Friday, March 31, 2017

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Looking for Love
by: William Samuel
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From the parents' perspective, from the ordinary way of looking at things (and this is applicable to ALL parents), the parent is looking for the child to love him/her, and why not?  That's the way it should be.  The parent thinks he has demonstrated every bit of love that the child can expect form him and he has, to the best of his ability.  NOW, damit he expects something in return.  How about a little respect!

What the parent might not see is that he too is looking for love from 'out there', but if the child doesn't have it and the parent doesn't have it, where is it going to come from?  The parent may be tricked into thinking he has fulfilled all conditions of good parenting but if the child is not responding it is because the Child Heart within that IS Love KNOWS only love and the outside doesn't reflect what he knows.   The child finds himself in a strange place, a place of mixed messages, a place of fear, insecurity and no love.  He cannot identify with what he sees and this causes him to be disoriented and confused.  He feels unloved, unvalidated, unsupported because the scene does not co-incide with what he knows of Love. The parent wants something of the child, the parent demands that the chilod make him feel good (love him) by meeting the parent's expectations, by making him proud, by respecting him, by honoring him...something is demanded of the child in return for something the child did not receive.  So, what's the matter with this kind of love?

This is difficult and very painful problem for all concerned.  It certainly is not from lack of trying.  You've put all available resources to the test.  The human attempts at resolution can at best provide an anaesthetic to kill the pain temporarily but since the sore remains festering it will return again.  But perhaps this is here to boost all concerned into a higher view of things.  To me it is a problem that cannot be resolved on the level of the problem.  The problem presents itself in the visible scene but it will only be resolved at Source.  The underlying Fact of this form is Love.  The antecedant is Love.  AT Source, we are Light, Love.  We cannot see it because we ARE it, just as we cannot see ourself but only a reflection of ourself in the mirror and we are like the cat fighting its reflection in that mirror.  We are like the donkey chasing its tail.  We are dealing with a shadow, with a love that is limited, that is contained and conditional whereas the Essence, the original Love is pure, infinite, unlimited, free as the breeze, because when we find it it is right here where I am, and it is everywhere present, therefore we do not, cannot go anywhere to get it.

We have it all backward, we HAVE it, therefore it is about giving it but we're trying to 'get it' from 'out there instead of letting it flow from within.  When we find it within in the Child Heart we discover that giving is receiving as we see it flowing back to us naturally.  That is why, in the bible when the widow was asked to give something of what she had in her house, she gave a drop from her cruise of oil, to get the flow activated.  The world is already perfect, we just need to SEE it.  The strength, power, dignity, intelligence, creativity, insight and courage of us is the Child Heart, the wise loving one, the original genuine one and it is already Being.  This is the love that never leaves you and when you find it, you KNOW how to give it and your child receives it, recognizes it, thrives by it and lives in Peace.  It is the parent's job to find the Love-Light of Wisdom and Goodness.  This is the Love that is reflected to his offspring.  The child then says 'aha, this is it, I am safe here, I am secure, I am at Home.  Love is what I Am and it passed on to the next generation as it flows its natural course infinitely.

It can be an arduous task for the adult, the parent who did not find love reflected from his parents to find the Child Heart of himself but the cycles of 'not love', of trying to get it from others cannot be broken any other way.

Shakespeare says of this world that it is a stage and all of us in it are actors.  Wise observation.  On the stage of life, the visible scene now looks like so;  it is the parent's job to be in "that place of Perfect Love, that can reflect nothing but love, Eternal Light, Everlasting Joy, Immutable, Immortal Love that comes from within.  How much more secure can we be, if we are IT, it cannot but follow us everywhere we go and when we know that are, seen and lived is the greatest gift we can give our world.  And it works this way because the world is myself...it is myself I see reflected in the world.

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Saturday, March 25, 2017


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 THE LORD IS MY PROGRAMMER


The Lord is my programmer, I shalt not crash...
He installed His software
on the hard disk of my heart....
All of His commands are user-friendly...
His directory guides me to the right choices for
His names sake....
Even though I scroll through the problems of life,
I will fear no bugs, for He is my backup...
His password protects me...
He prepares a menu before me
in the presence of my enemies...
His help is only a keystroke away.....
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me
all the days of my life,
and my file will be merged with His and
saved forever.......
(Anon)


The Child Heart

A kitten is born, a wee little love ball of fluff so innocent, fragile and cute!  Full of life, energy and vigor, the playful kitten tries out his legs, runs and tumbles, climbs and leaps and scurries about.  He is totally dependent on his mother, he cannot survive without her. He knows where to go for food and his mother is at his service at all time.  His coat automatically adjusts to keep him comfortable and he's provided with a new one as the need arises.  Absolutely nothing is demanded of him, he has no responsibilities.  He chases his tail, chews on everything in his path; he has a whole world to explore and joy follows him wherever he goes. He isn't doing anything but being a kitten yet his every need is met gratuitously, without a prayer and the world is in awe of him!       
  
   The kitten doesn't own anything, has nothing to protect, and nothing to prove. He's free as the breeze and doesn't  know anything outside of its kitten heart.  There is no enemy - kittens playing with kittens, Mother taking care of the details. Simplicity rules, there's nothing but love going on.

       As the kitten grows he adopts the ways of the adult world and gradually loses his connection with his kitten heart. He has become a cat. He looks in the mirror and faces his first hurdle...and by the way, this will forever be the only hurdle in his life... he does not recognize himself.  His vision has become adulterated.  Corrupted by the adult ways, he loses his innocence,  he is  confused and is filled with fear.  In his nightmare he sees cats a many and they too have wandered away from home.  Outside the heart. it is survival of the fittest, each for himself; cat against cat, hoarding and accumulating, striving and competing for position and power.  His survival is at stake, he is bewildered. Home is carefree and safe and warm and loving but this is a scary place!  He soon becomes the big alley-cat, marking his own territory, standing on guard and fighting the good fight.  His vision is only one fur coat deep! 
    
