TODAY'S theme is: All the World is watching. Usually one is not given to this consideration, being so taken up with one's own looking out into and at the world, too occupied to observe the myriad of faces watching all the while. Souls are eager spectators, reserved from complete participation in those areas of worldly activity which do by their nature exclude them. However it is inherent in each and every nature to cast itself further into observance.
The trees and the wildlife are impressed by a man's presence. They watch closely and flinch and shiver and grimace, shying away from the burlesque intruder, and shivering excitedly in the company of a lover. . . they watch.
The men watch, not in full consciousness, but it is with certain anticipation; the same as has always been, spirited and knowing of promise and ever surprised. No man can contest the wonders that are ever before him as insufficient in detail, in color, in ceaseless exchange and with momentous complexity. The realm we dwell in shifts and changes with every variant of light and composition.
Watching is something we all have been doing e'er since our cosmic birth. Even the humble eyeless rock, in his own way, watches. From these thoughts we may become aware of the consciousness behind each front, and with the astute precision of a golden mirror, begin to acknowledge the fall of the eyes of all others.
To watch does not imply to look, for in looking we do narrow with intent for some specific, whereas the act of watching is expectant of no particular thing and requires no talent or expertise to do so. Many watch and see nothing, but do watch nonetheless. Furthermore they may watch and see, and then retain nothing from their observance but rather go on to each and every moment consumed in the experience - as in the case of the plant-kingdom, for instance.
The capabilities required to sustain a recollection of an observance and then manage the augmentation of experience in relation to one's own self is a crafty-art (hit and miss) which in all men is quite far off from realizing full perfection. However it is an extraordinary capability, as even the angels have not the gift of judgment and review as appointed by their own consciousness. They cannot and do not 'think twice' so to speak; never thinking at all, save for amusement purposes when the fount may be drunk from, and intoxicate their being with what is to them great nonsenses, which wash over their beings with aberrations, designs and intricacies and endless verse.
The thoughts bring their pictures and these the angels may view, but only to their confusion - which is just as a gentle breath upon their fine hair, without prompting a great disturbance upon such a countenance as is rendered with true glory. Light beings can shake the dross and dreary of Man, never so affected by such foreign and repelling particles. Sensitivity is born of sameness, and these cousins are but a million or more times removed, in aspect, in being and in desire.
The extraordinary talent which Man bears is that he may move out freely into the experience of the many, many expressions of Christ which are manifest around him. As he moves on into deeper insight, the characteristics of such individuality are known and recognized ever more richly, that he may incorporate the goodness and the attributes which hitherto other beings may only have witnessed from a distance. God Himself is intimate. Man in His Likeness, may enter into the likenesses expounded within all of Creation, and at will take them to his being in full embrace.
Many who will read of this shall already know the accompanying sense of possibility awakened with these thoughts- the eagerness of future discovery awakened once again, the desire to learn. And this desire is not to be abandoned to mediocrity, but rather rejoiced in by the finding which good inquiry does bring. How may a man know of what to inquire? Of what to ask? Of where to look?
Firstly, sincerity only comes with true love. To be sincere in one's quest for Sophia there must necessarily be a full love, that the man may come completely to the wisdom-knowledge won. Questions, when properly framed, do of themselves demand the ensuing answers - they summon unto them - but must be empowered with the love and vitality of such enthusiasm, that we may tolerate and withstand the richness of their fulfillment. Of course, in whole a question may not be completely satisfied with a fulfillment which encompasses it into eternity. Only in part may it be answered and delivered with the grace of understanding.
Truly this is the sustenance required by the soul that it may grow and grow well. If a man becomes empty of questions then he pursues the empty course. If he is dull and indifferent, humorless and dissatisfied, if he be cynically pre-emptive, quick to opinionate and sour to the world, then he best remedy his deathliness with the looking for that which he does truly love. . . and begin again. We are not to be dissuaded by the disappointments of an empty finding.
More Radiant than the Sun- by an Eastern Sage - More radiant than the Sun, Purer than the snow, Finer than the ether Is the Self The spirit in my heart. This Self am I, I am this Self. - an Eastern Sag...