William Samuel

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Saturday, April 25, 2015

The Truth Is Not That Difficult To Understand

"Lilly Pond"  Sandy Jones 

The Child Within Us Lives! A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 
By William Samuel 

Da Shan, Mythical Mountain of Seeking and Finding



  It will be immediately rewarding if the reader will let go the popular belief that “metaphysics” or “subjectivism” is a difficult subject to understand. It is NOT. We shall prove that in the pages ahead.

  The idea that the deepest “Truth” is abstruse and difficult is a myth unintentionally projected by fine people who, for the most part, have had undiscerning teachers or inadequate, incomplete textbooks written before the Truth had been fully revealed to and confirmed by their authors. For centuries we've heard the Truth misstated or adulterated by well-intentioned teachers who didn't have the least idea what they were really talking about and whose unsupported, unproven commentary couldn't be comprehended, much less put to the test. For years we've studied or tried to study inconsistent philosophies that do not hold up under reasoned, rational analysis. I doubt that the Almighty can make sense of much that is written and shouted in the name of Truth. But metaphysics, as it actually is, is not a difficult concept to understand. Our capacity to understand subjectivism is growing in each of us daily. It is a clock turning on within us whose time has come.

  Just as school children hear about the supposed horrors of geometry or Shakespeare, thence to avoid those subjects if they possibly can, exactly so mankind through the ages has avoided in-depth studies of science, religion, philosophy, metaphysics or Truth, afraid he couldn't understand them and unwilling to make the effort he believed necessary to comprehend. It has been such fear of theology that has kept so many from a study of it. It is the misinformation concerning metaphysics that keeps scientists and religionists  from examining the worth of subjectivism. And certainly the distorted “junque” one finds in metaphysical works keeps students who are searching from arriving at the green fields of simplicity just ABOVE theology and metaphysics where the Goals of all our studies are met.

Throughout my life I have delighted in pointing to the underlying essences of religion and philosophy so they could be understood. I have made the intricacies of metaphysics perfectly plain to those who have come to study with me. Not one has failed to comprehend whatever was necessary to resolve his questions and wonderment of the moment. It will be the same for the the reader of this book. Truth is not trying to evade our search. It discloses itself to a willing heart. We ask and are given the answers. We seek and find.

  We are all natural philosophers, effortlessly living a divine philosophy which is intermingled with our own ideas—and we are doing this every minute of the day. We are all natural subjectivists as certainly as objectivists, and we are being both of them simultaneously to one degree or another. For instance, I look across Woodsong's meadow and see a tree. That tree is an object in my view. Simply observing it and being one who believes in God, I am an objective religionist. Ah, but listen, listen: aware that the tree is “beautiful” and “alive” and of a certain dignity and grace—or anything else concerning the essences of that tree—I am simultaneously thinking and observing subjectively. Hence, I am also a natural philosopher and metaphysician living my subjectivism. So is the reader thinking about these words. The forthright fact is that none of us with the least spiritual inclination can look at or think about anything without being a philosopher, a metaphysician, whether we have ever read a single spiritual book or not. As quickly as you and I define our terms herein. We will be walking in the same meadow of mind. It will be helpful for the reader to substitute his own words for those of mine which may seem unfamiliar at first. 

  The study of metaphysics as a science may seem a complex subject to grasp intellectually—that depending on whose version of Truth it is—but to understand and live as a natural philosopher-metaphysician and MORE is not only easy but unavoidable. Furthermore, it is essential. The world, as it is, is soon to erupt in our faces. A new mode of mentation is on the way. 

  Reader, do not wonder whether or not you are spiritual enough or intelligent enough—or have enough faith—to understand the Truth. You will understand it. You were meant to understand the Truth from the beginning of time, whether you consider yourself religious or not, intelligent or not. Does a flower have enough intelligence to bloom? Actually, you understand already. There is something deep within all of us that knows already. Yes, there is Something Wonderful in the midst of us that understands the discipline of the world and the important issues of life it includes. That knowing is ready to spring up and break out into our daily affairs and make life rich and meaningful again. This volume is intended to prove that.

