The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant IF ....

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE GROW LIKE SEEDS

Imagine you are curled up like an embryo inside a nut with a very hard casing. You understand that GROWING is preceded by a period of abstinence, stillness or restriction, FROM WHICH TO GROW. Yet you also harbour a feeling of limitless expansion in the knowledge of being ONE with all, feeling the hard perimeters of the nut on every surface of your body. There is an enormous feeling of security in that tightness and darkness as a seed. You know that someone – the HIM/HER CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE is covering your back always.

Understand that the next step towards optimal growth is your DECISION to birth yourself, separating yourself temporarily from the ONE. You start to move. You arouse yourself from sleep and are overcome with CURIOSITY. When you knock against the familiar wall of the nut casing, it sounds hollow, and you know without a doubt that there is something BEYOND it. Your DETERMINATION to find impels you to push relentlessly until the seedling finally cracks its shell and pokes its tender green head into the soil.

Now you are in a completely different environment. Every pore is clogged with soil. You rely on instinct to find your way, stretching your head upwards because the ground above you feels warmer. COURAGE is needed to leave your old surroundings in search of the new. The desire to grow upwards comes from somewhere deep within you: you grow in alignment with a divine blueprint which you do not yet understand in full, but which you learn to trust.

All this brings you towards the surface of the soil where you suddenly burst into the sunlight. You are overcome with ecstasy at this unknown brightness, warmth and expanse which nurtures you, together with the rain. You accept these gifts fully and gratefully, growing rapidly. You wonder if I you will eventually be able to touch the sky. But somehow, the idea of eternal self-perpetuation and growth in one direction only is not appealing, so you begin to spread your branches sideways also.

Thus, you can survey what is happening on the ground. Small children play beneath your branches. When you see that they loved to climb, you grow in a way which enables them to do that, and when you see they are hungry, you are seized with COMPASSION and you realise that you have the potential to create fruit for their consumption.

When the children see peaches ripening on your branches, it seems like a miracle, and so they are inspired – in their turn - to set out on their life journeys, creating gifts for others through the same chain of growth, through DECISIONS TO SEPARATE FROM THE FAMILIAR, through CURIOSITY, COURAGE, DETERMINATION and COMPASSION. Thus they discover their own unique brand of service to humanity.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE DARE TO ENTER THE LIGHT

Once upon a time, there was a very deep ocean floor. It was so deep, in fact, that no light shed through. One very large fish appeared. Like all fish at this depth, it was luminous and looked rather ghostly and aggressive. Then a smaller fish appeared. Both fish looked each other in the eye and bared their teeth, expecting a fight, preparing to defend themselves. The fish swam around each other tentatively, and then the smaller fish eventually retreated, feeling fear but not showing it, retiring to the depths of the ocean.

The smaller fish spent a lot of time hiding in holes between the coral. Whenever he ventured into the open, he kept a sharp lookout for other fish who were his predators. But he was happiest hiding, as it was a great strain to have to remain aware all the time. And as all fish at that depth were luminous, the fish learnt to associate light with danger.

One day the fish looked out of his hole to see a vertical beam of light which landed in a circle on the ocean floor. It appeared to be never-ending, stretching ever upwards through the water. Initially, the fish was afraid and suspicious. It had never seen such a strong light before, but eventually it overcame its fright and ventured out due to curiosity, and by the fact that his life in the hole was pretty boring.

The fish carefully swam up to the beam of light to investigate. The nearer it got, the warmer he felt, and this was a sort of pleasant warmth which made him feel happy. Still, there was a part of him which thought THIS MAY BE A TRICK. In the end, his curiosity got the better of him, and he stuck his nose into the light beam, anticipating a shock of some sort, but instead, the fish felt a surge of energy.

