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."

Whn 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 favourite 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 Main Street 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 restraintinto 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.