Woodsong on the Hill, 1986

The Child Within Us Lives! A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 
By William Samuel 

Available on Amazon 

About William Samuel 

The Infantry Soldier Overtone

"Lilly Frog" Sandy Jones 

The Child Within Us Lives! A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 



Da Shan, Mythical Mountain of Seeking and Finding


  In the book A Guide to Awareness and Tranquillity, I wrote briefly of my time in warfare and one of the grand lessons about judgmentalism it afforded me. Over the years people have said how much that story meant to them, perhaps more than all the stories I have written. To the Western set of mind there is a certain incongruity about an old soldier being one to whom a measure of Light has been revealed. I can understand that.

  Many singular events that I have never written about occurred during those days. I was, after all, a captain of infantry in two long wars. I lived with Chinese infantry troops in the field for nearly three years—subsisting with them, nearly starving with them. The few American soldiers in China had very little support from the United States during World War II. We were at the end of the world's longest supply line, and anything that reached us from home had been flown over Japanese occupied countries, over the great Himalayan mountains into Kunming, thence to be trucked and packed in by animals to us, wherever we might be. I didn't live very well during those years. My last year in China, as the great war came to an end, I joined Chinese troops who were actively engaged against the Japanese and fought in the battles that recaptured Ishan, Liuchow and Kwelin.

  In Korea, less than ten years later I commanded King Company, 279th Infantry Regiment, 15th Division, during the final months of that awful war. I also commanded Heavy Mortar Company, 279th Infantry Regiment. Things were much harder for me in Korea's combat than in the long, strange war in China. Being older didn't help me in Korea, nor did I have wise old Mr. Shieh at Korea's great Sandbag Castle or at Vulture's Roost on the 38th Parallel.

  It is interesting that I've never written about those days, even though I've told of the learning events to seekers who have come to visit here in Alabama. I especially relished telling such tales to the metaphysical "absolutists" or to the young zealot idealists who arrived expecting only gentle words of peace from a Godly teacher. Since stories of strife, warfare and suffering are the last thing those people expect to hear from a "metaphysician," that's often what they got. Show me a revelation and I'll show you a traumatic event from which that Light emerged. Show me a true vision of heaven and I'll show you a descent into the anguish of hell wherein that vision was tried, tested and found faithful. " "Prove me now herewith, saith the Lord....” “Put all things to the test,” Paul echoed.

  And now, having written nearly everything necessary for the final book, I sit me down on yet another memorial Day to remember my soldiers who fought with me in many battles. Let me write a Glimpse or two from those days.


  First, harking hack to China, Mr. Shieh and I, with five American teammates, were being pursued by a Japanese combat patrol. We were "retrograding;" bringing up the rear of our little patrol, trying to get back to the safety of friendly lines. We were close to being captured. In those days, neither the Japanese nor Chinese "gave quarter." That is, we took no prisoners. I knew that if I were taken by the pursuing Japanese, it meant certain death. On the other, hand, Mr. Shieh might successfully pass himself off as a Chinese peasant.

  Oh, I cannot write this story! At this minute it is enough to remember Mr. Shieh seeing and pointing out the beauty of those purple blooms on the distant mountain we had yet to climb. I marveled at a man who could see beauty under such oppressive circumstances. I marvel more that he helped me learn to do it.


  During the Korean War, an artillery round burst among my men on the left flank. Several bodies were hurled about and I ran to see the extent of the damage and whether the platoon leader was still effective. Sick to my stomach at the sight, I sat down among three of the bodies sprawled along the slope. I became aware of a visual "Presence" hovering beside them. A misty, blue-white light of sorts. A different kind of light, primal, persuasive and powerful. I could not explain what I saw then, nor can I now, but with the sight, and because of the sight, I was absolutely certain within myself I was being shown evidence of the deathlessness of Life—the survival of the Child, the Soul of men. I felt a marvelous sense of relief, almost gratitude, concerning those men and everything happening that day.

