How can I possibly convey to another the degree of JOY and ultimate sensory fulfillment that is awaiting them? How can I attempt to put into words a sense, an experience, a latent capacity, that has so far been withheld from your apprehension? If a blind man must take a “rainbow” on faith, if one without capacity to smell must take the scent of a gardenia with trust; that is something. But with the odds of those scenarios, faith and trust in the rainbow and the gardenia’s essence make sense. When there are 99 sighted to the one without sight, it is relatively easy to accept that perhaps there is something more than that which one has currently experienced. Just maybe there is something more to life than that one has yet enjoyed. Just maybe.
But… what about experiences beyond those of current “normality”? How can I put into language that which can not be conceived by those who rely upon the temporal (and thus temporary) senses for their experiences? Indeed, how can those who establish “reality” by the tangibility of objects, the measurability of “things,” ever even hope to imagine or conceive of that which I would thrill to share with them?
Another world. An entirely beyond “measure” reality.
How can I introduce you beyond the veil that divides these two worlds? And yet, I will try.
Ahhh… a young child has no conception of sexual intimacy. Yet, a four year old realizes that mom and dad have experiences that he doesn’t. He might see them exchange kisses and hugs or witness a touch and its resultant facial expression or verbal response, and even though it might mean little to him, still he realizes that it seems to be important to his parents. Shrugging his shoulders he would likely go back to that which IS real in his experience. His toy. His video game. His pet. Maybe some day he’ll get it, but he won’t fret about it now.
Yet I am not alone in my dilemma. There are many who have gone before, many who have climbed to the heights of mortal reality and… crossed over into another realm, only to return changed and with heightened desire to go back… but this time to enter back into that which is MORE “REAL” with one’s friends and loved-ones… indeed with ALL that will accompany him.
“Jesus.” “Moses.” “Joseph.” Others. We have each experienced that which can not be put into words. We have each ached to assist others to experience and appreciate “the rest of the story” that lies hidden… beyond.
Yet, to translate into mortal conception in a way to whet your desire and expand your awareness of what is possible… for YOU. How can I do that? YOU are no longer four years old. You have a sense of maturity and reality provided by your own personal experiences. Who am *I* to convince *You* that you have sold yourself short in your experience beyond a normal mortality? And yet… I will try.
Ahhh… drugs. Thank you, drugs. And sweat lodges. There are natural and man-made chemicals and experiences that have been put into use by many to provide an altered state. For those who have yet to participate and have seen only the MIS-use of that which the earth has provided or the pharmaceutical world has made available, and have denied themselves the opportunity…. They as well as the four-year-old have no personal experience of additional capacities that lie in wait, hidden, latent.
While many people still identify with the tangible, “material” world, more and more are beginning to real-eyes that LIFE is actually being lived out within our minds and emotions primarily.
Yet… do YOU have unanswered longings deep within your soul? Does your heart sometimes speak louder than your mind?
If you desire, if you yearn, if you hope, if you think and feel and aspire, then there is something, there MUST be something, within your little clay house that you must meet.
As the “United States of America,” this day, celebrates its (apparent) freedom… I propose that as long as man measures his reality by the things that can be seen and weighed, heard, smelled and jointly recorded… he is NOT free. No, not completely.
This day, I would like to knock at the door of your earthly tabernacle, the reality of the life and body you have built, and, reaching in, invite you to come and get acquainted with your self, your True Self. I so much hope to help you find your release from a prison that you might not even see that you are within, finding a “key” that you do not even perceive that you hold.
In order to do this, I must first help you to examine that which you believe is “real” and compare it with that which you believe is “Un-real.”
Which is more painful? A broken leg or a broken heart? The bone can be measured, x-rayed, seen with one’s eyes. Can the broken heart? Yet a broken heart can leave scars that never heal. The suffering can be so intense that many have died from it. Yes, today most are living long drawn-out deaths from wounded hearts.
Yet, what about the tangible things that most spend their lives striving for? Those “things” are “real,” aren’t they? All the tangible, dust-able things that their minds are envisioning and longing for; their energy, their relationships, expending their daily breaths in search of…. Let us take a look at some of these and see how “real” they Really are.
The most real things in our lives are food, shelter, transportation, clothing. Let us take them one by one and test their durability.
What did you eat for dinner two weeks ago today? Although you received satisfaction from it then, although it seemed so all-important then, can you even remember it now? Probably not, unless it was a special occasion, you had guests, or for some reason it was an out-of-the norm occurrence.
What about your clothing? Or your car? Both gather dust, unravel, get old, fall apart. Eventually, all that is made by any machine or any hand of any man… decays and returns to the earth from whence it came. And, since “it came to pass”… it can hardly be real.
What about your home? That which shelters you from the elements and brings you safety and satisfaction, a sense of identity and comfort? Even the most splendid palaces of yesterday or yesteryear will some day, at some point… cease to be.
So, these practical things man clings to in his substantial way through life are fleeting, transitory things. And if one thinks deeply, the question comes, how real are our realities?
Where is the child you used to be? That little child that was you? It did exist, but now it is gone, never to “be” again… except as recorded in memory, in photos, or video. Gone. And the “you” that exists today will soon do the same, becoming a vague memory. There will then be an older person, answering to your name, walking in your shoes, paying your bills, cleaning your house.
So, then, what is real?
All the tangible things that we place such importance upon. They are not even real. They exist, yet they “come to pass,” leaving in their wake the experience, the understanding, the wisdom. But, only IF one chooses to ponder upon and learn from what they would teach.