 The instant a cat marks his territory, he is outside of his kitten heart (and heart is synonymous with life, love, light, Awareness)  where he owned nothing and had everything,  Thinking he is the possessor of life is the 'fall from grace' that is referred to in the holy books, and the 'Big Bang' in scientific terms.  This world of projected images is holographic, it isn't real but the kitten heart (the Child Heart, the One and only Son of God)  is real, the cat has only lost sight of it; the cat is in a state of amnesia.
     
  As he declares ownership, the cat loses his freedom, he becomes a prisoner of his own beliefs. The walls and barriers and locks he puts around himself to keep his enemy out serve but to lock him in. Locks and keys and passwords and false I.D. swipe cards, searches and guard dogs are his  security but they are never enough because he does not recognize he is his own enemy.  He continues to battle with his own image.  Armies and bombs and weapons of mass destruction only engender more fear and cannot buy his freedom. The kitten comes into this world  with everything and leaves with everything, the cat appears with nothing and disappears into nothingness. The kitten comes in to this world free and free he is eternally.  The cat will remain imprisoned until he recognizes that he is a kitten at heart!
        
    The shadow world is there as evidence of  the real, to be understood and loved...(away from home is where we learn to appreciate what home is)... I discover what is real by recognizing what is not real.   I do not  own life, or anything in it, I am it.  But that does not mean that I am God.  Love (God) is being all there is to life, including the holographic images. The cat world is a holographic image, a passing scene contained within the kitten world that is real, everlasting, eternal.  It has always been and will ever be.  Your kitten heart has always been here, your kitten heart is here and will never leave you.  The intellect will never see the truth...open the Heart and see,  you already are in the bosom of God!  The shadow world is a metaphor, it gives us a clue to unravel the mystery, to remember from whence we came.  
        
      How does one take the leap from the cat's purview back to the kitten' purrr-View?  
          
    The Child of God that is your Heart holds your hand on one side and God's hand on the other.  The Child knows the way.  Go within into that place of well-being and be still...in quietness, in confidence it will appear.  You do not need special techniques of deep breathing or finding a particular posture.  It is a feeling in your heart.  You may feel it when you listen to music, or watching a sunset, or one day you walk into the forest and it becomes a cathedral.   It can be the gentle cooing of a dove or a baby's first sound or his first steps, or the smile from a friend, the rainbow appearing in the sky.  You may be sitting at your computer, for that matter or cleaning the bathroom or doing laundry... it is a soft, gentle Presence...a sense of well-being that fills your heart, perhaps it just makes you burst out into song for no apparent reason.  It flows from within, it has no rhyme or reason, it just is!  It is the extraordinary in the ordinary becoming apparent to you.  That is the seed...pay attention to it, observe it, nurture it and let it grow.  "Here a little, there a little..." it will become stronger and you will discover the extraordinary in the most ordinary everyday world! You will be the purring kitten!

Blessings and happy trails to you!

Rose






Sweet Symphony of Life



Life is One All-inclusive Symphony, a Perfect, Harmonious Symphony with an infinite repertoire of jubilant joy and sweet sorrow and all the nuances therein. The symphony does not discriminate against, nor is it intimidated or disturbed by its sorrowful parts.  It does not ignore the passages that sing of anguish and pain or of the agony of loss; it does not try to silence them or to pretend they are something other than what they are.  It plays them with as much heart and gusto as it does its light and happy, glorious and triumphant parts.  It is all One wondrous Symphony echoing the Sweet Wonder that is Life.  The lonesome violin reaches the depths of the soul and opens the Heart to feel...not to make judgments of good and evil but simply to feel and to let Be.  The most tender and loving parts of the Divine Symphony in facta sing of the sweet sorrow, of anguish so rich and so deep to reveal the delicate beauty of God's Love.



Outside is inside and inside is outside.  Symphony knows ALL of Itself by knowing what it is and what it is not...it knows all this within Its Own Self-Awareness, Its Own Self-Revelation.  Symphony does not condemn itself, it does not condemn its false notes, it strikes the precise true note pure and clear and holds that note until all instruments resound to its perfect pitch.

If the instruments (individual you/me/microcosm) are not tuned, the Symphony (macrocosm) can only perform a cacophony.  In tuning, the false notes are played, the lies are exposed and harmony is restored as all instruments play in the same pitch.  The Symphony now gives a Perfect Melody of Joy and sorrow, one as beautiful as the other.  Instrument in tune, one tastes the sorrow's sweetness and knows there is no evil.  Inside is outside and outside is inside...in unison we sing the One-der (wonder) and Glory of Love as the One and Only Son(g) of God made tangible in the brotherhood of man.  Nothing is changed, yet everything is changed.  We could say conversely that everything is changed but nothing is changed...but our world is New.

We are the Awareness, God's Awareness being aware of ItSelf playing that Melody of Love.  God could not Know or examine ItSelf other than through/as this One right here.  We are the where and the when of the Divine Symphony disclosing Itself to itself.  There is nothing to do or change, the time is NOW to clang the cymbals and shout "Halleluia", I am already It", and to march on with courage to the beat of our very own Heart's drums!  The Symphony that is one with each and every note frees the Heart to leap for joy and dance to Its own Delight or to weep and let the body shake in anguish or despair from every form of loss and to be free. 

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(I found this in my old files...not sure if that is the complete essay...it wouldn't appear so but I think it stands on its own to make a point.)

This " Blogger maker!" is not working properly but I don't know how to fix it, so please bear with me.