  Within a few minutes of that incident, my regiment, and my part of the line in particular, was hit by an enormous wave of shell fire and oncoming Chinese troops. Hell erupted in a manner that no one can sufficiently describe or picture for another. One simply must experience something like that to fully understand.

  But, to the ongoing Glimpse I'd like to write here if I can. In the early moments of that terrible onslaught wherein everything that moved was slaughtered ten times over—advancing troops, men, women, children, dogs and chickens and every moving creature caught at that place at that time—I was suddenly unable to hear. My world went silent and I was enveloped in an immeasurable calm. In the midst of that horrendous din of exploding bodies and shells, I could hear nothing but my own voice. In some marvelous way, I was caught up in a quiet, tranquil dimension, separate, but attached to the carnage at hand, I had not been wounded. I felt as well as one could be expected to feel under such circumstances. I could hear my own voice and even my breathing quite clearly, I went from gun position to gun position and heard myself giving calm encouragement to my troops. I could see their mouths move in reply and gratitude—and terror—but I couldn't hear them. I heard myself but couldn't hear the shells bursting in my face. I was beset with a wonderful enwrapping calm that let me move fearlessly to do whatever the moment asked me to do, as hideous as those moments were.

  Perhaps a man can so detest a situation that his body produces the chemicals which, in turn, erect a barricade between himself and the galling situation. But as this was happening for me on that long day in Korea, there was a clear perception that a superlative Reality stood just behind the events: that there is another Scene just above this one, surrounding it; that Reality was bursting through that corridor of chaos into my own conscious recognition. I walked with a detached courage, as if the mortal body couldn't be and wouldn't be hurt. I ran from soldier to soldier, gun to gun. I was knocked down, spun around and stung with rocks and earth, feeling nothing but a calm, clear sense of Life's dominion over the sights and sounds of the world; as though, with the Presence I had sensed and seen moments earlier among the first bodies felled, I was SEEING and FEELING Life, eternal Nature, even in the face of death. Perhaps this was the beneficent calm Mr.had felt those years earlier when he saw the blossoms on the distant mountain.

  That particular hellfire and damnation in Korea lasted four nights and three days without sleep for my troops and me. I have never forgotten the different time frame and the enwrapping inner peace nor how I was held and supported during that time—or non-time. More significant, that Peace has not forsaken me since those days, at least not when I was mindful of It nor when the chips were down and I called for It. How do I call for It? I bring forth the Child of Me.

  Why I write this now after all these years, I really don't know, but on this Memorial Day when I feel everything necessary for the book has been written, I sit me down and write something that might tell others, like Janice and Bill, that there are times when the anguish of the lesson is absolutely necessary—that leaving the anguish may not be the answer. Now, with absolute assurance, I can tell people, old and young, their lessons can be learned under the most difficult and trying circumstances. Better that we leave our nets after we've learned their lessons. Better that we call on the Child because the Child knows what to do. The Child and the Presence are the same one Presence and It is right here where we are, transcending this world's time and space.

  The final tone in this Overtone: The day I moved King Company onto line in Korea, I was given the Order of Battle of the "enemy" opposing me just across the valley on the next mountain. Facing my regiment, and me in particular, was the Chinese 60th Army, the same troops I had lived with and trained for two wars in China. We met again, eight years later, in a terrible and senseless slaughter.
  In the apparent world, our friends and enemies are the same—and, sometimes, needlessly, insanely, we try to destroy one another, thence to find that Life is eternal. Like Arjuna, in awful combat, I was instructed in certain of the Mysteries and learned the sense of senselessness.

Memorial Day, 1985

  Making sense of this world of appearances has much to do with understanding the nature of Light/light, space, energy and time. Especially time.