Thus the fish discovered that the light was not a unpleasant material creature shining but that it was something ethereal and transparent. The fish was still a little worried, swimming in and out of the light to test it out. When all his fear was lost, and in a final SUPREME MOMENT OF RELEASE AND SURRENDER, the fish entered the beam and swam upwards, vertically, constantly showered with light, until he reached the very surface of the ocean. At that point the fish leapt into the sunlight which was much more radiant and brighter than his wildest imaginings.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE BECOME A WATCHER OF THE WORLD

Imagine you are sitting alone at the edge of a lake, wearing robes of white which sparkle with glints of silver. You are intensely aware of everything around you. You sit there through all the seasons, watching the shades of vegetation, sky and water change, while the contours remain largely the same. Sometimes the surface of the lake is roughly textured, and at other times it is as still as glass, and then you can see a clump of white water lilies floating in the centre.

Your hearing is acute. In autumn, you hear the fall of every dry and crackling leaf. In winter, you hear the pieces of melting broken ice chiming like small bells as they hit the shoreline. In spring, you note the tiny scurrying feet of waking animals in search for food. In summer, you watch I the white lilies, sending them your love and energy, and you listen to the wind which carris the sound of flutes and drums from a nearby village whenever celebrations are taking place.

The reason for sitting so still during these passing seasons is very clear to you: you know that EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE CAN BE FELT BY SOMEONE ELSE. Whenever you think of a place or person, a silver thread immediately emerges from your forehead and travels to that person, attaching itself to them. Your fingers are attached by silver threads to everything you have ever touched. And so, you sit there in total stillness, for your movement causes more movement, and reaction and noise, and instead you concentrate on the MOVEMENT WITHIN.

You are suddenly inspired with the thought that you should select a stone, half white and half black, and throw it into the lake. It takes a very long time to select the right stone, weighing and turning each one slowly in your hand to check their smooth surfaces for flaws. Some were white marble stones divided by veins of black. Some were jet black stones patched with white. When you have found the perfect stone, balanced in shape and colour, you bless it and said MAY MY ACTION CAUSE THE HEAVENS TO OPEN FOR THOSE EYES WHICH DO NOT SEE. Then you throw it into the lake one calm Summer’s day when the water is as motionless as a mirror.

As the stone falls, ripples emanate from the place of its falling, and just as you are connected by threads to everything you have touched, you are also connected to all movement you have caused. You watch and felt the ripples gathering momentum as you follow them with my eyes, as if the ripples are your fingertips stretching into unknown realms. When they reach the middle of the lake where the white water lilies grow, the force was so great that the lilies are swept away. As the water carries the lilies on towards the shore, you feel the absolute purity of the flowers resonating in your heart.

Small children playing on the shores of the lake look up in wonder to see the white flowers at the water’s edge. Unconsciously, their own purity resonates with the purity of the flowers, and so they are automatically drawn towards them. The children gather them joyfully in their arms and bring them home to their parents. In the darkness of those small simple homes, the flowers emit a sort of ethereal light, acting as a lamp which illuminates the shadows. It is discovered that if a white flower is placed near an ailing person, the patient will recover. And so the flowers are greatly desired and highly prized. Many flowers are jealously guarded until they eventually wither and die. Some are preserved as holy relics, but they have lost their power.

There are some people, however, who do not keep the flowers for themselves alone. They feel that this wonder should be shared, so secretly they take the flowers to troubled lands where darkness reigns. Some distribute them petal by petal to poor beggar children. Some decide to plant of the flowers into the ground in a secret and secluded place. They sit round it in a circle, sending all their love and energy towards the flower so that it might take root and grow. Then they build a wall around the plant so that it might not be discovered. Later the wall is torn down by marauders, but the bush does not die completely, and a woman secretly takes a flower from the bush and plants it in a distant forest. Here she sits and watches until it takes root. Here it flourishes in seclusion until one day, a tree of white flowers pokes it head high above the horizon of trees.