All my love,








 



Saturday, March 18, 2017





LISTEN GENTLY ABOUT
 THE PLACE OF INTERFACE

When one plays the piano, the point of interface between the player and the sounded music is exactly where his fingers touch the keys. The surface of the keys is the place where the inner music of the soul becomes the outer melody in the livingroom or concert hall. There is no space between the fingers and the keys, just as there is no space between the Child-of-us and our fingers as we write. The Child-Soul of us is where the melody is first heard.

If one is a composer, the point of interface between the melody heard within and the melody the world hears "without" is also at the tips of the composer's fingers-as he plays and as he writes those notes onto a piece of paper.
So, the INTERFACE is WHERE the "inside becomes outside" and where, as we listen, the outside becomes inside. In the Thomas book, we hear Jesus say, "When you make the two one, and when you make the inner as the outer and the outer as the inner...then shall you enter the Kingdom."

When one writes a letter or a book, the point of INTERFACE between the reader and writer is the tip of the writer's fingers and his heart, and the eyes that read and the reader's heart. There is no real space between the eyes, the Heart and the tips of the fingers. When the writer gets the fingers to state the Child-heart's feelings, the interface is completed, heart to heart.

As I sit here writing these words at Woodsong's study desk piled high with books, papers and letters, the point of interface between the Child-Heart-I-am and the entire world of time's tangibility is the keyboard of the good Rabbi Moses Goldberg-the typewriter. The Child-Heart of me touches God on the one side, the world of time on the other. Reading these words, the reader goes straight to the writer's Heart-and to his own, simultaneously. As you will see very plainly in the days ahead, there is only one HEART, one Child, one God. It is the same for all of us.

DISNEY WORLD... Few enter the Magic Kingdom (Disneyland) without feeling the Child-Heart within.
I think my favorite time of day at Disneyland is in the evening when California's golden sun has set and the street lights of the village are beginning to twinkle and sparkle everywhere. I've learned the best place to sit at that time of day is at the Mainstreet Railroad Station From the big wooden benches that overlook the city square, one looks down on the magic. Tired and happy people are strolling below, looking, laughing, smiling and heading reluctantly for the gates. Viewing all that wonder and happiness, I am reminded that it all began when a man took a pencil in hand and let an image inside flow outside onto the paper-the image of a mouse he named Mickey. If ever one wanted to see the tangible outside become like the inside, let him look and see the child heart of Walt Disney made tangible so everyone can see it and exult. The dream began in the heart of the Child-man, but the tangible Disneyland in time and space began at the point of a pencil.

As I write this, I am there. Such is the magic within us.

THE DIRECT ROOT TO THE Child WITHIN

Certainly, the most direct route to the Child of us is to pay attention to our words and thoughts. We do that best by actually looking at some of those thoughts we have written. Just as there is magic when the audience LISTENS to the sounds in the concert hall (the Child's interface with the world), so there is tremendous magic (listen, carefully!) as we turn the process around to discover the Child and its interface with REALITY. Metaphysics and religion, as they have developed in the world, have been woefully inadequate in showing us HOW to make this turn around. There is as much a DOING in this inner reversal as in its outer expression.
INSIDE/OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE/INSIDE, THE CHILD'S INTERFACE

Nothing, absolutely nothing, is more important than the following: In all existence, there is a "flow" involved. Be gentle with yourself and remember the flow of old. What was it? When we were children we interfaced with God and the world freely. Our imagination flowed without restraint into the world of people, places and things. By the same token, the world of people and things flowed freely into the child. We saw a frog (outside) and, presto, the imagination was off and running. Or, we thought of kings and queens (inside), and immediately the people walking up the street (outside) became part of the royal court (BOTH sides).

Adulthood has woven a veil that hangs between the Child-heart and the world. The world outside has become the adult's reality, bound in time.  The free-flowing exchange from inside to outside, outside to inside, has been interrupted and insulated by the unconscionable bastard we insist on being in linear time....
...In human history, the "breakthroughs' to greater dimensions have inevitably occurred with writing playing a major part in the process--from the ancient forest wanderers to these final days of this civilization, as physicists sit pondering their equations. The historic Jesus may have written only in the sand, but who can dispute he caused much to be written? So, we do this writing ourself alone--without an intermediary between ourself and God. Who stands between the thinking and the thought but our Self? In the end, all the words being spoken and written in the name of Truth are as nothing compared to our OWN experienced interface with Reality--inside and outside.

The instant a word of our own is written on the paper before us, our tangible scene has been altered--moved toward darkness or light, for better or worse, by that written (and spoken word). If we keep the flow passing between the heart and the fingers that touch the world, the old bastard's barrier becomes less opaque and our experience in the world starts improving. As the Child of us shows us our birthright atop DaShan (and we're quickly on our way the moment we take pen in hand(, the climbing adult diminishes, the Child increases in consciousness, more and more--until, atop the might mountain of Kwangse, naught remains but the True Identity, the Child I am.


The Secret of the Seed
When the seed first falls to the ground, it contains its own final flowering within itself. Deep within, the seed "remembers" where it came from. It remembers the former plant and the flowers that produced it. It remembers by way of an internal imprint of the original plant. One can actually see that imprint when he looks at the seed's internal structure with a powerful microscope. I am told this is literally the way it is with tree seed.
Well now, what has this to do with 'secrets'? As the years go on and as the single seed is broken down into its roots, branches and leaves, the seed's own internal secret is the knowledge that, at the end of its span in time, it will bloom and seed again. Individual man has essentially forgotten his own inmost secrets.

In civilization, there have always been those mystics who have known of the quantum human Seed's inner secret and its relationship to the beginning of time and space. These people, having found the beginning, have found the end as well. Their views of civilization seem remarkably similar--they speak of the society of mankind moving in the direction of his own quantum blossoming, thence to seed and finally rest. In every culture, the prophets have admonished the people to strive to be a conscious part of the seed which will be, most say, planted again in enigmatic time.

