posted December 11, 2003 12:04 AM         

In the previous posts, we attempted to set the foundation for this next part, the nature of human freewill. In those posts, we first tried to show that Truth does indeed exist, and does not rely on belief or perception for its claim to existence. Truth reigns supreme and if belief and perception don't think so..too bad. Truth doesn't need them to.

We also attempted to show that the fate of all things in the universe is a return to their source. This goes for everything in the universe and so, sending a human being back to the sunlight and dirt from whence he or she came is not callous cruelty, but simply the fair and natural way of things. It is our fate, the fate of everything.

In the last post, we also mentioned that as human beings, we have an extra special offer, just for us. It isn't a FREE offer, it comes with some strings attached. This is a chance for us to avoid a return trip back to the elements that we came from. It's a chance to return to our source in a FORWARD direction. It's a chance to EVOLVE toward our source.

This is going to be the most difficult of the four posts. The reason for this has to do with our old enemies disguised as friends..BELIEF and PERCEPTION, along with their biggest contributors, EGO and MIND.

What you will read here is True. There is no doubt of that. I don't believe it, but I know it's true. (Now how funny does THAT sound?) I will attempt to explain what I mean by that further on in this post.

Because this subject is going to be so difficult for any of us to get past the non-dynamic duo of perception and belief, I'd like to start out with a looong story. As you're reading this story, if you could just imagine waves gently lapping at the shore, a mighty ocean as far behind them as the eye can see, we'll try to tie this all together.

This is the story of a farmer. The farmer needed some hands to work his land for the season, and so he put a sign out that said, "Farm hands wanted, good work, fantastic pay!"

Each week, people would answer his ad, and he didn't discriminate. Everyone got the job. After he had all of the hands that he wanted,(which were quite a few more than he needed), he sat them all down and gave them some simple instructions:

"Listen", he said,"I put this ranch together with my own two hands, and I know every vegetable, fruit and weed on it. I know where the animals live and which animals there are and where they are. I know every square inch of this land, where it's dry and where its not, where things grow and where they don't.

See, I designed this ranch, and I've done a pretty good job, if I do say so myself.

Things'll grow, and they don't need a whole lot of tending. What they need is love. They need lots of love and appreciation, but the place has grown so quickly and spread so well, that I can't do it all myself anymore. So here's what I want from you: love this land. Love it like it was your own, like you were me, and it meant everything to you. Help each other out, make sure you love every square inch and that you keep each other happy so that your love is always from the heart and genuine. Do that, and the land will grow, and it will provide.

In return you'll get three squares a day, a place to hang your hat if you like, and an honest day's pay, every single day. Plus, at the end, for those of you that do the job as I've asked you to, there'll be a pretty nice reward."

Well the people couldn't believe their ears when they heard that. It sounded like almost no work at all. One of the folks at the back of the group raised a hand and when the farmer nodded his head, asked, "That's it?! Just love the land? C'mon...there's gotta be a catch!"

The farmer smiled, for he had expected this.

"Well, it's not exactly a catch, but there are a few things you'll need to know. Call them rules if you like, all I know is that I've planned this out very carefully, and these are some things that seem to make things run more smoothly around here."

Then the farmer gave them a list of rules that they needed to follow. The rules were simple, but the most important was, when in doubt, to come to him and noone but him.

The workers went out into the field the first day.

Right away, some noticed that nobody was supervising them. They decided to take off into town and have fun until the end of the day, then they came back around supper time, ate their dinner and collected their pay. They did this every day for the rest of the season.

There were some who worked, but after they saw the first paycheck, decided that it wasn't enough, so they started stealing produce from the gardens and selling them in town on the sly to make extra cash. They continued to do this for the rest of the season.

There were some who had been in the garden a bit longer, that decided that with the big boss safely out of sight, they could make their own rules. So they walked up to some of the other workers and told them that they had been sent by the big boss to supervise. Then they made new jobs for the workers to do, like pulling up weeds and moving plants from this part of the fields, to that part of the fields. Some of the workers listened and did what these ones told them to. Some of them went to the farmer himself, and when they told him what was happening, he said to them, "That's fine, you leave them be and go to this other part of the field. You just keep loving this land, don't you pull up or move nothin' unless I tell you so."

There were those who did nothing but complain and moan about the hot sun out in the fields and a few complained about what the work was doing to their nails. They complained like this for the whole season.

There were those who spent the whole day thinking about the BIG reward that was coming their way. And though they worked hard, they looked at all of the slackers and the ones that were breaking the rules and thought, "You'll see, I'm going to get my big reward at the end, and all of you are going to get NOTHING. Then we'll see how smart you guys are!" This they did for the whole season.