All this YOU CAN SEE as you sit timelessly and motionlessly at the lakeside, growing older and weaker. The flowers have travelled in a complete circle round the globe. The tree with the white flowers is growing in the forest behind you. You cannot see it with your physical eyes, but I you can feel the connection to it through the silver thread. In the background, I can again hear the sound of musical instruments in a village celebration. When they suddenly stop, you know that the villagers have noticed the new white tree and are walking towards it with wonder. They have heard many old stories about these healing flowers, and they see that a silver thread runs from the tree across the forest floor, across the meadows, towards the lakeside where you sit.

The villagers are astonished to discover you there, with silver cords stretching from your body in all directions. They think you are some sort of god or goddess and they begin to cry and bow down, but you motion to them to stop and tell them that they can also generate healing and high levels or awareness if they look upwards. When they do this, they see the FIRST SILVER THREAD OF ALL – THEIR CELESTIAL CONNECTION TO THE DIVINE CREATOR. You tell them they could invite this thread into their lives, if they so desire. Some accept this offer with great joy and take up sitting positions on the edge of the lake, seemingly motionless but slowly growing inwardly and turning into a WATCHER OF THE WORLD, aware of every thought and movement, and the consequences thereof.

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This is so beautiful.

honestly, the negroes and muslims will wreck any utopian dreams.

Hello AC 78055063, and thank you for your comment. It is your personal experience, perhaps, which impels you to state this point of view. And as such, it is valid. However, our viewpoints are always necessarily limited if we are not on a learning path which provides us with ever-increasing perspectives ....

What is being discussed here is not "utopian dreams", but concrete - step for step instructions on how to change the present paradigm. The last few posts I have made are more of the visionary kind - which you may classify as "utopian" if you do not subscribe to the idea that visions are the seed of our future creations - but the rest of my posts deal with concrete day-today living, and how our personal choices (whatever race or religion we may belong to) can take effect.

If everyone minded their own business.

Those who wish to destroy this world will be rejoicing at your statement, AC. No man/woman is an island. We are all part of ONE MIND, and we are all on the SAME PLANET, and even our smallest action or thought is RECORDED and INFLUENCES EVERYTHING ELSE. Many negative thoughts clump together and MANIFEST IN OUR PHYSICAL REALITY. And if we just sit back, resign ourselves and "mind our own business", then we CHOOSE TO ALLOW NEGATIVITY, WAR, CORRUPTION AND ABUSE to continue. Is this what you want?





Last Edited by Colour Crusader on 10/07/2019 04:39 AM

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE LOOK UP TO THE SKIES AND FLY AS THE PHOENIX

It was night, and a group of people walked slowly and steadily through a dark thick forest until they arrived at a clearing. They did not really look at each other or talk to each other much, and their faces were mostly obscured by hoods, but they were nevertheless very intensely aware of each other and of the fact that they were gathered here for a very specific and special purpose.

On reaching the clearing they searched for firewood and piled everything they could find in the middle to form a pyre. Then they sat in a circle in deep meditation, connecting themselves to the very bright light above – which symbolised the LOVING SOURCE OF ALL CREATION. Inspired and strengthened by this energy, they concentrated on the branches in front of them, with the firm intention of assisting their home, the earth, in any way possible.

Suddenly, flames ignited, the wood started to burn, and a beautiful blue phoenix – symbolising the earth – rose high into the air. The meditators were amazed, and some thought that this was the end of their work, but they were inspired to continue, and one by one, more phoenixes were born of the fire, each representing an aspect of renewal in our society. Finally, the whole sky was completely transformed. Instead of the dark starry sky, it had now turned a translucent blue. Thousands of phoenixes had bonded together to form a seamless, rippling and shimmering cloud which obscured all else.

The blue cloud began to travel away from the forest, and stretched until it was even more blue and transluscent, so that it covered the whole earth. There were two reactions to this. Some people noticed a different shade of light falling, and turned their faces to the sky. They were seized by a sense of wonder, as they recognised that this blue cloud was not “natural” in origin, but a spiritual phenomenon with a special message. These people stopped what they were doing, paused and reflected, and walked very, very slowly, as if discovering new ground with every step, almost like feeling their way into new worlds of feeling and experience.