Listen carefully. One sees the title of an essay: The Secret of The Seed. He thinks the author is going to discuss some revelation that an examination of the seed will reveal to the reader. It doesn't seem to occur to most of us-- or it didn't to me-that it is possible the author has written about a secret the seed knows, not one we will know when we examine the seed or read the essay. Such is the "secret" I have found and would disclose if I am given the subtle words to string.

One hears about a guru somewhere and thinks that teacher can reveal something wonderful to him. It hasn't occurred to him yet that the guru is part of the consciousness observing the guru and that the teacher "out there" may very well represent the external view of the viewer's own mystery within. "Ah so," as Han would say. Ah so. Could it be that this volume you are reading is not outside yourself but is the expanding consciousness of the reader? Or course it is. The value is in the reading consciousness, not the book. But the book has its place in the world and is entitled to recognition and credit, if it is telling the Truth in new ways the reader can understand. We only slowly learn to give credit to our external views that point to our internal nature.


QUOTE: Metaphysics suggests that a knowledge of images leads to a knowledge of What stands behind images. This has been precisely true in my experience. Specifically, a knowledge of the electromagnetic energies called 'light' have led me straight to the greater knowledge of Light, for which the limited light of the world is an image. My use of the term "photon" as a particle of light in some of the essays following does not cover the whole range of science's meanings for light, but it suffices to explain a most meaningful parallel in our rediscovery of Identity. Just as light appears to behave in two ways, so we appear to have two identities-one of them limited and finite, the other quite infinite; one of them located as a point in time and space, the other virtually omnipresent, existing on both sides of time.

The "river of thought is like the mathematical point. Objectivism is like the line. Subjectivism is like the plane. The Equation is like the Sphere wherein all the dimensions exist and time vanishes. The point is limited to the point's purview, the line to the line's, and so on. But line understands point, plane understands line and point, etc. The Child-Self precedes time and space, even while being in it and understanding why it exists.

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William Samuel

Woodsong talks


Hello everyone. This is Bill Samuel in 

Mountain Brook, Alabama. Coming to you at 

the beginning of the new holiday season. The 

new holiday season. Every day is part of the 

holiday season. Christmas really is all year 

long is it not? Some day, some day we are 

going to have a Christmas month and a 

thanksgiving month. And a new beginning, a 

new now month. And our holiday season will 

last for three months instead of three days.

 
Well my mail lately has been concerned 

with basics and I would like to perhaps 

discuss them just a little bit.


We are all interested in the secrets of life. 

And when one seeks the secrets of life, the 

secrets of the universe, the secrets of 

science or of arithmetic or of God or of 

anything. In reality he is searching out the 

vistas of his own identity. Those who know 

this are the ones who find the true answer. 

And all they find, all the answers they find 

are invariably simple. Not complicated. 

Not arcane nor abstruse nor mystical.

Now those who do not know that the 

search for truth is really a quest for one’s 

own identity inevitably find their answers 

in the more complicated places and ways 

of their own making. Until such time as 

they are struck by the enigmas of their 

black holes.

 

The experience of mankind presently is 

growing more frustrating every day. 

Human pressures are mounting on every 

hand. As various segments of humanity 

find themselves unable or unwilling to 

keep up the frantic pace. Or longer battle 

the self-imposed frustrations the manmade 

lids are beginning to pop off. And when 

will it end? Well apparently not until a 

misidentified mankind is forced out of his 

mis-identification. In a self wrought and 

necessary Armageddon.


But you and I are not waiting for the world 

out there to awaken. We leave the 

unawakened world, the struggling world 

behind. We let it go. We rise above it, so to 

speak. By the simple willingness to put 

God first. And let God, Is-ness, presence, 

ineffable, allness or whatever else you 

want to call it. Allow that inferable 

presence to be the all and the only of us.

 
Now this is not an impossible task. It is 

not even all that hard to do. It is only from 

the standpoint of a judgement maker that 

it  even seems necessary much less a 

difficult job to be undertaken. The fact is, 

God already is the all we are.

 
It is not difficult to stop judging 

everything. After it has been discovered 

that judgement is the cause of most of our 

apparent suffering. It is not hard to stop 

cherishing the things that the world calls 

valuable when it is found that they have no 

value. It is not impossible to stop feeling a 

sense of personal responsibility when 

there is no real personality. No real 

identity to feel responsible. Not a real one.

 
Friends when the final statement 

concerning God is made. However it is 

made. Well it will be supremely simple. 

When the last words about reality are 

written. Who ever writes them. They will 

not be an academic presentment or a 

mysterious metaphysical maze requiring 

much musing, meditating and persevering 

study. When finally it is made clear to 

humanity what it must do in order to come 

out and be separate from it’s frustrations. 

I know this; the doing will not be difficult. 


It will not be an arduous path to follow. 

Neither will it be a step-by-step 

overcoming. It will be neither a putting off 

nor an awakening. Not even an awakening. 

Though of course it is difficult to speak of 

it, to use words of it in any other way.


 
When the final statement is made it will be 

an utter simplicity. A Child-like simplicity 

that excludes no one and no thing. The last 

instruction for a doing will be a quiet 

simple un-demanding demand for no more 

effort at all. The simplicity of reality, deity, 

isness, ineffable, presence, whatever you 

want to call it. It is the effortless being of 

total perfection. Which is here and now 

already the exclusive fact of existence.

 

At the moment mankind believes the 

knowledge of God is limited to a very few, 

if any. According to the religious systems 

of the day the blessings that a knowledge 

of truth bestows on a suffering humanity, 

and those blessings are experienced only 

by those who belong to this or that secret 

order or church. Or those who study this 

or that philosophy. Only by those who 

overcome, who struggle, who strive, who 

contend, who demonstrate, who 

experience  illumination and all that bumf. 

