"Morning Sunshine" By Sandy Jones
Another Personal Letter About Love
From William Samuel to Sandy Jones - Written 1986
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.
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, an 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.
Love, there is only one Love, Love is love, it has no opposite. All Love is love, human love, personal love, sexual love, being in 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)
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