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2011 - Enabling the Inevitable

Universal Love

Why shouldn't you? 

Why shouldn't everybody?

 Why should we deny the loveliness around us and not respond to it with love? 
Why shouldn't we celebrate love at every chance we get? 
Love is divine, profound, the greatest thing in the world; it is generous, kind, enriching and ennobling.


I can't tell you what love is. It is something one cannot define with so many words. However, if one lets it dissolve, the human race dissolves with it. It dissolves into fragmentation, isolation, confrontation, and war. If we choke love to death, mankind dies. It's as simple as that. But if we acknowledge it...

I don't think we do really know what happens when mankind acknowledges love, because this has never truly happened before on a universal scale, has it?

(from the novel, Endless Horizons, Chapter 4)

The Flower Garden

Are you like someone who lives in a beautiful garden that has hundreds of types of flowers growing in it, but who is bound by some code of ethics to look at only one single flower, and none other? Of course, living there, you are aware of the rich profusion in the garden, all the colors and shades of colors, and the delicate forms that have unfolded in the sunshine. Still, you dare not to look at them, because of your commitment to the one single flower. You tell yourself that there is no need to look further, because, as the old saying goes, once one has seen one flower one has seen them all. Ah, but out of the corner of your eye you notice that the saying is not true. So, one day you protest against the code of ethics that had narrowed your vision to only one single flower. You open your heart to the rich profusion there is all around you. You kneel down where you stand, and admire one of those other flowers that you had not allowed yourself to look at before. Suddenly you find yourself immensely enriched by its fragrance, its shape, and its hues of color. As a consequence of this experience you stop, and take it all in, you drink in that beautiful moment, you store it away as a memory for all those other days.

Most people, if they are honest with themselves, get to this point in a dozen years. Some take longer, and some never get there. Those who never get there, are usually blind to life. They either don't live at all or tend to play cruel games, games that are focused on power, wealth, prestige, rape, murder, crime. Also, there are some who never get married at all, who may be totally blind to the garden, or who, in the other extreme, are so deeply aware of it that they can never shut out anything of the beauty of life. So they remain unmarried, because they can't meet what the conventions demand. But those are few, and few of them are truly happy, are they?

(from the novel, Discovering Love, Chapter 3)

Me? I just Love

"You are an amazing woman," I said to her. "You are one of the most amazing women I've ever met. You are a beautiful person, intelligent, kind, and generous beyond comparing. If the whole of mankind was like you, our planet would be brighter than the Sun."

"Me, generous?" she said. "I should call YOU that. You are flattering me, Peter. I just love. That's all I do. That all I can do. That's all I need to do. It's Love that is generous. I just love, and so do you, obviously. All nature tells us that Life is Love, and Love is generous in loving. Every tree is a profusion of generosity, and likewise every flower, even the humble grass. How can I be any less, both towards myself and others? Every spring the trees are festooned with blossoms, and in the fall with seeds and fruit. And later still, at harvest time the fields are golden with the profundity of their boundless yield. All of nature is incredibly beautiful and generous. How can we be any less? No one can be so poor as not having the resources to be generous on this platform. We can share our love. We can share our ideas. And we can share our sex generously for one another. Of course it doesn't happen if there isn't a caring for one-another. The caring may be the first step in opening the great heart of Generosity. 

"The Universe has made us incredibly rich in creating us as men and women with our built-in sexual complementary attraction to one-another," Olive continued in a quieter tone. "When loving is honest, generosity is on the agenda, sexual and otherwise. But the preacher says, don't you dare! I say, to hell with the preacher; I open my heart. For thousands of years the preachers have been telling us, don't you dare open your heart. I have stopped listening. The Universe that we are a part of is profusely generous with its riches. Why shouldn't we reflect its generosity whenever situations make this possible? There are far too few of those, as it is. Shouldn't we then celebrate those situations, rare as they may be, and even seek them out? Isn't that the reason why we women wear those ridiculous high-heeled shoes that makes them look sexy, but are hard to walk in? We do it so that men enjoy seeing us and connect up with us. That's when the generosity begins, both with ourselves and others, Peter, and possibly even before that."

(from the novel, The Ice Age Challenge, Chapter 15)

The tale of a great moment 
that meets a little people

The tale is that of a woman who had married a princely man, both by stature and by intelligence, and also by his manly looks and strength. But the man was not a prince. He was a soldier, and as a soldier he was killed in war, like many others, in countless wars. However, the woman who mourned for him, carried their child. In time the child was born and grew up in her arms and became a beautiful boy, wrapped in the tenderness of her care and her love.

As the boy grew older, he displayed evermore of the attributes of his father, so that the woman's love for him became the very reason for her living. She longed for no other love. Her life was fulfilled in the happiness of those years.

Then came the years of famine. The boy was twelve. A great migration began that many people undertook in the hope that they might escape the worst of the famine. She and her son were among them. One day, in the throng of the escape, her son was stolen from her side. Many children were stolen in those days, to become laborers for somebody else.