Or who take drugs. Hocus-pocus. Hocus-

pocus.

 
We leave. We leave and let go the human 

sense of things. The judged sense of 

things. 

And happily discover that we also leave

complexity. We return to the deific 

identity. Awareness itself. And find 

ourselves in a garden of tender simplicity 

where there is no concern for good or evil. 

Where there is no talking serpent who 

makes us give values to every thing. 

Things that are seen are simply seen. And 

they are seen without a critical analysis. 

And they are seen without a mis-mis-

evaluation.



Here experience and awareness. 

Awareness and experience. Are one 

activity. Belonging to whom? To me? To a 

me-sense? No no a one activity belonging 

to the ineffable presence, God. Here 

awareness is God’s self-perception. 

Therefore it is God’s responsibility.

Let me say that again. With this realisation 

awareness is God’s self-perception going 

on. And therefore it is God’s responsibility.

We feel the weight of the world taken off 

our shoulders. We rejoice, oh with a new 

joy. And we recall the promise of old. 

Come unto me all ye who are weary and 

heavy laden and I will give thee rest.

 
Deity, or the ineffable, or Godhead, or 

presence is a paradox to man who cloaks 

his measly little bit of wisdom with an aura 

of profundity to impress others. And to 

feed his own insatiable ego.

 
But to those sincerely interested in 

ascertaining reality or the presence. There 

is an area of break-through available, a 

place of break-through. Now listen. Listen. 

Where is it? Where is it? We are in the 

fertile centre of that area the very instant, 

the very instant we stop playing the judge. 

The great evaluator. And of course in order 

to stop being the judge of awareness we 

stop being the me-sense, the great owner 

of awareness. The one who says, this 

awareness is mine.

 
Here in judgeless being tribulations, 

human tribulations are rooted out, 

smothered and returned to their native 

nothingness. And in it’s place, or in their 

place, grows a burgeoning tranquillity. A 

grand tranquillity that exists where the 

elations and depressions of personal 

judgements seemed before to hold sway. 

God is not a complexity far off and 

unattainable. The presence, the ineffable is 

available. Else presence would be a plum, 

pluckable only by the plucky few who have 

the wherewithal to plough through many 

an ancient volume of forgotten law. 

Volumes of witchcraft and transcendental 

bunk. And even those scholars, even those 

scholars only touch the hem of truth’s 

garment.

 

Reader. Presence. Ineffability is felt as an 

enlightenment, as a breaking through. As a 

lifting. As a gentle rest. As a rolling up of 

the scroll. As the lessening of a load. As 

peace and happiness. And these words, 

these words are but poor sounds to signify 

the simplicity of God. Not the complexity 

of God. Not the mysticism of God. Not the 

great metaphysical paradoxes of truth. But 

the tender simplicity of the presence.

Happiness comes with the letting go not a 

taking on. By ending concern not  

developing more.

 
The unencumbered, those who live just as 

gentle awareness itself, like children, 

enjoy the Now without worry over 

yesterday, or tomorrow or next year. How 

children joy in fragrances and colours and 

moving things. Their sweet simplicity is 

why the world is so wonderful to them. 

Their enjoyment of the Now is why the flip 

of a cricket or the silent plop of a podgy 

frog is a momentous event. Credulous 

innocence is their entry into every activity 

with gusto. It is also why their imagination 

runs so freely from fancy fairytale to 

wondrous dream. Why the sounds they 

hear seem so sharp, sight so exciting and 

air so crisp and filled with all it is filled 

with.

 
This child-like simplicity appears to 

become veiled by the processes of 

education. Growing up is to become 

brainwashed, conditioned and accustomed 

to playing the pseudo-identity. Adult, 

adulterer, chief evaluator, and judge, 

me-sense. Aha but the unencumbered, the 

sweet gentle unencumbered with the 

freedom of angels remain unconcerned 

with the world’s evaluations. Even while 

remaining hyper-aware of everything in 

the universe.

 
Oh reality is not lost sight of. There is no 

sticking the head in the sand. Our simple 

child-likeness continues. Our alertness 

remains undimmed. Who does not speak of 

the innocence of youth? Who does not 

wonder at the idealic credulousness of 

childhood? Who has not longed for the 

exhilaration and exuberance of youth 

again? For the health, happiness and 

carefree excitement of childhood. And who 

has not heard the Christ saying, except ye 

become again as children.

 
Listener you can become as a Child too. 

And do it without appearing foolish. 

Without ignoring home and family. Without 

withdrawing from society. We become 

Child-like in the most effortless way 

imaginable. As we stop making vain and 

un-necessary evaluations. As we stop 

trying to be the possessor and the owner 

of this awareness. And live the instance, 

this instance called Now.

 
Let me talk about identity for just a 

moment. Identity. Who we are. What we 

are. Identity. I-identical.

The search for truth is in essence the 

search for the real identity. The genuine 

identity. Ultimately that search for the 

genuine identity is the search for God. 

Because we find out that God is the only 

identity on the scene. But let us come back 

home to right here right now. Which 

inevitably includes a me-sense. The me 

who islistening to a tape recording. Or the 

me who is talking into a microphone in the 

process of making a tape recording. The 

me-sense. What is the me-sense identity? 

The me-sense identity is the one we have 

lugged around with us from the beginning. 

The me-sense identity is the one who never 

knows what to do. The me-sense identity is 

the one who does too much or who does 

not do enough. That eats too much or does 

not eat enough. That exercises too much or 

does not exercise enough. That says the 

right thing or the wrong thing. That makes 

the right investment or the wrong 

investment. That stands up when it should 

sit down and sits down when it should 

stand up. The me-sense identity is the one 

that is a few days and full of trouble.