  "A new clock is soon to be turned on in the world of time and space:" said old Han, talking to the group at the pond. "There is something that must be understood about time. The metaphysician's insistence that matter isn't what it seems to be and that time isn't real is only half right. I think that time is to be understood very soon.”


  Godhead existed before time and space. The Ineffable still exists, infinite and eternal.
  Then what are time and space about?

  They exist for an essential purpose: that mortals might eventually come to understand and know the scope of the Ineffable source of themselves. When space has been traversed and the mysteries of time calculated, man will find he has touched only the edges of Ineffability. He will find himself like one who has counted all the grains of sand that cover the earth, measured all the leaves in all the forests of his dreams, and then awakens to find he knows nothing of the Dreamer as whom he exists.

The Child Within Us Lives! A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 
By William Samuel 
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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Light Is Information

"Sparkles" By Sandy Jones 

By William Samuel 

Light Is Information 

Most of the information about the distant universe has come to us via the light of the stars—at least, until recently. Most of our information about the stars comes from those little pin points of light we see at night when we look up. Some of those points of light have taken thousands of millions of years in time to travel the tangible miles of space to get here; hence the light that impacts the eyeball at night is accumulated or compacted “time” as well as information. 

Notice also that we have to look to the earth to confirm whatever we have learned from our observations of the stars. For instance, we see a planet turning on its axis: the earth confirms that information by a similar action here. Or, we see that certain elements are present in the spectrum of thus and such a star and find those elements corresponding to elements on earth, which we can examine and measure. This is confirmation of information, so to speak. We perceive information (light) in the heavens and put that information to the test on earth and confirm it. Until we have made such linkage (confirmation) of our esoteric information, we keep it in the area of theory, rather than fact. When the linkage is found, it is not longer theory, but a provable fact.

Science hasn't discovered the close relationship between the universe-out-there and the body-here; not yet. Quantum mechanics moves them close. When science perceives the supremacy of subjective thought, there will no longer be a gap between pure science and philosophy, religion, psychology and life (awareness). It is said by one of the Jewish groups that there is no element in nature that can't be found (confirmed) in the physical body of man. There is nothing seen in the heavens that can't be found in the material body of humanity, positively or negatively. Science hasn't confirmed this in anything but theory thus far, but the mystic has known, from the beginning, that when he looked at the night sky he was looking into “the mind of God." More, the mystic has known that the Mind of God isn't separate from the awareness of you and me that looks into the night sky.

The ultimate confirmation is not just the body of oneself, but the Awareness of Self.

Body AND Mind. They body, quite the opposite of appearances, is within Awareness, not the other way around. 

Finally, the Child within is not theory but confirmable fact to anyone who is willing to look for It and feel It. To put that in religious terms, one who has felt the “holy Spirit” knows it is real, not imaginary. Putting it in subjective terms, one who has had a Glimpse knows the reality of that Glimpse and what it does for him. Putting it in the Equation's terms, one knows the Child is still alive within himself and is all that is important therein.

A meaningful equation: The “river” of thoughts is like the mathematical point. 

Objectivism is like the line. Subjectivism is like the plane. The Equation is like the Sphere wherein all the dimensions exist and time vanished. The point is limited to the point's purview, the line to the line's, and so on. But line understands point, plane understands line and point, etc. The Child-Self precedes time and space, even while being in it and understanding why it exists. 

Bottom line: We rediscover the original Child within us all and run with it. It will tell us all we need to know of religion, psychology, metaphysics and science without taking us to all the extremes therein.

If you would like further guidance in understanding any of William Samuel's work and your own Self discovery, you are welcome to contact me, Sandy Jones --  samuelandfriends@gmail.com  --  - Ojai, California -   

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The Elijah Illustration About Light, Time, Space And The Real Identity.

