of everything in existence (from the beginning, the differentiation between what is doing the observation and what is being observed, the Singularity and the Nothingness, God and the mirror) belies the facts that all of us stuck here in this realm, without exception, are children of the Divine, yet are purposefully devised with divergences and varying expectations and differences causing us to be almost permanently at odds (tower of Babel realized to perfection). However, there are so many ways in which we can all stop our myopic meanderings, and our “personal” and corporate and “separate” agendas, and realize that we all have to continuously help each other in this material realm, in order to be at peace. This particular realm in which we find ourselves is in fact the seventh level of  “Hell,” and there’s no getting out of “Hell,” unless we all collectively help each other figure it out. If you are wondering about what happens when we leave this place by dying, we actually recycle through the lower material realms (reincarnate) to return over and over and over again ad infinitum until we detach ourselves from the physical, emotional, and mental attachments (karmic judgments) that we have spent an eternity collecting for ourselves. For those of you not wishing to recognize the reincarnational aspects of life, let me refer you to two marvelous scriptural references which irrefutably imply reincarnation: Matthew, Chapter 11, verses 13 & 14: “For all the prophets and the law prophesized until John, And if ye will receive it, this is E-li’-as, which was for to come.”……. And……… Matthew, Chapter 17, verses 12 & 13: “But I say unto you, That E-li’-as is come already, and they knew him not, but have done unto him whatsoever they listed. Likewise shall also the Son of man suffer of them. Then the disciples understood that he spake unto them of John the Baptist.” If you don’t think this emphatically refers to reincarnation, text or call or write back to me a plausible alternative explanation. I’m waiting. Regardless, the conditions at this “crux” in our collective development in 2014, as divine sibling rivals everywhere, evolving, growing, and expanding, is at more than just a metaphorical “crossroads.” We are capable of leading ourselves to our own salvation or leading ourselves to our own destruction. Our destiny is completely within our own unmistakably Divine hands. Reaching out to any and all with the divine secrets, of who and what we really are, may eventually save us. We are responsible for our own destinies as to the Divine lights within all of us. Your diplomas (sheep skins, golden auras) are in the mail. Blessings and Peace, where we may all foster and encourage them.

And some poems for clarification (perhaps)


…when goals are hid, like love and fate, you can
not find them quick. They can’t be seen or felt
or sensed. Their place is like a trick. The plan
to find them must be earned, though cards are dealt

by deeds. Fools’ lives are set, as prayers are met,
while thoughts are bound to creeds. The tests are short
and can be guessed, as work is done for debt;
while time speeds up or slows in spurts, life’s court

fines all who bet. Each move in time and space
is judged; the count is made by fire. The art
by which you claim your soul is fixed in place
like mire. It is the seat in which your heart

lies still for want of breath. Like Thoth and Seth
you’ll need this search for keys to side step Death…


Food of the gods is not for sale; it can’t
be spared or shared. If you live on this Earth,
my friend, you can get scared and snared. The slant
I hear from those down here is, “Life is worth

a lot.” But check your purse and what you nurse
and look deep in the plot. Whom do you aid?
Why do you care? What bends the rules that curse?
What dreams and hopes help free the failed? Who made

their fate seem worse? The rich stay rich. The poor
stay poor. The gods stay hid, of course. We’re bid
to find all means we can to crash Death’s door
with force. The game is won by those who’ve rid

their lives of all that’s ‘not’. What solves this knot
stays with the gods. This game is all they’ve got.


Where are the seers? Where are the saints? You’d think
they’d see this war. With plagues and storms and quakes
and floods, Hell’s goons have crashed the door. Life’s brink
is bent, its forms are rent; holes gape in stakes

and dreams. Those streams from Fates, who make life’s odds,
are trashed in Hell-bent schemes. All sense is gone,
all will is blind, we wait the doom of gods;
while hope is dust, our love and trust are drawn

from spears and rods. The wheels of fate are spoked
in hate; the stars are lined with death. The rage
of sides, from surge of tides, grips hard those choked
in breath. But keys are held by one scarred sage

who springs life out of Hell; pearls from depth’s shell
are placed in hearts of those who’ve found love’s well.


Illusions in illusions cause no end
in all of time, where space is just time’s friend
in deed, and motion fits life’s crime, where blend
of junk in orbits fixed may help to send

us home, or foster new attachments to
God’s fools who need to roam. Confusion in
confusion makes disorder through and through,
where Babel Tower’s power makes all sin

a “Who knows who.” With all those layers trapped
in layers it’s no wonder why, we fail
to find sane answers to life’s questions wrapped
like sky, in constant motion seen through veil,

a spider web disguise, where all God’s lies
of Truth and Love make fools of those thought wise.


All is as One; there’s no divide; One’s Soul
is all there is, though forms are infinite
in kind, God knows All Soul is His. One’s goal
is in revealing The Divine that’s lit

within, that hidden spark that’s One with All,
that’s never touched by sin, that breaks forth from
its form and shell, its limitation’s stall,
a home away from Om, that is the sum

of Mother’s call. We all are part of One
Great Being, infinite and free, that share
a common origin that was begun
with three root causes: flame, light, heat that bear

all worlds within their sphere, while sparkling fear,
through light and love, helps burn our funeral bier.