 

Well what about this me-sense? Well one 

thing we know about the me-sense that it 

is, it seems, wrapped up in a body. That 

has two feet, two hands and a head. Eyes 

and ears and all that sort of thing. The 

me-sense is contained in a body that goes 

by a certain name. Bill, Rachael, Mary, 

John, Jesus. The me-sense seems to be 

limited in time and space. It always 

occupies a point in time and space. The 

me-sense always says I am here and you 

are over there. The me-sense is bound by 

time. It says I was born on such and such a 

date. I will probably live for so many 

years. I am at present so many years old. 

And the me-sense says my well-being 

hinges on how well this body feels. How 

well it is attired. How many dollars it has 

got in the bank. The me-sense is a few 

days and full of trouble. It never has 

enough dollars. It never has enough 

happiness. It never has enough friends. If 

it has dollars they are lost. If it has friends 

they are fickle. If it does have time on it’s 

hands it does not know what to do with it. 

And if it does not have time on its hands it 

wishes it did.


The me-sense is always concerned about 

the body sense and how I feel. The 

me-sense looks in the mirror and says my 

my my I am getting old. The me-sense says 

oh my, another wrinkle. Another grey hair. 

The me-sense says oh how time is flying 

here the holidays are on us again.

Well what about this me-sense? The 

me-sense says this life that is mine is 

made up primarily of consciousness, 

awareness. I am aware the me-sense says. 

I am aware at the moment of listening to a 

tape and a tape recorder. I am aware at 

the moment of making a tape. I am aware 

at the moment of sitting in my little study 

here listening to the buzz of yon little 

refrigerator. Hoping that the furnace does 

not turn on and drown out the sound. 

Hoping that the dogs will not bark outside 

again and mess up another tape.

 
The me-sense says I am aware of people, 

places and things. The me-sense says I am 

aware of a body in time and space. And 

this is what identity is to the me-sense. A 

body in time and space that is so many 

years old. It has had this experience or 

that one.



Well now what alternative have we for 

identity? As we began here with a 

me-sense one thing we have to be 

absolutely positive about is that awareness 

is.

 
We were talking about the me-sense, 

which is not much to talk about. But let us 

define what the genuine identity is right 

here at the moment. The me-sense says I 

am aware because if the me-sense could 

not say I am aware the me-sense would not 

exist at all because awareness is 

absolutely essential for life. As a matter of 

fact the me-sense says that awareness and 

life are synonymous terms. I am aware. I 

am alive. This living is awareness going 

on. And it all belongs to me. As the words 

of the song go. It all belongs to me. And 

who is the me? Why to the me-sense me is 

the one who owns this awareness that is 

aware. Right here right now listening to 

these words.

Now when the answer to identity has been 

found by what we call the lights of the 

world, the prime-movers, the founders of 

the great religions, the mystics. When 

identity has been discovered lo and behold 

a strange thing happens. Awareness is 

retained and the me-sense that owns 

awareness is seen for the idiocy and the 

nothingness it is.

 

Let me say that again because folks as I sit 

here and talk to you now I have no papers 

before me to read. I have no notes to work 

from. This comes from the heart I am. 

When identity is discovered awareness is 

retained. The me-sense is let go. Right 

here right now. Awareness listens to the 

words on this tape recording. Awareness 

hears. Awareness sees. Awareness feels. 

All the seeing that has ever taken place is 

taking place within this awareness right 

there. All the hearing that has ever taken 

place, or ever will take place takes place 

right here within this awareness. We 

cannot get outside of this awareness to 

make certain that any hearing takes place 

anywhere else. Or that any seeing takes 

place anywhere else. Or that any feeling 

takes place anywhere else.

 
So awareness then is basic. But as I say 

the me-sense is let go. The me-sense. That 

which says this is my awareness. Who is 

this one who says this is my awareness? 

Who is it? Is it the body? We say well yes 

yes of course it is this body. Awareness 

belongs to this body. But has that view of 

life accomplished anything? It seems to 

have brought the world to the brink of 

absolute destruction. It seems to have 

been searching for happiness for lo the ten 

thousand years past but lo having found 

none it grows old and weary and aches. 

And says my time is short. The me-sense 

that is a few days and full of trouble has 

been disparaged by all the lights of the 

world. We have been told to let it go. To 

put it off.

 
So the me who says this is my awareness 

is just a concept. Who says it belongs to 

the body? Because the body is included 

within awareness. The only place where 

one is conscious of a body is within 

awareness. Without awareness there 
 
would be no consciousness of the body. 

Where do we see the fingers and the toes? 

Where do we see the face in the mirror? 

Where do we see the protruding belt-line 

or the sagging busts line? But within 

awareness.

 
Awareness is the primary. And that which 

it includes are its qualities and attributes.

So the me-sense then is a fiction. A fraud 

from the beginning. And we can this 

moment right here even now as we listen 

to the tape machine making strange clicks 

in the background. We can even right here 

let go the me-sense. And what does it 

leave? It leaves awareness on the scene. 

We retain awareness and let go the 

me-sense.


I have a letter here that seems applicable 

at this moment. The gentleman writes. He 

says ‘Dear Mr Samuel I enjoy your 

philosophy’. And he goes on to say ‘but he 

would like to have a very practical 

answer’. He says ‘please be practical. Tell 

me exactly how this awareness business is 

applicable to me. And how it relates to my 

daily affairs. Tell me how it should feel to 

me’. Then he asks this question that I 

would like to answer for everyone. ‘Am I 

supposed to feel the same when I am 

working as when I study and meditate?’ 

Well let me address that. ‘Am I supposed 

to feel the same when I am working as 

when I study and meditate?’



Now listen gently. Please just listen gently 

with the heart. When one takes hold of 

awareness to be his identity. That is, as we 

understand that awareness itself is 

identity and we are not the possessor of 

awareness. Rather we are awareness 

itself. Now as we do this we began, and I 

must say it is a slow beginning, but it is a 

consistent, persistent beginning that 

continues. We began to experience a 

practical and tangible and very obvious 

absence of anxiety. Of fear. Of the old 

human consternation and apprehension. 