"Songs" By Sandy Jones 

The Child Within Us Lives! A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 

The Elijah Illustration About Light, Time, Space And The Real Identity

There is a verse in The Gospel According to Thomas, “If they say to you: 'From where have you originated?', say to them: 'We have come from the Light, where the Light originated through itself...” The genuine Identity of us “comes from the Light.” That reality seems buried deep within us, as inaccessible to the intellect as the soul is, the very essence of being. But it is not inaccessible; it is within our reach for the asking. Let me use an analogy that will help us understand.

A big brass eagle I call Elijah sits in the middle of my living room coffee table. My son calls it “montrocious,” but the eagle and I don't mind. Rachel likes it, too. Company was here recently, and since the great brass bird on the coffee table can hardly be ignored, it became an illustration about light, space and time.

There are so many wonders concerning light. One of them is the mysterious photon itself, that enigmatic bundle of mystery that does so much in the world. Tiny photon, how can you be nearly everywhere in space at once? It is that particular quality of the photon which I came to explain via the brass eagle—and this illustration also suggest how the Original Nature of us is also everywhere in space and time. 

The photons that illumine this page (or appear entrapped as the very paper itself) are bringing more information to us than could have been dreamed a few years ago. Essentially, photons are information. Light is information. When viewed subjectively, information is light. 

There sits Elijah, my big brass eagle who must weigh twenty-five pounds, looking for all the world as if he's just come to rest on a brass stump that stands above the water of the glass-topped coffee table. (Son Bill expects him to go crashing through any day.) For the purpose of this illustration, I suggest that Elijah is just leaving his perch, getting ready to fly faster and faster.

Well now, how does the brass bird look to us as he goes faster? Smaller. And still smaller as he gets to the speed of sound and smaller yet as he flies at half the speed of light. At those speeds it takes special equipment to see him at all. Then, when he gets to “light,” which is to say, the speed of light—186,300 miles per second—Elijah becomes a photon to us as we sit in the living room drinking our coffee.

Where would Elijah, the photon, be at any given moment in time? From our perspective, virtually everywhere. That's interesting, isn't it? The nature of light is such that our attempts to locate it in time are impossible because at light, it exists beyond time. Experiments suggest that the photon, the eagle at light, is everywhere in the room simultaneously. Though we can't see him with the eye, the fact that he is everywhere(as light) is the reason we are able to see the things not moving at the speed of light. It is the steady flow of photons that lets us see one another or read these words of print. Who knows, the photons that brighten this page may be cosmic eagles—or “angels of the Light.”

So far, so good. Don't worry if the illustration isn't precisely accurate, scientifically. Now, how does this room look to Elijah as he flies faster and faster? Things seem to be rushing past him more quickly, that's for sure, faster and faster as he passes over our heads. But, for the eagle's view, something else is happening which is important to take into our thinking (or non-thinking) while we make this illustration. The room becomes smaller and smaller to Elijah as he moves faster—not unlike the way the years seem to move more quickly for us as we grow older in time. Not only does the room grow smaller to Elijah, but so does the tangible universe—smaller, smaller, going, going, and at the speed of light, gone! To the photon, there is neither time nor space. Or, to put it obversely, the photon is everywhere in tangibility at once.

Yet, listen, listen. The photon is ordinary worldly light. It is called “limited” light (by the early Christian Gnostics and me) because it seems to have a strange limit built into itself. The speed of light is calculated by present physics to be “the limiting speed” of the (material) universe—a primary, an absolute—and indeed, Einstein proved that light travels at that constant speed no matter what the rest of tangibility does. The speed of sound has the speed of the sound-maker added to or subtracted from its velocity—but not light. Light travels at the same speed whether the observer is stationary or moving a million miles an hour away from it or toward it—or so they say. Einstein's equation has been proven essentially correct, relative to the photon in our tangible universe. Our worldly experience of matter is somehow pegged to a limited light in motion. 

