William Samuel

William Samuel
William Samuel

Wednesday, November 6, 2024

A LETTER ON HUMAN GOVERNMENT


 Joy Sings - by Sandy Jones



Joy Sings - by Sandy Jones





A LETTER ON HUMAN GOVERNMENT - by William Samuel, 1972

The age old struggle between idealism and materialism continue with materialism making the most apparent gains. The genuine idealist is becoming rather difficult find.

Now we have reached the point, right here in America, when our two political parties are, in their very essence, embodiments of these two extremes. Idealism, the least popular, because the least understood, is the basis for the conservative view of government. On the other hand, materialism is the foundation for the liberal view of government.

It is my hope that someone will come along who is capable of pointing out so that all can clearly understand the basic difference is these two views.

They are diametrically opposed one to the other. One says that “ideal society” can and must be regulated by laws; the other declares that the fewer laws the better an individual is able to operate to build the ideal society. The later group points out that "laws" are “regulations of human conduct” and that “freedom” is the “absence of regulations.” They maintain that we are removing our freedom by over regulating ourselves with laws at all levels of government and that we must reverse the trend lest one day we find all our personal freedom gone the way of government, rule, and regulation, for which we must pay the bill.

It is interesting to note that such a struggle between opposite points of view was waged in China 2500years ago. Confucius advocated a powerful central government of law and regulations. Loatse, on the other hand, quietly maintained that the less law and less government the better. Confucius carried the day because the bulk of the people approved the idea of a great central caretaker and regulator of their problems. The Loatsen view called for personal humility in the face of Divine Law which was already perfectly established and which could be discerned and followed by men if they didn’t allow themselves to be carried away, distracted, inundated by human laws, rules an regulation.

History records that the strong governments eventually become corrupted in an era of gross materialism, void of religion, and fell apart. Yet the Laotsen ideas became the basis for one of the most magnificent religions the world has ever known—its idealism still a major influence in the world today.

Mayhap someone will also point out that communism can only thrive in an atmosphere of materialism. Whereas genuine religion thrives only in an atmosphere of idealism. Communism is a dead duck in the conservative society. Religion is a gonner in the liberal atmosphere. This is not to say that a liberal is a communist, but it is to say that most liberals are unaware that their own governmental regulation of human conduct is an equal and opposite remover of personal freedom, which, by definition is "the absence of regulation." Neither are they aware that their ideas are rooted in materialism, the belief that money, property, “things” et al, are more important than the overriding "Isness" which is being all "things." Many materialists I know pride themselves in the power of their ‘mind’ while all the while they hold that very mind in total subjection to their opinion of “things."

The idealist, on the other hand, holds that "things" are secondary to mind, life, consciousness which he equates with God. The materialist must eventually equate his regulating government (who controls the “things” he considers so important) with God. This, of course, is precisely what communism preaches.
Humanity is prone to consider everything it thinks and does from the basis of the appearing. It recons reality from the seen and heard. Its aim and intention is to correct the errors of appearance. Suppose a mathematician did this. Suppose he did all his figuring and calculating from the standpoint of all the errors which appeared on the misworked paper. He would't get much done. As a matter of fact, he wouldn’t get anything done. He wouldn’t solve the first error until he left the mistake long enough to check into the principle of arithmetic which would show him what was wrong about the problem and how to solve it.

So long as humanity is concerned only with the "things" of perception and pays no heed to the very perfect principle of Reality which is the basis for all ‘things’ ---and which, when understood, is the harmony and perfection of all experience---it will suffer the consequences of its own misinterpretation of “things.” Mankind must leave the errors of human experience in order to have done with them, just as the mathematician must "leave" the problem in order to entertain the “answer” to the problem. The answer to the problem is always, always, Reality, God.

William Samuel 1972 - Mountain Brook, Alabama



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Tuesday, November 5, 2024

THE CHILD WITHIN US LIVES! INTRODUCTION


Artwork by Alexa Bliss Jones
 
by William Samuel 



INTRODUCTION


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.


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  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.