The second reaction to the blue cloud was non-reaction. Those who walked quickly through their lives, from one building to the next, in rapid succession, deeply involved in their own thoughts, or in conversation with others, simply did not notice. They were generally removed from natural surroundings and rarely surveyed it or noticed changes.

The more the first, inquisitive people looked into the sky, trying to see what was going on, the more they could see the individual birds in formation, and indeed the birds started to move away from each other to show the onlookers that yes, indeed, they were not deceiving themselves. All those attracted to this phenomenon, and whose curiosity encouraged the birds to show themselves, were pulled towards one half of the globe. On the other half of the globe, the fast-running very occupied populace continued to talk and run. Here, nothing encouraged the birds to show themselves, and they remained as a blanket of blue.

A deafening thunder rent the air, and lightning struck the ground, causing the land to split and water from the oceans to rush into this huge and ever-increasing divide, thus separating the two consciousnesses. Those who looked up rejoiced to see the birds coming down. Those who did not look up were wrapped up en masse by the huge blue cloud and were removed from the face of the earth.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE STOP EXPLAINING THE SHADOWS AWAY

A man sits in the same office every day, and he knows NOTHING ELSE. His office building is surrounded by other buildings so that he can never see a horizon. As he carries out his daily work, writing notes diligently, he notices that the colour of the paper changes from grey to white and then to grey again. He explains this to himself in various ways. Sometimes he says MY EYES ARE WEARY in the morning and in the evening, and therefore the paper is clearer in the middle of the day. Or he says: more electricity is used in the mornings and evenings, and so there is less power in the lamps at midday. And on others days, the man simply did not think at all – he just put it down to something INEXPLICABLE.

One day, a woman enters the man’s office, smiles and says LET’S GO OUTSIDE! The man is so perplexed that he lets himself be led by the hand. She guides him up many flights of steps to the roof of the building. Here, for the first time in his life, he feels the fresh air on his skin, and for the first time, he sees THE SUN RISING AND SETTING. This puts all his previous experiences in a completely new light, showing him very clearly HOW LIMITED WAS HIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT.

Hey CC, just catching up on the thread after
being busy a while "clearing my space."
I came across an old college notebook left by
my late cousin Jane who stayed with us while
attending the University during Fall '71.

I didn't know whose it was until I saw a page
with a letter she wrote to a boy from back home,
giving directions to their house. She was catching
a Greyhound bus and would be home the next day.
She signed her name but then wrote a big 'X'
through it. I called her younger brother to tell
him what I found, and he said they moved from that
house that winter. It was next to the church where
their dad preached and mother (my mother's sister)
played piano. I was looking at it on Google Map.
Our family gets together for Thanksgiving at his cabin
in the mountains and I told him I will bring it,
48 years after it was written.

A few pages further, on pink paper, she wrote this:
"To write a good love letter, you ought to begin
without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish
without knowing what you have written."

On the same sheet was this:
"Love is a folly of the mind,
an unquenchable fire,
a hunger without surfeit,
an agreeable, a sweet delight,
a pleasing madness,
a labor without repose
and a repose without labor."

I assume that's Thoreau since the other
pink pages are a thesis outline on him.
I had just turned 10 at the time and was
crazy about a girl that lived at the bottom
of the hill. She kinda looked like cousin Jane
now that I think about it.

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We all get out our record players and listen to
christmas songs

I still have my parents' old record collection
here but no working phonograph. Still have a
lot of "clearing" to do. There's a lot of good
energies in this stuff. I was the first child
in a nurturing home and I've tried to share
that energy with others throughout my life.
Living alone here since mom passed nearly
2 years ago has been a blessing for me.
Her father and my Dad both passed in their
sleep sitting in the living room, 27 years
and 3 days apart. I talk to them constantly;=)

I had a strange dream about meeting Trump last night.
I just remember he was washing dishes and
I asked him what I could do to help.