It has recently been suggested that of far greater worth is the focus upon establishing food, clothing, healthcare, shelter… than upon how one feels. Quite strongly have I been accused of wasting my time and energy, my life… and others’ as well… by endeavoring to teach that “LOVE” is the answer. To everything. Yet, only for those who have never experienced REAL *LOVE* will that appear as warranted. Only those who do not yet understand… who, like the blind man when a rainbow is explained, must just accept that, hmmmm, perhaps some day I’ll get it…. Only the most humble will accept the possibility that at some point another sensory organ will become “un-sealed,” and they, too, will experience what I am so hoping to describe.
Are all things then passing and transitory? Are all these substantial, practical things we deal with and depend upon only dreams of a night vision? Is there nothing vital or lasting about life?
Yes, to experience a “broken heart” is far more painful than to experience a broken bone. A song or a rainbow might “move” one easier than a tangible push. A broken heart is not real, you say? Just you wait until it’s happened to you.
One cannot see electricity. Or hold it. Electricity is a form of power, yet who can adequately describe it? What is the source of its throbbing power? Where is its abiding place? Yet, no man would be foolish enough to deny it because he has failed to see it with his own eyes and therefore label it UN-real.
Neither can wind be seen or held within your hands. Yet not even a small child would argue its existence. What about thought? Have you ever seen a thought? Does that mean thought is not real? Yet, every car, structure, work of art testifies that thought has participated in its existence.
Hate, unseen, indescribable…. Hate is a reality that destroys things, people, nations. Though it can destroy worlds, yet hate itself is invisible. Have you ever had someone standing before you, hating you with an intense anger that sent vibrations against you that were so strong and overwhelming they almost unbalanced you, upsetting your whole nervous system and in turn you almost wanted to retaliate and strike back with all the strength and energy within you?
To wound another spiritually IS possible. No touching required. In fact, millions of spiritual wars are occurring as you read this. Fallen casualties silently walk the streets, the stores, fake their smiles and mumble insincere: “Doing good, thanks….” Zombies, robots, half-alives, walking dead, are everywhere. Some, you would never ever guess.
The subtle, covert predators, attempting to gain another “trophy,” a few minutes of feeling triumphant victory, wait with narrowed eyes for a “justified” reason to strike back, hoping to perceive a threat to their territory, their validation, wanting a reason to take another down. All the while, they engage in mental masturbation as they build up their crazed story of how wrong the other is, how freaking justified their own battle tactics. Adrenaline junkies, cortisol creatures, testosterone test-failers, they send their wounding glances, their angry thoughts, their ballistic fantasies, their flaming swords, sharp daggers… over and over again… as their thoughts become intense and focused and merge with the hatred in their hearts.
Some of these quiet attackers even appear as the most pious amongst us, justifying their “righteousness” by their religious or cultural beliefs.
Yes… if you could only see a movie of the invisible, subtle world, that which lies BETWEEN you and everyone else… you would know that no touching IS necessary to inflict harm upon another.
And so, I turn now to *LOVE.* Love, on the other hand, brings life and glory and health and happiness. It is the most powerful force in existence. It is the binding and welding substance of souls. A cement stronger than any manufactured by mortals. A Celestial Superglue. It is eternal, for death cannot destroy it. Long after death has claimed a loved one and his body rots within the dust of the earth, love lives on. Undimmed. It binds minds, bodies, families, cultures together. Without love, there is no unity or strength. Yet this powerful force of love has never been looked at by man, has yet to be measured or held in mortal hands. To deny love because it is not visible to physical eyes is not only lacking in intelligence, but would be as unwise as denying one’s own existence.
One sees love in action when viewing a mother tenderly holding her newborn child. One sees the power of love as a diver slips within the water to rescue a drowning teen. Love is seen and nearly palpably felt when in the presence of two lovers, aged and experienced, a conjoined and singular being.
Yet, have we clung so desperately to our practical, substantial surroundings that we have failed to see the value of the unseen? Have our eyes feasted, instead of on the pure and virtuous, on the transitory depravity of the slave and slave-holder, the abused and abuser, the wars and travesties? Have we put more stock in them than on that which CANNOT “come to pass”? Is it possible that the very act of focusing upon that which we DESIRE to “come to pass” (the stress and lack of adequate resources, disrespect, wars, rumors of wars, poverty and slavery and such), that our very focus upon these transitory things has instead, multiplied their number and fertilized their existence?
Who will possibly open his mind up sufficiently to endeavor to believe me when I say that the sexual union which leads to the ultimate mortal *JOY* is paltry in comparison to the glorious sense of Union awaiting him who completely opens up his heart to a *LOVE* that passeth all understanding? Who will attempt to believe that with that open and pure heart living from a state of union with all… that those very transitory travesties that we find so unnerving and disquieting will find their resolution from a state of pure *LOVE*?
Perhaps none are yet ready to believe sufficiently to experience for himself this “whole new world” I wish to introduce him into. Yet, I will try.
Tomorrow I will post about the *LEVEL OF VIBRATORY EXCELLENCE* that I call *LOVE.*
I hope you will join me. With an open mind and heart.
In my pursuit of Real Truth, I have given up everything. Crawling through the “eye of the needle,” I have learned the *mysteries* and am now giving my life to assist YOU to dis-cover Who *YOU* really are, along with your unique gift to offer humanity. As you learn to seek (in the right place and with purified intent), you WILL find treasures of lasting value, along with every promised reward. Together, we will establish a society of humane beings and live life ALIVE, on PURPOSE, and with a sociality unequaled… because we will each BE and view each other as equally and profoundly DIVINE! Please… catch this Hope and Vision and join with me.