Parable of the Blossom and the Vine

Springtime Roses

Excerpt from "The Awareness of Self-Discovery"   - by William Samuel 

CHAPTER 10

The Parable of the Blossom and the Vine

Once upon a time, a morning glory blossom bloomed on a fence post. It looked out and gave its view of the surrounding pasture. "This is how things are," it said. Hanging from the fence's middle rail, a higher blossom on the vine looked out and saw the same pasture but its view was higher and more expansive. "No, this is how things are," it said.

But the lower blossom argued, "You have been led astray. You have abandoned the original and fundamental view of things. Further more," it said to the higher blossom, "you are talking about things I cannot understand."

Whereupon the bloom hanging from the center rail looked down its lovely petals and averred that from its higher place it could see new things to talk about. "I am in a position to judge the immaturity of your view," it said to the bloom on the bottom. "Quite simply, you are not absolute as I am and you will never understand my view until you reach my level of comprehension or until you have suffered as much as I have."

Now it happened that at the very top of the fence, a third blossom opened its face to the sunshine, looked about, examined itself and discovered that its real identity was not blossom at all but vine; vine entire; vine-being blossom; vine being every leaf, every winding stem and twisting feeler of the morning glory. In new self-knowledge it declared, "While closed within myself as a bud in darkness, I believed I was a blossom; but now, turned from the dark self to the light, I find Identity vastly more than mere bud. VINE am I, above and below, first and last!  These blossoms are ME. It is my SELF I see. The vista of EVERY vision is included as this single vine I be."

it said to the bloom on the bottom. "Quite simply, you are not absolute as I am and you will never understand my view until you reach my level of comprehension or until you have suffered as much as I have."

Now it happened that at the very top of the fence, a third blossom opened its face to the sunshine, looked about, examined itself and discovered that its real identity was not blossom at all but vine; vine entire; vine-being blossom; vine being every leaf, every winding stem and twisting feeler of the morning glory. In new self-knowledge it declared, "While closed within myself as a bud in darkness, I believed I was a blossom; but now, turned from the dark self to the light, I find Identity vastly more than mere bud. VINE am I, above and below, first and last!  These blossoms are ME. It is my SELF I see. The vista of EVERY vision is included as this single vine I be."

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Needless to say, as we begin living the all-inclusive "vine-view" of singleness, oneness, allness, the old, habitual way of looking at things cries out in awful condemnation. It considers an all-inclusive ONENESS something to speculate about, theorize about, talk and argue about, even write about but not to live—because, living it excludes the "bud-view" as either correct or incorrect. It simply sees the bud view as the bud view, this church's view or that philosophy's view as a view being a view, all a part of the whole picture.

It is well to add, we have not really forsaken the bud view of things so long as we attempt to defend the Vine's views by criticism and condemnation of the buds. This is only more of the same self-condemnation of the buds. The whole purpose of our study of Truth is to awaken to the futility of such self-condemnation and of our reactions to it. When we do, we find ourselves LIVING a new peace beyond the bud's comprehension.

THE TRUTH ABOUT IDENTITY

WE DO NOT HAVE TO LEARN TRUTH! This is a notion to be discarded. Whether we like it or not, we are learning that we already ARE the Truth.  There is a whale of a difference. Just the knowledge of this fact speeds Self-discovery. How? It has us properly identified. Since I am the Truth, I am not one who is searching FOR the truth. AS the Truth, I am seeking, finding and becoming aware of the many vistas of my Self-identification. As one attempting to learn the Truth as if it were separate and apart from myself, I am forever falling into the intellectual outhouse of confusion and anguish. Either we will forsake that identification in time or watch ourselves attempt to live its destruction. That one is already swimming in polluted water.

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With that in mind, the following statements can be understood easily:

It is not WHAT we read that matters so much as the knowledge of WHO reads; but if WHAT we read tells us honestly WHO reads, this is to be preferred to the WHAT that indicates (even by inference) that we are a struggling, imperfect, ignorant mortal identity searching for wisdom. 

However, once we know who reads, the WHAT can be seen for whatever value it may appear to have, even if it is written from the total absence of a knowledge of WHO really reads.

The literature to be wary of is that which professes to be "absolute" while addressing itself to unawakened mortals. If we cannot find something to read that speaks to the Self as the Self is, then we should get busy and write it—and put it into our own understood language of simple honesty.