Last Edited by hillbilly on 10/08/2019 10:48 AM

Hi Hillbilly! Nice to see you on the thread again! What wonderful thoughts you have shared with us, quoted by cousin Jane (highlighted in red below). The first quote shows how INTUITIVE love should be - no calculation or presence involved. And love being a "labour without repose" and simultaneously a "repose without labour" emphasizes the unconditional service which love inspires. Thank you so much.

A great idea, AC - let's do that, with the intent of making every day a "Christ Day" during which our own "Christ consciousness"- our attempt to emulate the Christ Jesus - comes to the forefront, gifting everyone around us continuously. Thank you for your comment.

Interesting. I think Trump could do with some help at this time . too much opposition .... may we all "clear out" the various things/behavioural patterns we have been hoarding, and clean up any "dirty dishes" still lying around.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE TRAVEL ON UNDAUNTED, NOTING SIGNS ALONG THE WAY

A long procession of people in long dark brown hooded robes was journeying on foot over the floor of a very narrow valley with steep sides. The people knew that this journey would end soon, in fact there was no way out of this enclosed valley as it came to an abrupt end at a sheer face of rock, over which poured a high waterfall.

Along the way, riders on white horses offered their services to the wanderers, offering them rides, saying to them that this would help them reach their destination earlier, but most of the wanderers were steadfast, knowing in their hearts that every step was important and that short-cuts also cut short the learning process. Thus they learnt to walk and live and camp together.

Their hope of actually reaching a “destination” was sometimes very low. On such occasions, some of them complained and displayed impatience, while others remained silent and sought stillness, listening out for the strange and sporadic creaking sound which originated somewhere in the distance, and which echoed softly round the valley. This sound gave them comfort, for it suggested that there was SO MUCH MORE TAKING PLACE THAN THAT WHICH THEY PRESENTLY PERCEIVED FROM THEIR LIMITIED POINT OF VISION.

Others were inspired to DIG DEEPER INTERNALLY AND EXTERNALLY. When they dug into the ground, they discovered nuggets of pure gold beneath the soil. These could not be removed, however. They were somehow fixed. And through this, the wanderers were reminded of the TREASURES UNSEEN AND IMMOVEABLE, YET TO BE REVEALED, BUT ALWAYS IN EXISTENCE BENEATH THE SHROUD OR DARKNESS.

When the travellers reached the end of the valley, they were forced to stop and set up camp. The water from the waterfall was their only sustenance. Those with enough strength and stamina and curiosity and who still had enough energy to climb on, discovered a very steep and narrow path cut into the rock. It led upwards, winding on and on to the top of the waterfall.

On reaching the top, the resilient wanderers discovered a large lush plateau of fields surrounding a large lake. Food was abundant. The meadows were populated by smiling dancing people who welcomed them, and who directed them towards a huge tree. This tree was hundreds of years old, with a startlingly thick trunk, but its most astonishing feature was that it was made of solid gold. It was then that the adventurous wanderers recognised this tree as the MOTHER who had birthed the gold nuggets which had inspired them during their journey through the valley. These were not actually nuggets, but golden roots. THE ROOTS HAD GROWN FROM THE SOURCE THROUGH THE THICKEST OF ROCK AND THE THINEST OF SOIL. This phenomenon could not be seen from a bird’s eye view, nor understood from logical reasoning. The connection was made through an intuitive internal knowing.

A huge swing was attached to one of the tree’s branches. An angel sat on the swing, and as it moved to and fro, the wanderers recognised the creaking of the branches. Seeing the travellers arrive, the angel jumped off the swing and welcomed them saying NOW THERE IS NO NEED TO TRANSPORT TO YOUR EARS THE SOUND OF OUR DIVINE MOVEMENTS, BECAUSE NOW YOU CAN SEE THE SOURCE WHICH CREATES THE MOTION AND THE SOUND.

