Enabling the Inevitable
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.
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
think we do really know what happens when mankind acknowledges love, because
this has never truly happened before on a universal scale, has it?
Horizons, Chapter 4)
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.
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?
Love, Chapter 3)
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."
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.
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."
Ice Age Challenge, Chapter 15)
tale of a great moment
that meets a little people
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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?
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.
at Dawn in and Ice Age World, Chapter 13)
Lateral Lattice of Hearts
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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
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."
Love, Chapter 10)
name of mankind is Love
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."
you taking this a bit too far?" I interjected.
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."
Love, Chapter 17)
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