And especially there is a lessening of 

human desire. That is a desire for anything 

other than a knowledge of the truth itself. 

This feeling of equanimity remains I guess 

in this odebliss state. This is the term that 

the Oriental have given it. Awareness 

remains in this odebliss state for just a 

time. For just a time. And then it slowly 

blossoms into quite a new dimension that 

has an entire new set of sensations that, I 

do not know how to describe it except to 

call it peace. My peace.

 
I can in no way describe this peace. I have 

tried. I do not think anyone can describe it. 

But I can tell you how we go about our 

daily affairs with it. Our daily affairs seem 

to have a new vigour within it. We find 

ourselves with new insight. We find 

ourselves filled with new ideas continually 

coming. And they are not ideas that just 

benefit us as an individual but they are 

ideas from which the whole world can 

benefit.

 
Now what do we do about our daily 

affairs? 

We continue just as always. To make a 

living. But we somehow do it now without 

the old interferences of worry, frustration 

and vain desire. And there is less family 

dis-harmony. You know we still see trees, 

flowers, and things. Our children still 

appear to go through all of the growing 

pains. 


We still have to discipline them if they 

appear to need it. And yet all we do, all we 

see, all we experience; when we live as 

awareness itself begins to be experienced 

within some … atmosphere of peace. Of 

satisfaction. A sense of all rightness. A 

sense of peace. A tranquillity. And we find 

ourselves knowing the meaning of things 

we never knew before. We find ourselves 

watching others. Knowing their motives 

even before they speak. And we find 

ourselves knowing what to do. Knowing 

what to do about most of the situations 

that present themselves to us. If not 

immediately then eventually. It is as if a 

voice were behind us saying ‘this is the 

way walk ye in it’. When you turn to the 

right hand and when you turn to the left. 

Indeed living as this simple credulous, 

child-like awareness we are so instructed.


We have all heard about the old man who 

is to be put off. Well the old man and the 

me-sense are the same one. The old man is 

simply that one we believe ourselves to be 

when we consider ourselves a point in time 

and space to whom awareness or life has 

been  given. We let that one go when we 

take life, awareness to be the one we are. 

And dismiss the concept of ourselves as 

the one who owns it. As the one who 

contains it within himself.

And it seems to me that it is well to repeat 

awareness. This one right here. When we 

speak of the personal judgement of this or 

of that, we are not talking about the 

judgements and the opinions and the 

evaluations that the world out there make. 

We are talking about those that are made 

right here as this awareness. As this 

awareness called oneself. As this 

awareness called I.

 
When we talk about the old man we are 

not talking about the misidentification of 

our friends, and relatives, and the people 

down the street. Or about the incorrect 

opinions that they appear to have of 

themselves. We are talking about the 

misidentity only we can presume ourselves 

to be right here right now ourselves.

 

To put off that one is not for others to do 

but for me to do right here. Others have 

nothing to do with this. The picture of the 

world, including others is all right here 

and now. This awareness being I. Not 

another. Seest thou this? The fabled last 

judgement. The great fabled last 

judgement takes place here. Right here as 

I be awareness I. Instead of the container 

of it, the possessor of it, the owner of it.


 
As I live as simple, credulous, Child-like, 

gentle awareness and not the possessor of 

it, the grand custodian of it.

 
Once upon a time we had looked out on 

experience and we saw it divided into a 

good and evil world. We took sides. We 

choose to fight with the right against the 

wrong. We took up the cudgel. As valiant 

soldiers we march to war we undertook to 
 
slay the dragon and to heal the world. We 

shouted to our universe ‘this is the way 

walk ye in it’. Well now the circle, nearly 

closed we see that all we see is precisely 

as it should be. We see that the levels of 

education, even as they appear are neither. 

Neither right nor wrong. Good nor bad. 

Material nor spiritual. Or real nor unreal. 

Or dream nor any other such thing. What 

are they? Why they are perfect images. 

Just being perfect images. Isness. Amness. 

Iness. Being isness. Being exactly what 

they are.

 
But who am I? Who am I? Why nothing of 

myself. Awareness is being aware of all 

that God is mindful of. And this awareness 

right here right now is busily perceiving 

the infinity of perfect being. This is who I 

am. This is what I, identity am. And what I 

am doing. Nothing else.

And the awareness the consciousness 

listening to these words. Is the self same 

awareness. The self same awareness. God 

awareness. And nought else.

 
Comprehendest thou this? Of course you 

do. Of course you do.

Years ago someone wrote that all the 

people on earth, if they were assembled in 

one place standing side by side would 

occupy only a square mile of land. Well 

they would certainly cover more land than 

that today. But let us use that square mile 

for the sake of an illustration that will 

make a point.



Imagine in your mind’s eye that all 

humanity is brought together into a great 

glass pyramid whose four corns cover a 

square mile of earth. Now these people 

are standing jammed together like young 

people at a rock concert, inside the great 

crystal pyramid. And all of them are 

facing   the centre. Well now how would 

each person describe what he sees as he 

looks up? Well each one would see the four 

quadrants of glass coming together at the 

top. Now let us suppose that they can see 

the stars beyond including Polaris, the 

North Star whose position remains 

constant. And these people are asked to 

give a description of the North Star’s 

location. Have you got that? Everybody 

inside a big glass crystal pyramid. There 

are looking beyond. 


They look up and they see the North Star 

and they are asked to describe it’s 

location.


Well those who stand in the east of the 

pyramid would make different 

measurements to plot Polaris than do 

those who are in the west. As a matter of 

fact everyone down there every man, 

woman and child would have a slightly 

different version of the North Star’s 

location relative to the great glass panels 

that come to a point up above them. 