The travellers were overcome that they had reached the end of their journey, though they understood that this was also the beginning and that THEY THEMSELVES WOULD NOW MAKE THEMSELVES HEARD, GIVING CLUES AND INSPIRATION TO OTHERS SO THAT THEY WOULD SIMILARLY FOLLOW THE CLUES TO FIND THE SOURCE – a place of perfect shelter, calm and love.

NO. Death will be peace from this.

Hello AC 76657131. What is death for you? Peace? Somewhere where you rest in peace (RIP) for ever and ever? Most references to reincarnation have been taken out of the Bible. In some religions, it is part of their belief. If you talk to people who have had NDEs, it is clear that this actually has no connection to any particular religion or path; IT IS THE SAME FOR EVERYONE, if the soul (temporarily wearing a human suit on this earth) wishes to continue and continue to learn, it will.

Loving all of these parables. Thanks again for the thread.

hey AC 76657131: who are you? I don't know you, let alone for a "decade". What have your comments got to do with this parable? What group? What ambition? What can't you do? What do you think I am asking you to do? We have no personal connections. No idea who you are or what your issues are. Whatever they are, they are for you to solve. Your choices will make a difference.

Thank you for your appreciation.

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE FOCUS ON THE CYCLE OF BIRTH

On a very cold day, the sun decided to speak to the inhabitants of earth about BIRTH.

“From my perspective, I see all and I nurture all. While I am conscious of what you call “death”, I am simultaneously conscious of what you call BIRTH. This is a simple rearranging of matter. The codes – the blueprints for growth – remain the same. I rejoice in the abundance of the forests which is the response to the light I provide. This feeds an ever-evolving cycle, always in motion. This does not involve regret. Ask the trees. They do not cry over the loss of every leaf, but grow new buds when conditions are right.

Realise that YOU SMALL ONES ARE PART OF THIS CYCLE, AND MIRRORING MYSELF YOU ARE SMALL SUNS WHO SPREAD LIGHT AND ENCOURAGE GROWTH ACCORDINGLY. Imagine that every spurt of joy, each moment of ecstasy, each song of praise and gratitude you sing will WING ITS WAY THROUGH THE UNIVERSE, THROUGH THE AGES, AND THROUGH ETERNITY, PUTTING INTO MOTION EVEN MORE GROWTH WHEREVER IT GOES AND POSITIVELY INFLUENCING EVERYTHING IT MEETS ON ITS WAY.

It matters not if you are old or if you think you are near the end of life. The process is the same. Your effect is the same. And you are always at the start of a new beginning whether you radiate at a rapid pace with your youth and energy, or whether you move slowly with little strength. Important is the MOTION. Strength lies in your intention to do to others as you would do to yourself.

May your lives be FULL OF THE KNOWLEDGE THAT SERVING AS BEARERS OF LIGHT, IN WHATEVER CAPACITY, WILL BEAUTIFY YOUR EXISTENCE AND YOUR SURROUNDINGS. THUS I SEND MY LIGHT TO YOU.”

But it doesn't matter. Earth is a rock floating through space. If you attempt to make it out to be more than that, all the cruelty inherent in your grand metaphor of existence will moot it. Why bother at all?

AC: Is the earth really nothing more than a rock floating through space? Does it not look like a living organism from afar - a globe with rivers, oceans an weather systems all connected to each other on the surface, a globe with an internal heating system with vents (volcanoes), a globe with "floating tectonic plates" which are in slow but constant movement?

This is a lifeless rock? And what position does this rock have in space? Is it tossing here and there, moving irrationally and sporadically? Is it motionless one moment and falling or rising the next? Is it spinning at a fairly constant rate? Is it following a certain course? Is it part of a larger system containing planets on similar courses?