Finally, there were those who set out to love the land. And as the season drew to a close, they found themselves, not caring so much about the pay, not feeling the work so hard or the Sun so hot, but just honestly wishing that the Sun would come BACK up every day so that they could get back out in those fields and see what they'd run into next. As they got more and more familiar with the fields and the things that grew in them, they couldn't help but love them more, because love begets love. They soon grew to appreciate how much thought had actually gone into the fields, and the rules that governed them. They grew to love that way of life, until by the end of the season, their hearts were broken at the thought of leaving, and yet even more, they couldn't think of what to say to the farmer for having given them the opportunity to enjoy this little slice of paradise that he had designed.

At the end of the season, the farmer called all of the workers together and thanked them each for their time, and wished them well and bade them goodbye.

There was a lot of grumbling, for noone had received the "reward" that was supposed to come at the end, and that irked most of them, so they decided that they'd never work for him again.

But there were the few that had grown to love the land, as though it were their own and a part of them, had grown to love the farmer too, for they saw in every field, the care he had put into it's design and they couldn't love the fields, without loving the man who had designed them. As that love had grown in each of them, they had grown to love one another, for a common love forms bonds without wanting or knowing.

These few workers approached the farmer, and thanked him for the opportunity to experience the beauty of his fields. These said that if he needed ANYTHING, to ask, and they would come back...pay or no pay.

"Thanks for the offer," he said, "I'll remember you always."

Come next season, the farmer put out another sign. Some of the faces from before showed up; the ungrateful ones, but the farmer turned them away, said thanks but no thanks.

Some new faces appeared and he gave them work, on the spot.

Finally, the workers who had so loved his land returned, and he threw his arms around them, and said to them, "Oh you beautiful, beautiful people! I have waited so long to see my fields through your eyes again! Please, tell me what you recall, and then spend another season with me and tell me of them again! How my heart has ached for longing to hear from your lips of the beauty you've seen in my fields, through your eyes!"

Then they told him of what they recalled. Again and again they begged him to let them return to the fields so that they could enjoy it's beauty again and be with one another and help the new workers to appreciate the fields..his fields..their fields.

Then the farmer took them in his arms, and told them the greatest secret of all..that they had never left.

And as he did, they saw something that they had never seen before:

In his face, they saw the fields, and in the other workers, they saw the fields, and in their own faces they saw the fields. In fact, everywhere they looked, they saw the fields, and knew that what they saw was the farmer.

See, the farmer was all that there was..all that there had ever been.

To your belief, and from your perspective and born of your perception, you are an individual. In reality, however, there is only God.

You are those waves, God is that ocean. You do not exists except as facets of God. When you look into the eyes of another human being, realize that you are looking into the eyes of God, for that is what we are. We are God's eyes, God's ears, God's heart and God's appreciation. To hurt you, would be to hurt a part of God. Like God biting God's own fingers.

However, that brings us back to the question of freewill. What good are fingers that do not do what they are supposed to do? What good are eyes that have a mind of their own and would go their own way, heedless of the will of their owner? They are as good as useless.

The choice is this: live your life your way, believing what you would believe and following your ego, your mind's perception and your desires and you will return to your source..return to where you came from..OR

Release the ego, release the need to control, release the material portion of you and listen to the light within.

Listen to your connection to God. Those are the "nerve impulses" coming from "the brain" that is God's Will. That is the connection to the source and that is your purpose for being here. Do this, and you will return, again and again..you will evolve with the human race until it finally reaches it's source..in an upward direction.

That is the Truth. Again, I have not released the self, so I have not come to believe it although I know it to be true.

I am still attached to the ego. A few key words should give this away.."I" and "have", "am." Funny isn't it? The smallest word in the English language, is the biggest problem facing the human race today.

You now know your choices, you now know that God is not singling us out for unfairness should we choose not to serve. In fact God has given us more than most of Creation.

We've been given sentient life, and we've been given the opportunity to choose our purpose during this lifetime. If we prove ourselves useful, then we will be retained. That is WAAY above and beyond what anything else is offered. Everything else, simply is what it is, does what it does and then returns to its source.

The final question might be, WHY? Why would God want us as personal eyes and ears and hearts? Why would God want us for this task?

This brings us finally, to the last post, which will attempt to touch on the subject of Divine Perception. I'd like to point out ahead of time that we'll be delving into fairly new waters for me, so it might take a day or two to finish this.

You appear to be waves, but remember, first, foremost and always, you are ocean.

This information is part of a four part series. The four posts are titled:

posted December 11, 2003 11:08 AM         

Sincerely,
divinia

posted December 11, 2003 11:24 AM         

juniperb