Grief-stricken to the deepest recesses of her soul, the woman refused to marry again. She had many suitors, since she was attractive as a person and still young, but her heart was too heavy with grief and fear. She feared that she would not survive another lost love. She felt it would be better not to love again, than having to bear the pain of loosing once more all that she had lived for. Instead of marrying, she made it her quest to find her lost boy.

As the years passed, however, her fading hope weakened her heart. She became more and more hateful and trusted no one. She hated especially the people who stole. Unfortunately, as the times were hard, many people resorted to stealing from one-another. Indeed, she herself had suffered hunger on several occasions, when thieves had broken into her home and had stolen her living.

As time went by the villagers set up patrols to protect themselves from the thieves, nor did they deal kindly with whoever got caught. One day, the woman herself encountered a thief. She confronted the man on the spot, right in her own cottage. She screamed at him, but realized there was no one nearby to offer her help. Without wasting a moment, she confronted the man in a rage of up-welling anger, and grasped a knife and thrust it in him without thinking. It all happened in a flash of a whirlwind of uncontrollable emotions. Moments later the man lay on the floor in pain, grasping at his stomach, gasping for air, asking her for forgiveness. As she kneeled down to him she noticed a birthmark under his left ear, that identified him as her son. She saw the birthmark as she lifted his head off the floor to give him a cup of water, which he had requested. The birthmark was uncommon. It was the same as that of her son. She embraced her son while he died. She knew she would have embraced him for his whole life, even as a thief. She would have cried for him, and let her love heal him. Now she could cry no more.


Songs of Love

Among the families of the kings was a wise prince, who in time became king himself. As king, he ruled in an oppressed kingdom that was kept under the thumb of the mightiest empire in that region. But even while still being a prince, the royal heir developed a great love for his kingdom and his people. His love was such that it had also inspired his people's love for one-another. Later, after he became the ruler of the land, he hired the best poets and musicians that he could find, to compose songs of love with such purity and power, as would be needed to inspire a revolution for the freedom of the kingdom from its imperial oppressor.

It turned out that the revolution succeeded. The people became free. Except, in the euphoria of their freedom, the songs of love that had inspired them to grasp their freedom, had drifted into the background, and soon vanished from sight, and from their mind. Other songs, songs of greed, replaced them. In their greed, the people became oppressors themselves, of one-another, and this in more cruel ways, than the imperial oppressors had oppressed them before.

It was in this period of darkness, that a holy man started to sing the old songs again before the king. He sang them without a comment, and without a prayer, as none of these were needed since the king understood the message of the holy person. But who of the people of the kingdom would sing those songs again? The king asked the holy man. He received no answer. He longed to know, if it was possible once more, for anyone in the kingdom to inspire the people with songs of love for freedom, in the darkness of their deepest depression, when the darkness of their depression was so deep that it was deemed to be light, and freedom.

The king received no answer to his questions. He determined that new songs should be written, but who of his people could write such songs in the darkness of the perversion that the people considered a panacea?

As it turned out, the king never found the answer to his puzzle. He died shortly thereafter, by the sword of an assassin. The king took the puzzle with him to his grave.

(from the novel, Roses at Dawn in and Ice Age World, Chapter 13)

The Lateral Lattice of Hearts

Helen confided to me, that as a child, she had been taught to look up to God in prayer and pray for his love for her. She suggested to me that this type of hierarchical model for identifying oneself isolates one from ones native humanity and from one-another. "It isolates. It doesn't heal anything."

Moments later she described to me what it means to heal. She described it by relating her own experience in helping to heal a friend. Her friend had been in hospital undergoing extensive surgery. She told me that twenty minutes after the procedure had been scheduled to start, she had felt a sickening feeling. She felt a crisis was happening.

She told me that she had focused herself mentally onto that person's needs, who would be operated on. She said, she became sensitive to his needs. She said, that she had sensed a critical need for help. She said, that simultaneously with that feeling, images came to mind of the dimensions of Truth that she knew of our humanity. She told me that she saw images of a wide array of human hearts all connected horizontally with one-another, arrayed side by side in a lateral relationship. She said that she saw a vast network of hearts bound to each other in this lateral lattice of our human world, all sharing and supporting one-another physically -- each heart contributing some of its strength in support of the strength of her friend's heart im this moment of need during his operation. She said, that she sensed his need for some extra strength. She said that she saw images of a universal flow of support meeting her friend's need in a process that reflected the lateral flow of Love as the light of our universal humanity. She said that she clung to this image that appeared in the mind until the mental atmosphere became quiet again and a sense of peace returned. She also said, that this awareness of a crisis soon reasserted itself and brought the same response to her mind.

She told me that this process repeated itself two times, with quiet periods in between. At these three different occurrences, she had become aware of a critical need for help. She told me that her response had always been the same. It had emerged with equal clarity, unfolding with visual images of what she had understood to be universal Truth. The images that she saw were based on the science that she had explored in the years before, which she had frequently felt the efficacy of, in her own experiences.

Helen explained to me that this image of a lateral lattice of interconnected human hearts was not a dream image, conjured up in the intensity of the moment. She said it reflected a profound perception of a reality that she had long recognized and had learned to be in Love with as the reality of her being and that of the whole of the Universe.