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We are not struggling to put off the old man. We are about the effortless business of letting go the BELIEF of an old man, a mortal identity. This is to end the belief that beliefs are really going on—and THEN to find ourselves comprehending what "appearances" are.

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God would be a sadist if one's saving grace depended on a detailed knowledge of philosophy. What kind of god would require continual delving into the abstruse and arcane lore of mysticism or metaphysics as a passport to a Reality that is already ONLY and unchallenged?

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Three Slow Steps

 

Book Cover - Artwork - by Alexa B. Jones

THE SECRET CONTAINS THREE SLOW STEPS

If someone were to come here today, and if by some marvel I could communicate so completely I could give him every secret I knew, it would do him very little immediate good in the world. How so? Because he must first build the self-confidence that he is indeed what has been revealed to him. This happens for us precept upon precept, and it takes time in the world. When that confidence is established, he alone builds his credibility in his world—a credibility he has in hand before he can set out to do for his subjective world what he knows is finally necessary to do. I am certain this is why I was given mysteries forty years before I was told that “my time had come.” It will not take so much time for those who come to me now.

THE ELEMENTS OF THE SECRET

Discovering the Child; living the Equation; subjectivism. These three constitute the living life of love.

When the child is first discovered, one can barely believe what he has found. Then, when the Equation is disclosed, he ever so slowly gets the courage to live it. When the subjective idea finally and fully arrives and he learns that He is the Christ Itself to his own newly discovered subjective world, he is troubled mightily at the magnitude of the work; he stands in utter amazement at what he is called upon to do for everyone. But, with God's Grace, he persists—here a little, there a little. 

It has been shown to me that the Child I have found is soon to be found by many more in this, my subjective world. Those who find It within themselves will strengthen one another as they communicate in love and encouragement, one to another. They will give the necessary strength to those who have felt a measure of their findings. Then as the Equation is lived, they will encourage others to live it also, bringing the world to bloom with a new community of Child-Children. They will have the seed of the Father within them.

A SPECIAL LETTER

There are three difficult stages for our breakout into Light: 

1. It is difficult to recognize that the Child within is the same Child we were when we were child-children. That is, it seems unbelievable that the way we saw things as a six- or seven-year-old is the way we are actually capable of seeing things again, here and now, no matter what our human age or that now we can go still further and see the infinite Original of Ourself! A necessary-for-a-time veil hangs before the eyes and the heart, which precludes the easy ability to think of the Child as anything but a fantasy, a dream of Pollyanna.

2. Equally slow and difficult is the understanding that the Child within us is the actual Christ Light of us. They are the same One and they are WE, I, Us, Identity.

3. The third area of personal difficulty comes in our moving from theory and mental speculation about the Child, to action here in the world. Understandable mountains of human intransigence and disbelief stand between our recognition within and the world outside. It is only line upon line that our actions in the world are recognized in the world. Then, one by one those around us begin to see the Child of us, and the Child of themselves. Bit by bit, here a little, there a little, our credibility grows, the wonders are seen and recognized. Finally, our entire subjective world (internal and external) responds!

Without the Child, first and foremost, the subjective view is nothing more than a personal attempt to manipulate the scene to one's advantage: without the Child, the equation can't be fully comprehended; without the Child, one is dead. Without the Child and the Child's Equation, science flounders, without direction.

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Celestial Song

Old Croak and the House of Mirrors

 

"Lilly Pond" by Sandy Jones

Excerpt from

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

 by William Samuel 

OLD CROAK AND THE HOUSE OF MIRRORS

A story of discontent and discernment.

Old Croak lived in a mill pond with ten thousand other frogs. Each night he sang in the chorus and their melody could be heard for miles.

Upon reaching manhood, Croak felt a disquiet grow within himself and he decided there was more to life than singing songs from lily pads. “this incessant peeping and croaking is driving me mad,” he said. “What I need is quiet!”  Bidding his friends goodbye one night, Croak made a gigantic leap into the darkness of Anywhere But Here.

As it happened, a carnival which had closed for the night was located in the field beside the pond. Croak's mighty leap carried him up and over the pond and through a small opening into the very center of the House of Mirrors. Not knowing where he had landed, Croak sat huddled in the inky darkness of the closed hall of mirrors, awaiting the morning light. Everything was silent and, strangely, Croak missed the chorus that evening. 

