LETTER TO LORETTA

Dear lady with the bright eyes,

I give you this parting gift “such as I have.” It is about Glimpses and Glimmers. They are tiny seeds.

You have decided to begin a simple journal and examine your inmost thoughts. Grand! Right in the front of your notebook, mark a section for GLIMPSES. The words you write there will become very special as you will see.

Sit still for a time and think back in your life to recall a special moment. Record what you can of it—when that special moment happened; where; whatever is remembered and, if you can, what you learned. For some of us, only a time or two from a lifetime may come to mind. I don't remember much about the Glimpses from my early youth. But if we can remember ONE instance in our life, that is enough to begin discovering the Secret of Secrets. That Glimpse is a seed which will still germinate just as did the ancient seed found in the tombs of the Egyptians and Romans.

When we write about our Glimpses of Light, we are preparing ourselves for ANOTHER glimpse. If we want another, we write and tell of those we've had. There is no better way to get them, no magic study that will continue to bring them forever; no book will produce another half so well as the telling of those we've already had. Listen carefully: We TELL the old ones; we receive NEW ones.

The journal entry—even if only a single word that reminds us of that long ago Glimpse—does something wonderful and mysterious, indeed. It prepares the way for someone to enter our experience, someone to whom we can tell that Glimpse! Don't ask me why. I only know it DOES—magically. You can see for yourself as quickly as you try it. I don't know the psychological and metaphysical factors involved, but I know our experience is SUBJECTIVE, and when I write my Glimpse, I (1) prepare the way for someone to come into this tangible experience to hear it, and (2) when I tell it, I get more Glimpses.

Jesus said that the man old in years will not hesitate to ask a child of seven days about his place in heaven. When we find the Child within, we begin receiving Glimpses again, and slowly, line upon line, we ourselves become that “Child of seven days” to whom our entire subjective world will one day turn. Those Glimpses we've had, prove to us that we are the Child of God. The man we tell them to is our own subjective selfhood-in-time. When we share the Glimpse we have come to understand and confirm, we have done a portion of what we are on the green earth to do—to proclaim the REAL, the GOOD and the TRUE. This is what completing the interface is all about.

Loretta, when the Glimpse comes, it comes with healing on its wings! It is the medicine we need most, the elixir of youth. It comes with the strength and power of an eagle to lift us and carry us aloft on wings of fire. It comes with REAL power that heals the sick and binds up the broken hearted—not just for ourselves and those we know, but for all to whom we give it. But we must GIVE it, Loretta; we must COMPLETE THE INTERFACE. You know how seldom I use that word “must,” but we must follow through with the transaction and clap our hands in the cathedral. If we don't, then the little we've been given is taken from us, exactly as Jesus and the prophets said.

Well, little lady who gave Rachel and me a port in the storm, here is the explanation of what I did that worked for me. These words are the instruction that finally arrives in our experience to be seen and understood when we are ready—saying exactly what we and EVERYONE can do. They are words that have come from the fire of life and living—refined, tested and proven. Anyone can put these words to the TEST and see for himself whether or not Samuel is writing nonsense. No one will know until he has tried them and tested them, will he? Try me, Loretta find me out. “Prove me now herewith!”

I look at our Harry and know it isn't too late, even for him lying there in that hospital, tied to tubes and bags. He lies there telling others of his Light!

His children listen and are amazed. They think he is passing along his wisdom to educate them, to help them, but Harry is doing that for HIMSELF because, with the telling, comes more Light to be seen and shared. The Glimpses bring SPIRITUAL TREASURE and “another world” where time isn't what it seems to be. It is the “more to see” that brings healing and health, well-being, spiritual riches and all the things that are TAKEN WITH US when we finally understand and let go temporality in this human condition.

I don't know the end of this matter; Lady Loretta of the bright eyes, but what sings in my heart, day after day, is that these GLIMPSES are the spiritual treasure we take Wherever we “go.” They are all that's really real of this tangible experience in time. They are the “treasure laid up in (timeless) Heaven.”

Why and how do I believe this so? Because, from Glimmer to Glimmer no time intervenes. In the midst of Light there is no passage of time from one glimpse to the next. All the human events between are forgotten—dream stuff that slips away. My Harry is learning how REAL the Glimpses of Truth and how insubstantial the rest of the human experience except to confirm the Nature of Deity.

Even as I was writing this, two calls came from the few who know Rachel and I are here. They told of WONDERS and EXCITEMENT in their experience as the consequence of the last NOTES. Those notes were Me “telling my Glimpses” to me. The calls were the responses coming back as more Light and Life. The tangible calls came because the tangible effort was made to give the Glimpse. This is part of the Equation. We make no effort, we get no response.

So, right here at this sweet little cottage, you've seen these ideas lived and practiced. You've watched them produce MORE Light that has enlivened everyone.

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