Therefore each person within this great 

glass pyramid represents a unique point of 

view. Now next suppose that certain 

creeds and dogmas about the star’s 

location have developed through the 

centuries. The east side view of things 

would certainly be different from the west 

side view. Similar to the differing religious 

views we have in the world today. Further 

most people who are too busy with family 

and other affairs to even look up and 

measure for themselves so they have 

grown accept whatever idea is popular in 

their own locales. There is an eastern 

pyramid view of thought. A western, a 

northern, and a southern view of thought. 

Well now can you not see how religious 

ideas, all pertaining to the same Polaris, 

the same God but seen through the eyes of 

different cultures have developed through 

the centuries? Well now we have 

worldwide communication that is 

linking and we are beginning to see these 

strange differences. That the Muslim has a 

point of view. That the Christian has a 

point of view. 



And the Jew still another point of view.

Man’s personal views of his relationship to 

Godhead is not unlike the pyramid 

people’s view of their relationship to the 

North Star. Religious ideas generally refer 

to the same one. To the same God. To the 

same ineffable. But each one has it’s own 

sets of proofs for validity. And in truth 

every statement is valid. That is every 

statement about Godhead is valid so far as 

it’s major goals. Is it not strange that some 

of the world’s religions can perceive these 

differences and allow for it while others 

stand like staunch old southern pines in 

the wind refusing to give any other point of 

view an inch. Claiming that their own 

perspective is the only valid perspective of 

the ineffable.

 
Oh my just recently a storm blew through 

here and it twisted so many pines. Tops 

right off. Staunch unyielding points of 

view. 


We see that all eyes pointing to the top, 

looking up at this pyramid, represent 

individual points of view. Individual lines of 

thought.

Now so let me show in a simple way how 

powerful subjectivism is. Now the new 

wave of things happening in the world now 

is this subjective view. Subjective thinking 

is the new wave of things that is to come 

for mankind. Well now just one person 

down there having learned the top-down 

method of thinking and comprehending, 

which is the basis for subjectivism is like a 

person in that glass pyramid who has 

broken away from the masses and he has 

climbed up to the top of the pyramid. He is 

up at the very peak. Now his view is like a 

great eye at the top of the pyramid. And up 

there he is looking down at everyone who 

is looking up. The top-down view includes 

all of the bottom-up views within itself 

almost simultaneously. That is if everybody 

is looking right up at the point of the 

pyramid and there is a great eye there at 

the top looking down. The top-down view 

includes all of the bottom-up views. The 

top-down view is quantum. Whereas the 

bottom-up view is individual.

 
Now this is the advantage of subjectivism 

and its comprehension that the world 

exists within awareness. Subjectivism is to 

human thought what quantum mechanics 

has become to physics. Today we see the 

leading edge of science on the brink of 

discovering the subjective idea. They have 

found that the experiment is tied to the 

awareness that observes the experiment. 

Well that is a start. Today we have science 

backing into God. Discovering God and 

afraid to admit. Afraid that their own 

colleagues will criticise them for admitting 

that they have backed into a totality new 

marvellous top-down view of things.


Science will discover the power of 

subjectivism I think before religion does. 

And certainly before so many of the 

metaphysicians who claim to know it 

already but they do not know what to do 

with it. We guess the scientists will know 

because his arithmetic 

will 

suggest and then insist and cause him to 

prove. Prove me now herewith.



Well now does the eye at the top quarrel 

with the opposing views at the bottom? No 

it 

understands the basis for the difference of 

opinions. And it understands the wholistic 

reasons for mankind’s behaviour.

 

Oh but the top-down view would certainly 

object if one of the groups along, let us say 


the eastern or the western wall went towar 

against its opposite number over on the 

other side in the name of a creed or a 

dogma, or holy book.



So what do we do? We discover the Child 

within ourselves. And that Child takes us 

more or less quickly to the top of the 

pyramid. To the view that includes all 

views within itself. Down on the sandy 

floor of the pyramid extremism in the 

defence or the promulgation of anyone’s 

holy book, and or bottom-up view of the 

ineffable causes man in black to make 

strange utterances in the name of localised 

views of God and a call for holy wars that 

could destroy civilisation. Now on the floor 

of the pyramid one hopes that will not 

happen. But from the top one sees that 

something must happen among the 

warring unloving throngs to call 

attention to the Child’s top-down view that 

understands and forgives.



Well the prophets have all said, to a man, 

to look up; to look up willingly, or be 

forced to look up in some kind of a 

personal anguish, personal Armageddon.


 
Two thousand years ago Christianity came 

along to say let that mind be in us which is 

also in Christ. Which is the subjective view 

of things. But just look how Christianity’s 

dogmatic creeds are warring among 

themselves. Not just Christianity but all of 

the religions. They are all warring among 

themselves. What ever happened to the 

Child’s view that Jesus and others gave 

their lives to tell about? We get the 

top-down view. And then we live it down on 

the sandy floor of life right here in the 

objective view of things.


 

How do we do that? Well we find the Child 

within ourselves and we run with it. It is 

the Child within ourselves that breaks 

away from the masses and climbs that 

glass pyramid and says I want to see what 

everybody is looking at I want to go up and 

see it for myself.

 

We find that Child. It is in us. It is here. 

Right now. And then we run with it. We 

publish peace. That is we tell people of our 

own knowledge of this Child within. Just as 

we have been admonished to do.

We finally understand the exclusivity and 

arrogance of unyielding creeds and 

dogmas that discourage the individuals 

climb to the top of the pyramid. We see 

why the objective views have labelled 

subjectivism silly solipsism. And 

subjectively from the top we can see that 

one with God is a majority. And so the 

world unfolds within. Subjective 

consciousness within this divine 

awareness. 


It is us right here right now. Listening to 

and being these words.



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