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Monday, November 4, 2024

THE INNER CLOCK AND THE WORLD TRAVAIL


 Gift of Love - by Sandy Jones




THE INNER CLOCK AND THE WORLD TRAVAIL

"....The world has begun the travail that ends in the birth of the Child within—Messiah, Redeemer, Savior!—closer than breathing, closer than fingers and toes, not far off but here all the while. What is more, we will see THEN that this Event, the “Birthing,” has every bit, each step of the way, been foreseen by the lights and prophets, Eastern and Western, above and below, first and last, male and female. More, all of this will be WONDERFUL—precisely what has been called for from the beginning—naught but GOOD going on—the REBIRTH of the Original Image of Godhead.

How do I know these things are true? I was shown all of this wonder forty years ago at the pond and didn't believe a bit of it—no way!—but, in the years since, having been faithful to the Vision, having been tested by it and forced to live it, its veracity PROVEN line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little, there a little; and having found confirmation for every Glimpse given, and having LIVED the Quantum of Mind as Awareness confirmed—and tested by THAT—I have been told these many years later to WRITE my findings to my inner Selfhood and “prepare the way” for the Child's rebirthing and reappearance in “the world.” I have done that as best I could.

By the time this book is published, the “quantum appearing” of the divine discontent will have kicked in for the world-at-large. Not bad, but GOOD happening. The Child, the “Children of God” will 
survive...."



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Wednesday, December 6, 2023

The Christ Child Is the Simple Child — Beyond Metaphysics



Christmas Angel  -  Sulamith 
Wülfing



THE CHRIST CHILD IS THE SIMPLE CHILD  - By William Samuel

—BEYOND METAPHYSICS


 Christmas is for children, therefore it is for everyone. All men are little boys at heart; all women, little girls. If the child-joy of the holidays has lessened over the years, it is only because the child-one-is has grown world-weary of the struggle to measure up to everyone’s expectations—tired of intellectualism, of the ponderous choices that judgment demands and of the guilt we allow to be heaped on the heart. 


 If one would joy in the holidays again—as in those days of yore when, in anticipation of Christmas, evergreens were decorated in the schoolroom with homemade decorations and popcorn, when childhood gifts were wrapped and buried under the tree in secret, and the grand fragrance of pine and burning logs and candles filled the home, and colored lights twinkled through the tinsel on the tree… If we would full feel those pleasures again with enthusiasm unabated by years then let us uncover and vent the HEART again! Let us put intellectualism aside for a time and let the child-heart sing.


 We really ARE children “at heart” and remain so eternally. No matter how one’s world may seem this day as these words are read, the child of us still lives! Lives as much as ever it did in years gone by—as much and as lively!


Gentle grandmother with tear-streaked face, longing for children and companions in distant places, listen to Me: you have NOT been left behind to grow old. You are not one bit less Child than they. Not one bit less aware. Not less joyous nor alive than they. You are this day LESS the adult, MORE the Child. Our years past are the adult lived in vain—that we could find the Child again! The WHOLE Child; the Christ Child. The Heart of us is the Christ Child right here, right Now.


ALL –RIGHTNESS


Reader, let me paint a simple picture for you, the Substance of which (behind the words, beyond the words) touches down DIRECTLY on the heart of “illumination” and its attendant “Peace that passeth understanding.”


Suppose this very minute we are seated in a comfortable little cottage surrounded by the familiar objects we have grown to love. Outside stands a great White Oak, tall strong and silent in the quiet of evening. A late Fall sun hangs low and yellow in the sky. A distant hawk soars high and proud, circling its nest below. The fragrance of the season fills the air. Distant sounds whisper of happiness; little boys calling their dogs, little girls giggling. The aroma of something cooking tells of a meal to be enjoyed soon.


There is a quiet peace in such a moment, is there not? Yes—an inner sense of all-rightness. And it deepens. The year end serenade of crickets adds another dimension. Croaks of fat frogs add depth to the reverie. Anticipation of a book to read, a visit from a friend, a favorite television show add the sage and spice. All these small things conspire to open the sleeping heart and vent that wondrous inside feeling of all-rightness. In such a moment we breathe lightly, our feet barely touch the ground and all is well with the world. All-rightness!


