"Autumn Afternoon" by Sandy Jones
A Personal Letter about Love
From William Samuel to Sandy Jones -
This letter, along with many other personal letters sent to me from William Samuel, can be found in my book "Barefoot at Heart-The Alchemy of Love and the Power of Light" - I joyfully share it here with all of you. It's quite special and brimming with liberating brilliance. Certainly written to the heart of each and all of us. - Sandy Jones
There are many new things to write, Sandy. They all have to do with life and love, enthusiasm and childlikeness. They have to do with simplicity and tenderness, gentleness and the fact of Already. The new words have nothing to do with problems, or paradoxes, intellectualism or personality.
Furthermore, they are difficult to write, they are difficult to say, because the old nature of us misconstrues, distorts and attempts to turn them into something ugly. So, I hesitate.
The day is coming when these things will be listened to without so much askance and without such violent reaction. The fact is Reality is real, Reality is perfect, Reality is all. Transcendent Reality being all there is to the consciousness presently reading these words.
One may say that at this moment consciousness seems to be filled with problems. But the believing that this is so merely gives authority to the seeming. We do not deny the seeming, we leave it, we let it alone and the power goes out of it. If the bird appears to eat a cricket, so what? Isness still Is, Perfection is still Perfect, All is still All, this Identity being us is still God’s Self Identification and nothing we say or believe, or do not say, or fail to understand, can alter this Fact one iota.
Strange as it may seem, there is a violent reaction within us when we finally get down to Reality Itself. You see, the old nature struggles vehemently to maintain its position. For most of us it requires a good stiff kick to alter our old opinions. But new light comes from the altered view, never from the old position.
Sandy, you are a monumental and perfect you. Because perfection Itself is being all you are. There are many wonders in store for you and yours, as you go about the happy business of just being.
Now, you are an artist, and you will know the wisdom of running off with uninhibited, unbound feeling you see as Love. Now, it is tempered by the intellect, but Love is the leader. Hidden at the center of this feeling and barely noticed, is a sense of peace, tranquillity, serenity, a very gentle joy. It is the absence of elation the absence of discomfort. Oh but it is the transcendent presence of that which is being all sensation, all feeling. Now when you find this center, you will be delighted, for you will know that you have found another aspect of the Infinite Identity you are.
This is the happiness that nothing can take from us. This is the Peace that does not ebb and flow between serenity and sadness.
When next you ride up the valley where your special place is, rest for a time under one of your oaks, sit loose and feel whatever comes to be felt. Listen, listen to the heart and you will hear it and you will be refreshed.
Who ever you think of at that time, think of love and feel the love you feel for that love is real and it is unbound and understands all things. God the Simple Truth is Love.
Love is not fickle, love does not blow warm one day and cold the next, love is consistently Its Self. Love, love looks and Lives. Love understands because love is understanding, love doesn’t condemn itself or anyone else. Love is not guilty, love is not restrictive, it’s not bound, it’s not confined or contained, love is not beholden to any institution. All institutions exist by virtue of the fact that love Is, if indeed they exist at all. Love is not bound by the institution of marriage at all. Its silly for any of us, whether we appear to be in that institution or out of it, or a part of it or not a part of it, it is silly to believe that that institution is capable of providing us happiness or depriving us of happiness -- It simply can’t do it, not really, not when we see that Love, this Identity I am has the dominion.
Love, there is only one Love, Love is love, it has no opposite. All Love is love, human love, personal love, sexual love, are all an aspect of infinite love which cannot be bound, cannot be circumscribed, cannot be confined, love, just simple love, whether we spell it with a capital letter or not, we mean the same Love, the very same Love, the very nature of being, the one that God is -- the God that is Love, the Love that is Identity, here as I, as all.
Singleness reveals the gentle Simplicity of singleness, the mysteries answered.
I know what leads you, Sandy, and I trust you, you are important to us all. Bill
William Samuel (1986)