“Ah so,” as Han would say. So, what? Why the limit? Philosophy and theology—and maybe even a metaphysician here or there—have calculated that infinity is beyond limit. Such thoughts lead to the conclusion that if God exists (God being Illimitability or Light-spelled-with-a-capital), then there must be a Light BEYOND the photon-light we can measure. The ultimate Light must be omnipresent—at rest, Light that doesn't move at all. There is something in the Bible about Light without shadow, isn't there? Welcome to the club, physicists. The Jews and Gnostics, the Hindus and forest wanderers, the Taoists and many others made that determination thousands of years ago and have gone on to use the greater Light to explain things about the lesser which human sophistication is only now beginning to confirm.

If Elijah, traveling at the speed of light, doesn't see this tangible world, what does he see? Another heaven and earth where light may travel at a higher speed, say the theoretical mathematicians—in strange agreement with various spiritual lights of the world. There is surely insight here. When one leaves the physical body at “death,” who is to say that the Child, the Soul of us, doesn't “return to” or become Light again (if, indeed, it has ever stopped being Light)? If tangibility, as we perceive it, doesn't exist “at light” does that mean it doesn't exist? If it exists anyway, how many other universes my be perceived under different conditions?

At the speed of Light there is no more consciousness of time or space—but a new heaven and earth exist “at light” and “the old heaven and earth have passed away.” Could this have been what the Carpenter and the prophets foresaw when they spoke of this world being rolled up like a scroll?—and the one above it as well? How is it that the Gnostics rightly referred to the works of this world as an unreal creation by the dispossessed angel, Lucifer, whose name means Limited light? Since the material universe does seem to be the creation of photons, from which Awareness can't be separated for very long this side of “death,” what relationship exists between the awareness reading these words and the satanic Lucifer? Could the Zen Buddhist and the absolutist who decry all relationships between human consciousness and Reality be right after all? Is there justification for the metaphysical insight that says human consciousness is the anti-Truth? Wouldn't it be a surprise to the churchman who refuses to examine subjectivism to awaken one day to learn he has been enacting the very anti-Christ himself in his refusal to accept God's totality?

Or, could it be, as it has been shown to me, and as I firmly believe, that there is Something beyond all this matter of correct, incorrect, right, left, liberal, conservative, male, female, objective, subjective and all the other dualisms once can perceive? Yes, there is. And something beyond the concept of single/dual as well—even beyond the concept of “beyond.” There is a legitimate question as to whether Reality will be found by intellectualism at all. But it can be found by the simple and childlike. If I have found a small measure of it, I would think anyone can. 

This book is an attempt to go beyond science, philosophy, religion and metaphysics—without leaving them. The mysteries of time and space have intrigued mankind from the beginning. In recent years science has gotten down to real answers in a language most of us can understand. Even more, our technology is putting some of the most esoteric math to the test and the theories indicated quantum are working. The atomic bomb, whose enormous energy appears a threat to all living things, is a verification of theory. Another discovery, in many ways more significant, is holography and all that holography suggests.

Some of the experimental work of mathematicians using their principles of quantum allows us to examine the relative nature of time and perceive the ways we may one day soon be unbound from its limitation.

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The Crack In The Armor of The World

"Flower Fairies" By Sandy Jones 

The Child Within Us Lives! A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 

By William Samuel 

A Crack In The Armor of The World

Nearly everyone understands that the sound of thunder follows the flash of lightning; fewer understand that the flash we see with the eyes is also delayed in time, that the flash follows the actual bolt of lightning by a fraction of a fraction of a second. If you explode a giant firecracker on top of Double Oak Mountain, you will see the flash there before I see it here two miles away, just as you will hear the explosion before I do. Light travels at a finite speed. The flash is fast but not instantaneous. 