Our scene continues and the stars are popping out one by one, twinkling. The older frogs are getting in to the act now—basses and contraltos, depending on girth of rib-cage and size of mouth. The hawk has settled on a limb near its nest. The dinner’s aroma is all there; the book awaits an opening and turning of the pages; the friend is still to visit… All-rightness! All-rightness!

       

But the phone rings suddenly, loudly, urgently. An excited voice tells you you are just one more struggle away from some grand human achievement—an office perhaps, or the winning of something spectacular, complete with accolade to swell the ego. “What move are you going to make now?” the voice asks excitedly. “You must do something quickly!” it commands. The thought comes that you are only a few social obligations from fulfilling your weekly, monthly, yearly duties—or only a few maneuvers from a big splash or grand promotion or something else contingent on living up to the expectations of others. What happens now to our sense of All-rightness? What happens, what happens, what happens…?


(Oh gentle reader, read now with your heart! The words alone can’t say it all, but your heart can hear and feel beyond the intellect’s highest plateau and understand beyond the limits of science’s reason and logic.) The phone has rung. An assortment of sordid thoughts has entered the scene—as nearly ALWAYS they do. But the stars are still twinkling. The ingredients, the SUBSTANCE of the evening’s All-rightness, HAVE NOT CHANGED ONE WHIT. But the world with its limits of intellectualism has beckoned. Human position, power, prestige, security and satisfaction may have been waved in your face like a proud banner to be won. Once again we have heard the old refrain, “Worship me and I will give you everything this world has to offer. Fall down at my feet and I will shower you with all the world holds dear. Ah, but there is one thing to be withheld.”


What is withheld? Always, always, that sweet, simple sense of All-rightness. That restful, joyful feeling of All-rightness. The joy of the here and now MOMENT, uncluttered, free, pristine, pure and clearly discerned; the exuberant joy, the here and now consciousness of simplicity as it IS; the wonder of small things, the conscious experience of an unchallenged humility; the heard sounds of crickets and little girls giggling; the LISTENED TO sounds of happy dogs frisking and dinner dishes tinkling; the enjoyed feeling of anticipation: simplicity lived and enjoyed without worry, without competition, without concern for offending someone or failing to measure up to others’ expectations; without concern for personal position at all.


Consider the activity surrounding most (but not all!) of those in high places, those successful in the eyes of the world. Consider the pressures, the demands, the planning and calculating, the decisions and groping efforts to arrive at this goal. Imagine the manipulation, the demonstration, the desire, the anguishing aches and pains, frustrations, and confusions to FORCE everything to conform to a human concept of success and happiness. What does all this do to our evening sky? Nothing at all to the sky—but what havoc we allow it to play to the comprehension of the evening sky!


Who can see a star while worrying about a reputation to defend? Who can smell the simple fragrance of a freshly pressed dress while scurrying to uphold a vaunted position or while attempting to measure up to the never ending demands of family, friends and society to whom no measure is ever sufficient? From the beginning we have been told and told and told that personal desire is anathema to the delicate equilibrium of FELT inner peace, the conscious presence of All-rightness! “How in hell many times do I have to be told!?” I asked myself that day I bent down at the pond, drank its cool water, stood up and beheld a new heaven and a new earth everywhere. That day I became CONSCIOUS of the All-rightness of EVERYTHING just as it is.


Having discovered the loveliness and gentleness of All-rightness, why give it up for anything so temporal as personal position or prestige—or to a personal ability and power believed to be owned by a ‘me’?


“But that isn’t practical enough!” shouted Lee Ann. “The phone DID ring. Demands ARE made of me. My sense of All-rightness was shattered. How does one hold to those magic moments, Master Han?”


“By not allowing unimportant matters to shatter them,” the old man answered softly. “We all seem to fall away,” he continued, “and this is how it should be, else one would never let go the identity who believes it can fall and needs to be lifted again.”


“You are talking riddles,” shouted Ho. “I am a business man. I can’t spend all my time gawking at the sky and listening to bullfrogs!”