She said, that after two-and-a-half-hours, in which these cycles were repeated as cycles of supporting realizations founded on an underlying discovered Truth, the discernment of a need suddenly stopped.

"The mind became very quiet," said Helen. "Even though the surgery wasn't supposed to be finished for another hour, the mental atmosphere became totally still. A great peace came over me," she said. "Evidently, the crisis had passed."

She told me that her friend looked wonderful when she came to visit him in the hospital late that afternoon. She saw a glowing face, a brightly radiant expression. She said that what she saw surprised her for a moment, because it was so radically inconsistent with someone coming out of surgery just hours earlier.

"That is what being in Love means," she said to me. "Being in Love is really a scientific process. It unfolds with a flow of healing."

(from the novel, Discovering Love, Chapter 10)

The name of mankind is Love

Steve nodded. "The name of mankind, first and foremost, is Love. This makes us richer than we yet imagine. But will we experience those riches? Love should be reflected in our being. I think it will be so reflected if we give ourselves half a chance to have it that way. The Sublime is the essence of God or the Intelligence of the Universe, the one IS that is reflected in universal humanity. God and the Sublime is one. And the Sublime that is reflected in our humanity is multifold. As Mary said, it is Principle, Mind, Soul, Spirit, Life, Truth, and Love. Nothing is greater than these. In them we are defined. The Sublime is our humanity, and what is more worthy a celebration than the Sublime, especially the celebration of Love? We truly embrace our humanity when we dwell in Love, when we embrace it in all its manifestations. Then we celebrate that which is greater than us, but which is reflected in us. We are not the authors of Love. We are celebrating the ultimate that is the essence of our being. We find its light in the flow of loving. We are celebrating the all-inclusive, IS. But we can't celebrate this truly unless we include all mankind universally in that celebration, just as we see it so included by the Intelligence of the Universe. This is also why I invited you to stay tonight. A celebration is mandated to fulfill the two laws of which the Master of Christianity said, that on them hang all the other laws, and all the wisdom that is reflected in civilization. We really have no choice in this matter, do we? The alternative is to let it all go, to succumb to adulterated perceptions whereby we drop into the sewer and become slaves to the sewer rats, or become the rats ourselves. The way I see it, celebrating the Sublime in all its vast dimensions, that are all knowable and understandable, is the most natural thing to do for a human being. So I asked you, and I asked Ushi, if you both want to celebrate what we have talked about all night, which in fact you had already begun to celebrate much earlier, probably at the moment when you met at the beach and fell in Love, when you became submerged in it. Wasn't that a celebration right from the start? You probably weren't aware of it, but that's what it was. I am asking you therefore, why should the celebration end? You have celebrated all evening. Why should it end now? In fact, it should never end. As the Master of Christianity said in essence, on this kind of celebration hangs the whole of civilization."

"Aren't you taking this a bit too far?" I interjected.

"This can't be taken too far, Peter. Everything hangs on the Sublime, from economics to politics to social structures. The Sublime is an absolute state of reflection in human consciousness that is free of any adultery, and circumcision of any kind, and anything that is in need of healing. As the master of Christianity said, everything hangs on the Sublime. If we let go of it, everything drops into the sewer, including our economics, politics, relationships, everything becomes small and impotent and lifeless. Then people become traitors to themselves and become slaves to empire. Then the economies collapse, the world-financial systems collapses, and the social systems becomes a maze of barriers, betrayals, and tragedies in which the light of intimacies becomes extinguished, and the Principle of the General Welfare becomes unknown and so remote that it becomes almost unknowable from a point on. That is also why the world-financial systems are in the process of collapsing already, and while they will disintegrate without fail, unless a healing halts the process. I don't know which day this will happen. I only know for certain that it will happen if the world isn't healed. Whenever systems of whatever type are created that are far from the Sublime, their disintegration is assured, because without the Sublime, nothing in human systems reflects the Principle of the General Welfare as a minimal platform. The collapse of society is assured thereby. Society can only be saved when the defective systems are scrapped and replaced with new ones that are rooted in the Sublime, and are born in celebration of it. We had such systems once, Peter, economic and social systems, that were rooted in the Sublime and born in the celebration of it. Our country was founded on one of these and prospered by it. This system was so different from any other system that it was called the American System of Political Economy. The American System is a system of economics that is intentionally rooted in the Sublime. The evidence is that it reflects in its design the Principle of the General Welfare. That is its beacon-light, its music, and its profundity for celebration. America was founded on this system. It was also founded as a federal credit society -- a society uttering itself financial credits that are directed to the building of infrastructures for civilization. This became its economic system. When America let go of that on the day before Christmas in 1913, America joined the rats in the sewer. With that single act the American people became slaves in their own country, slaves to the liberal system of private monetarist looting. America is still in that sewer, together with much of the world. If we don't get out of it before the whole thing blows up, we may die as civilization becomes gradually drowned in the resulting gore that will likely persist across a long-extended New Dark Age, the kind that will then most likely overlap with the start of the next Ice Age cycle."

(from the novel, Discovering Love, Chapter 17)

 


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