Is the sun that all these planets circumnavigate there by chance? Is the sun motionless? Does it circle another sun called Alcyone? Is there no organization here? Is is all completely "pot luck" as to what happens out there in space? And is it by pure chance that our earth rotates ON A TILT?

Try standing at a tilt and rotating continuously. This is what the earth is doing. Does it feel pleasant? What happens to you if you are burdened over many many years by unsolvable problems and if you are exploited by 9 billion people? Will you walk strong and tall, or will your back be bent and your shoulders hunched? Won't you feel the desire to throw off everything which is burdening you? Won't you want to sit down and take a rest? This is the point we are at.

By this time it must be obvious to you that earth is not "just a rock". AC, you ask WHY BOTHER? The answer is: LOVE FOR THIS SUFFERING EARTH, INCLUDING THOSE WHO SUFFER WITH HER.




Last Edited by Colour Crusader on 10/10/2019 05:37 AM

The World will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF WE TRAVEL WITH AWARENESS

THE RED TRAIN is a stream strain, lunging leisurely along the tracks with all the windows open, screeching and letting off steam at intervals. It cannot be overheard of overlooked, as it belches black smoke into the sky, and the chatter, laughter, screams and shouts of its passengers, sometimes hanging out of the windows, shatters the silence of the countryside through which it passes. The people inside rarely notice the exquisite meadows and hills they pass through – though they have ample opportunity - consuming sumptuous meals and moving slowly from one carriage to the next to the next social drinks party. Extreme anger, passion and pain is also experienced here – the whole barometer of strong emotions, followed by long periods of unconsciousness. Most of the passengers are not interested where the train is going, and most would not contemplate disembarkation, because they feel they are living life to the full, that this is their right, that the train is in service to them. Because they never look out of the window, they do not realise that the train is always travelling on a circular track.

THE BLACK AND WHITE TRAIN is a bullet train which glides from A to B and back again at incredible speed. The occupants are faceless and nameless, stern and polite if spoken to, which is rarely the case as no-one instigates casual conversation for no apparent reason. Everyone searches out an empty corner, as far away from others as possible, and lowers their eyes to avoid contact. If they are reproached for not answering a question, they apologise profusely and then return to their labtop, their book, or whatever requires their undivided attention. Most of the passengers cram the time between A and B with premeditated activity which involves only themselves. The ability to shut out what does not concern them continues at their place of destination, and then again on the commute back home to A. They never get out at the stops inbetween, indeed, the fewer stops the better in view of their clear-cut goal.

THE YELLOW TRAIN is a small local train with only two carriages. It is crammed full of children who giggle and cry and play and dream and clap and sing. Some push and shove, others stare out of the window, others wave at the passers-by. The train has a most unusual schedule: in fact it has no particular schedule at all. Whoever is on the train frantically trying to find a timetable or indication of the final destination, will be disappointed and disconcerted, for this is a train which travels eternally. When the children are bored or tired or don’t know what to do next, they ring the bell and the train stops. The children spill out onto the fields to run, or into the town to explore, or onto the banks of a river to play, or into an orchard to eat, or onto the grass to sleep. They do not worry, as they know the train is also waiting to take them on the next stage of their journey, wherever that may be, whenever they feel ready and refreshed.

THE BLUE TRAIN is not a train in the usual sense. It has no carriages at all. It is all one carriage without walls of separation, in fact the front of the train is usually but not always welded to the back of the train, and it is possible to pass through a door which connects the two. The track is therefore necessarily circular. The blue train is extremely long, as long as a life-time, and when passengers have walked through the whole length of the train, encountering people and situations on the way, they reach this door. The sight of this sudden barrier instills great fear in those passengers with short memories, but those who remember going through the door the last time know that is the door to new and exciting experiences. In a way, this train is also a combination of all the other trains, as it has a plan, but also makes unscheduled stops. The passengers can decide themselves whether they wish to take time out, or continue their passage towards the door. This train is different in that the staff check the passengers periodically, assessing their situations, providing sustenance and inspiration as necessary, providing the passengers are willing to listen and accept. They always have an eye on the passengers, even if they do not notice, and no-one – even if they throw themselves out of a window - escapes attention and gets lost for ever. Time, on this train, is insignificant. Everyone moves at their own pace, though if anyone gets “stuck” in any way, the staff is on hand to offer help.