Now, let me ask: Do you see that there is Something prior to your own world-view of people, places and things? That is, the image I see across the room—or even in the mirror in front of me—has Something that precedes my view of it, delayed in time by a fraction of a fraction of a second, just like the explosion on the distant hill. As you and I sit here talking to one another, you see your own hands folded in your lap before I do. Our views of your hands seem to be simultaneous, but they are not. At least, not in the space, time world. Everyone thinks, “But we see each other at virtually the same time,. What difference can a billionth of a billionth of a second make?” Ask a particle physicist how much difference that amount of time can make!

Years ago when I first discovered the subjective nature of the tangible universe and realized there was Something Else standing behind everything the world calls material—I called it Principle then—I realized that this knowledge should allow me to see evidences of that prior Principle—perfection where I had been seeing sickness, life in place of death. But such evidences or “demonstrations” did not always come to me on schedule or in the manner I expected. There was no consistency. It wasn't until I discovered the “chink in the armor of matter” that I began having repeatable demonstrations, as the scientist would call their experiments. That chink has to do with space, time and the speed of light. The crack appeared when the logical mind of me could concretely understand why and how it wasn't possible to look outside myself-as-consciousness and see something there instantaneously in time, but I could look within consciousness-as-Awareness and perceive SELFHOOD immediately. Then, that knowledge in hand, I could expect the image “out there” to confirm my Self-knowing, “precept upon precept”—and it did. It does. It must.
Who can explain this miracle to another? There certainly seem to be those within myself who are given to understand the “subjective idea” and those who are not. I do not know why so few understand—especially metaphysicians—but I can guess with assurance that this is the reason men like Jesus have said throughout linear history, “Let him who has ears to hear, understand.”

Now, we come to the wonder of wonders. Suppose I get up in the morning, look into the mirror and see that image in front of me looking like death itself? What am I to do? I know that the Awareness doing the looking precedes that image in world time! As Awareness, I am pure and perfect, no matter WHAT the mirror tells me—or the doctor tells me or anyone else. Identified as Awareness Itself, I exist before time and space I precede time and space. I precede the feelings of the body or any of its appearances. There is an instant of an instant of a second which permits, as time and space go, the misty, ordinary light to intrude with a delineating picture of things. I do not have to accept those appearances as final—nor continue to believe the humanly expected, causal, linear relationships to unfold in space and time as the world predicts.

If I hold out my hand and see evidences of the most horrible sight there—a huge cancer, say, or an angry, sullen mate—I know that there is a lag between what I am and what I see—and that same lag permits the real Light of Truth to alter the tangible seeing with a picture of goodness! If a mother looks out and sees the sight of her child falling under the wheels of a great red truck, she does not HAVE to see the mangled consequences of death and destruction following in time—because the Glimpse of healing Truth comes in that instant of an instant and is perpetually HERE to be seen when we look for it and confidently expect it. As the physicist or mathematician would say, the Glimpse contains “infinite possibilities” within itself.

But, my friend, I had to know why I didn't have to accept the appearance before I could expect to look back into the mirror again and see CONFIRMATION of the immaculate nature of Awareness being confirmed in time and space. Again, I don't know why I had to know that, but I did. Perhaps you must, too—if you expect to see the marvelous confirmations in your experience that I have seen in mine. (This is not the only requirement, of course. There is still the matter of what one is to DO with the glimpse and how one is to live the Equation of living.)

When the physicist or astronomer begins to take the prior consciousness of himself, the experimenter, into account—and begins to examine the awareness which is an integral part of every experiment (and precedes it in time), he will be able to prove the miraculous, even as I have. Why not? The difficulty for the scientist, as for each of us, is turning from self to Self. The old nature of us has many vested interests and doesn't want to be forsaken. I don't believe my world “out there” is going to appear concerned about the perfect Child within themselves that precedes tangibility in time and space until a common disaster looms for all mankind. Could that be what is turning the distant sky so dark and making all that thunder in the far places? Perhaps, but the disaster doesn't have to happen. What can we do to avert it? We find the Child and live the Child's Equation.

The Child Within Us Lives! A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 
By William Samuel
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