“Nor can I,” laughed Han. “One doesn’t have to when he finds that the evening sky, the frogs, the phone calls and feelings are not OUTSIDE the very God-awareness one is. The UNIVERSE exists within the awareness, the Life, that hears these words. It is this knowledge, not what one sees, that allows one to be conscious of All-rightness.”


“Then a business man can experience this wonder in the midst of his activity?” asked Ho.


“Yes,” said Han emphatically, “so long as selfish motive and desire are subdued. Even the soldier in the midst of battle is not separate from All-rightness. He may become aware of it at any moment.”


Reader, I know this is so BECAUSE I HAVE LIVED IT SO—as a struggling business man—as an Infantry soldier in battle.

“But why did you have to do those things?” I’ve been asked many times. 


How ELSE could I KNOW beyond the human limit of reason and logic that “All-rightness is “without variableness, neither shadow of turning”? That All-rightness is the Comforter whom the Christ Child speaks of with such authority? That the Child-Joy of EVERY season remains unabated? That “lest ye become again as little children…”?


So, what to do after the disquieting phone call? How about taking that walk after dinner to hear the bullfrogs? And a time by the fire or in front of the Christmas tree just watching sparkles, twinkles and dreams through the eyes of childhood? It could just be, and likely will, that during those quiet moments the “what to do” about the phone call will drop in your lap like a sugarplum.


The tender heart, in moments of honesty and childlikeness, will at special moments allow one to become aware of a new heaven and earth; a new land of perfection and well-being, already present here and now, spread over the whole face of the land—and a perfect harmony that has always been here as our very own Life and Being. It is as though, in these moments of inner clarity, the resistless Child of us allows something to flow from the peripheral unconscious into the conscious; as if, for a moment, the ego-playing mask is put aside and in an instant we see, hear, feel and know some small aspect of Being unseen before. This knowing comes with its own grace and absolute certainty… for a moment.


For a moment? Why just a moment?


Listen gently: However unregenerate, scarlet and guilty we may think we are, these special moments are not uncommon to any of us. They happen often but are so quickly under attack. While they arrive like a cooling, healing rain on parched land, though they come like a breath of fresh air, like sunshine, like a smile, like a gentle touch, like laughter, like the song of a night bird in the midst of a dark and sleepless night, they come also like a swinging, sundering sword, like sharp spike that shakes, shatters, slaps and sickens the old nature of us and sends the fearful of us back to the ego-defenses again—that put the old mask in place again.


For me—and I can speak of no other experience with authority—each new glimmer of Light has come from my anguish, helplessness and childlikeness. Yet, it was only a matter of days, hours, minutes until that very glimmer had so aroused and angered the intellect of me, the adult of me, the great “common sense” and smartness of me, that I would shove the New Light back into the darkness of intellectualism. “I was just carried away. It was the emotion of the moment” I would say attempting to limit the Illimitable to an explanation, as the intellect ever insists!


But, Reader, now I know—I KNOW without doubt or reservation, “without purpose of evasion”—that the immaculate Child is ever-present to disclose the utter simplicity of Being and its All-rightness! Yes. Yes, this is so! The Child of us LIVES!


Who sees the sparkling stars? Who enjoys the brighted Christmas tree, hears the carol, smells the Yule log and scented candle? Whose LIFE is here but God-Life-I?


Where is the bell tower that heralds the season? Where falls the soft snow? Where is the laughing face, the ribboned gift, the mistletoe and the vision of sugar-plums? Here! Here as Identity-I! Here as the Child-awareness that God-Life is! Here as the very one WE are.


Yes! The One WE are.


Finally, dear friend…


…as the old crumbles around us, as the era of shadows ends, 

we need not be disturbed. The demise of valuelessness is the end of nothing. It is, rather, the recognition of Something! Holding to childlike simplicity, we see the profound. Ever searching for the profound, simplicity escapes us… So, we live the Child—and find our guiltlessness, our freedom, our All-rightness—and our Comforter!

      

Warm Love From Woodsong, 

William Samuel  


Essay from Woodsong Journal Notes by William Samuel  - December 1980



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