The Child Within Us Lives! By William Samuel
The Child Within Us Lives!
A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics
By William Samuel
QUANTUM MAN, THE GUIDED MISSILE
Something enormous is soon to happen in the world; there is no sensitive person who doesn't feel this deeply. In every field—science, religion, philosophy, government, business, or whatever—a strange sense of disquiet is growing, a feeling of Something Imminent. As we look about us, we can see that the world is off course. Many who think they understand, point to drugs, overcrowding, pollution, the overload of information, corrupt government and any number of other possible causes. But what is happening now has a more significant and, as yet, undreamed of cause. The recognition of this deeper dimension comes with a solution for the world's problems! This book is about that.
If we think of mankind in quantum terms—as a single organism—we might picture civilization as a missile moving through time and space. This missile has been on its way for many thousands of years, headed for a special destination for mankind. Its internal guidance mechanism was turned on when the great religions and philosophies arrived to give humane guidance to men. For Western society, the missile's central system was activated at the time of Judaism's declaration of one God, and that declaration, along with similar statements from other cultures, has been the primary directive for society thus far.
When Christianity arose and broke from the popular Judaism of the day, the missile received input that altered the course, much as our satellites today are given in-flight corrections as they move to do their work in the universe. With each discovery or development in history, Eastern or Western, external and internal, have come new adjustments in civilization's direction. None of the developments in this long line of progression have been accidental or "bad," despite the human tendency to judge them so. Everything that has happened has been driving us relentlessly to this present moment and to the events shortly to begin.
Now, imagine the missile of collective civilization nearing its target, ready to receive its final redirection for the next and perhaps last phase of the trip—not unlike the "smart missile" that sees the target ahead and directs the internal mechanism to drive itself straight to the destination. For mankind, the destination is a rediscovery of simple subjectivism, a new mark in non-space and non-time, a fulfillment of the Original Purpose for tangible life on earth.
As far as the relationship between time and space and their interconnections to tangible life goes, the end-game's corrective information is presently being received within the quantum body of civilization. This information is intended to adjust and correct society's major systems for their final movement as mankind comes to discern the true nature of things—particularly time, space, matter and awareness (life). In many ways science, the vanguard of human wisdom, has nearly reached that comprehension already.
What does this final corrective feel like to you and me here in the old-world scene of things? It comes as a new clock turned on within us; as new sensitivity; an increasing intuitiveness; a new perception within us; as certain unfamiliar anxieties, disquiets, stresses and discomforts; as inexplicable fear and depression. Anyone can look at the human scene and see the lids popping off here and there with acts of insanity and people trying to satisfy impossible urges. Who is to say what the northern geese feel before they assemble to make the trek south? Or the butterflies before they start their long upwind search for their ancestral birthplace? I know that dramatic course-altering input is presently arriving within mankind; the sensitive feel it especially. This arrival is not unlike the way the ability to perceive color has developed in mankind in recent millennia. We are told this sense is one of the latest developments of the human brain—but what is presently happening is at a deeper level of mentation. What is it? The arrival of the truly subjective nature of mentation—quantum man's capacity for ever greater introspective self-examination.
At this moment, civilization is a little like a field of cotton beginning to bloom: first a boll here, another there, then more and more until one morning we look out and the entire field is abloom. Or, it is like popcorn popping. One kernel pops, then another and another until there is a veritable explosion of the rest. Hard pressed, shaken together and running over, mankind is coming into a conscious knowledge of a subjective sense of things which is certain to alter the course of civilization. The first "blooms" have been the prophets, the seers, the avatars, the insightful, those with eyes to see and ears to hear. Now the field is turning white with the ability to perceive subjectively. Confusion abounds at the unrecognized newness of it all. Now that subjectivism is here, no one knows what to do with it. The major divisions of human activity have not made the necessary adjustments to allow the missile the freedom to change course. Neither education, government, religion nor metaphysics has made the full turn demanded of them—and the time is short. In certain areas, science, with the help of subjective quantum mechanics, has adjusted reasonably well as it goes along searching the vistas of tangibility, but it remains to be seen what scientists will do with their information once it becomes clear that they are now, and always have been, examining consciousness.
People are individually willing to adjust, as their intuitions and feelings come into focus, but the controlling groups to which they belong, are vigorously holding to the old ways, refusing to listen to the New Sounds within. Either the institutions of mankind adjust to allow men to change mental course, or there will be a sociological anguish unparalleled in human history.
Pertaining to this subjective capability within myself, I have come to perceive special things about time, space, and matter that seem to be generally unknown; yet it is essential that Everyman begin to understand them. Like so many of the things that have been shown to me in the past, I know that mankind and his science will find them soon.
I left the woodland's edge and looked at the mountain. No one had prepared me for the sight. No one had said that such a mountain existed. I stood there transfixed, my heart saying, "Hey! This is a mountain to climb!" Except for that moment, there was no wait. With no more than a broken pencil, half a tablet of paper and the clothes on my back, I struck out for the top. I take no credit for this climb because anyone who saw what I saw would have begun his climb as well—and immediately, exactly as I did. But, these years later, the same mountain stands at the edge of the same woodland and there are few who have made the trek to the top. If they knew the view from the peak of that mountain, they would not wait to find it or to make the climb.
I found the river as I found the mountain, unexpectedly. No one had told me about the river; it wasn't on the map. This was a strange and beautiful river, one to explore. Except for the time required to build a raft, there was no waiting to set out and follow the river wherever it went. Pushing away from the bank, I began a long journey to Somewhere. It was a coincidence, perhaps, that I began the journey that day with no supplies but the clothes on my back, a single pencil and half a tablet of paper. I am sure many persons have made the same journey, but to this day, I find few who even know of the river.
THE COTTON FIELD
Rachel and I found the special field one day when we took a wrong turn on the river. We walked out into the newly plowed ground of a cotton field and saw a white stone glistening in the light. I remember the yelp of joy when we realized that the stone shining in the sunshine was an ancient projectile point. Ten thousand years before, as linear time goes, someone had stood where we were standing, holding a long spear tipped with a white quartz stone. Ten thousand years later, we held the stone in our hand—and there were no other hands intervening—nor years.
THE FIVE TREES
I have been back to the cotton field many times during the past twelve years and have taken others there. There are five huge twin oaks that surround the field. I have become friends with those trees and have learned their secrets.
The mountain climb, the time on the river and the experiences in the cotton field are the subject of this book. It is a difficult story to tell because all of these events, while separate in linear time, are happening simultaneously in non-time for all of us. Each event has its own story and I have written a book about each one—but now, in a wonderful and simple way, the stories have become one Story, intricately interwoven with the tangible world and its people, its poets and dreamers, its scientists and sophisticates, its wise and simple seekers and all their gentle things—birds and kittens, children and ancients.
More, each of these stories is already woven into the experience of the reader who reads this book, whoever he or she might be. Not everyone who reads these words will understand all they have to say, but those who understand the least part of them will never be the same again. They will see from atop my great mountain; they will flow with my river; and they will find a white stone in a white field that is ready for harvest. That field will be harvested soon.