While all trains travel in their own way, their tracks all pass through the same CENTRAL STATION, where everyone is forced to disembark, even if they decide to continue on the same train moments later. Now is the time of ALL CHANGE, when we revise our divine schedule and board the train which will lead us to our chosen destination.

Last Edited by Colour Crusader on 10/10/2019 05:39 AM

The world will become peaceful, beautiful and abundant
IF OUR PHYSICAL ACTIVITIES ARE SIMULTANEOUSLY AN OPPORTUNITY TO REFLECT


A man is running along a road. The road stretches before him in a completely straight line, ending at a lighthouse in the far distance. He concentrates on moving forward with all his might in order to reach his destination. As he runs, his awareness is on the light at the top, guiding his steps on a purely physical level. Yet he is also aware that the same steps, at different times, feel lighter or heavier. This is because the road, although perfectly straight, also rises and falls from time to time, although it is not perceptible to the eye.

As he runs through the night, his eyes see the light more clearly – an immobile pinpoint contrasting with the stars which move across the sky. And during the day, the light all but disappears, yet he knows it is there. As he runs in reflection, he realises that the ground he is running on is actually the earth, turning through periods of night and day, and that the spinning earth is also moving round the sun.

As he turns inward, he reflects upon the constant circuit within himself, the passage of blood, the expelling of residue, the eternal renewal process of his cells, and he wonders in particular at those cells on the soles of his feet which are under constant pressure. He notices his breath – regular when relaxed, flat when in fear, imperceptible when he is asleep. In periods of heightened awareness, he becomes the earth itself, imagining what it must be like to feel the imprint of his running shoes on her body, how they bend the grass, how they thud on the concrete which prevents her breath.

In the end, the running man reaches his destination, only to find that a new circle of potential destinations has opened up as he surveys the landscape from the top of the lighthouse. Reflecting upon his past and potential future journeys he recognises the DENSITY of the physical matter he has traversed, and the physical body he has used to traverse it, but his experience has been so much more than this. NEW DIMENSIONS have opened up to him, resulting from his ability to reflect, observe, empathise and wonder. Holding all these perceptions at once, the running man recognises himself as part of the ENTIRE COSMOS.

People are individuals, and the earth is a rock floating through space.

Hello AC. I already replied to a different AC who said a similar thing: here is my answer. And yes, we are individuals, but we are all DIVINE INDIVIDUALS and part of the DIVINE WHOLE.

Here is my previous answer:
AC: Is the earth really nothing more than a rock floating through space? Does it not look like a living organism from afar - a globe with rivers, oceans an weather systems all connected to each other on the surface, a globe with an internal heating system with vents (volcanoes), a globe with "floating tectonic plates" which are in slow but constant movement?

This is a lifeless rock? And what position does this rock have in space? Is it tossing here and there, moving irrationally and sporadically? Is it motionless one moment and falling or rising the next? Is it spinning at a fairly constant rate? Is it following a certain course? Is it part of a larger system containing planets on similar courses?

Is the sun that all these planets circumnavigate there by chance? Is the sun motionless? Does it circle another sun called Alcyone? Is there no organization here? Is is all completely "pot luck" as to what happens out there in space? And is it by pure chance that our earth rotates ON A TILT?

Try standing at a tilt and rotating continuously. This is what the earth is doing. Does it feel pleasant? What happens to you if you are burdened over many many years by unsolvable problems and if you are exploited by 9 billion people? Will you walk strong and tall, or will your back be bent and your shoulders hunched? Won't you feel the desire to throw off everything which is burdening you? Won't you want to sit down and take a rest? This is the point we are at.