“Croak,” said Old Croak. His voice was louder than usual and it echoed weirdly. It was more resonant as well—but there was no reply. “That's funny,” said Croak. He was alone in his silence, and for the first time, his disquiet included a sense of loneliness.

The next morning, Croak opened his eyes to find himself in the center of ten thousand frogs. His loneliness disappeared immediately.

“Aha!” he said. “You decided to follow me here. Why didn't you answer me last night when I croaked?”

Ten thousand mouths moved, but no sound came from any of them. Croak was puzzled. 

“Why don't you answer me?” he asked. Ten thousand mouths moved, but there was still no answer. Croak frowned. 

“What kind of silly game is this?” Ten thousand frogs frowned and moved their mouths, but there was only silence.

“Is this the kind of punishment I get for complaining about singing in the chorus every night?” he asked. Ten thousand mouths moved in silence. Croak stamped the floor in anger ad threw himself into a double backward flip. Ten thousand angry frogs stamped the floor and threw themselves into double backward flips.

“What is this?” the surprised Croak wondered. “I thought I was the only one at the pond who could do a double backward flip,” mumbled the humbled Croak. “They've been holding out on me,” he said, sulking to the floor. Ten thousand frogs mumbled silently. Ten thousand frogs sulked to the floor.

As the days went by, Croak came to several conclusions—almost metaphysical conclusions. “I've gone deaf,” he thought. “Somehow the might leap from the lily pad has damaged my hearing.” Then, more seriously, in the way of a good thinker who thinks a lot, he thought, “I'm being punished by God or the other frogs. They are mocking every move I make.” But after a few more days Croak's metaphysics turned deeper. He decided there was surely greater meaning behind the appearances than he first believed. “Aha,” he croaked, “There is real metaphysical significance here! Definitely. Yes, definitely. In the first place, I notice that no one moves unless I move. That's a hint. If I hop a short distance, they hop a short distance. If I do a mighty backward double flip, they do precisely the same. It seems to me that what is being made plain here is that I am the power of this scene. Yes, yes. I am the power here. Everyone does what I do, yes. Now, there must be another step. Aha! Now I shall teach them to do what I SAY to do!”

“All right, you guys,” said the reinvigorated Croak. “Enough of this togetherness stuff. I want to be alone; therefore, I want all of you to get the hell out of here!”

Ten thousand mouths moved, but that was all.

“O.K. Now,” Croak began again, “all of you idiots pay attention to me. I am your teacher!” He had their attention.”Leave the room!” Croak ordered. Ten thousand mouths moved, but no one left the room.

“Well,” thought Croak, “apparently I must lead the way and show them how to do what I say to do because I want them to do what I want them to do.” He ordered them to leave the room again, and, this time, as he spoke, he jumped behind a piece of brickabrack on the floor. From behind the brickabrack, Croak could see only half the frogs in room. “Good!” he shouted. “Good! Half of you crazy croakers have left the room just as I ordered. All right now, guys, all of you that are out of the room, stay out, and all of you that are still in the room, leave the room like THIS.” As he said this, Croak leaped from behind the brickabrack. Promptly, half the frogs jumped from Croak's view, but the other half jumped back into the room. 

“Oh, come on, fellow! Come on, now!” Ten thousand frog mouths moved in insolent silence. “All right. Let's try that again,” said Croak. But wherever he hopped and whatever he did, he could never get all the frogs to leave the room. At one point he leaped into a box and thought for a moment he was alone. Then, looking directly overhead, he saw ten thousand frogs peering down at him from identical boxes.

“Smart asses!” shouted Croak, leaping back into the center of the room, followed by ten thousand mocking frogs.

“I have learned to read lips and you jerks have just called me a smart ass,” he moaned. “Oh, this is too much for me. I must be alone. I simply must get away from here!”

That night Croak sat on the floor sobbing silently. He thought of the old days when darkness was a time for singing and sunshine a time for playing. “In those days I wasn't leading the world of frogs, trying to make them do the things that were pleasing to me,” he thought. “Oh my. The world does everything I do but nothing I tell it to do.”

Then, in anguish he said, “I give up. I surrender. Whatever the Scheme of things in this world, it is too much for me to fathom.” At that moment, through his tears, Croak beheld a shaft of moonlight streaking through a hole in the wall.

Without hesitation and with no thought whatever for the consequence, Croak mustered every ounce of strength he could find and leaped through the hole toward the moonlight above. It was a mighty, mighty leap. A backward, triple somersault, full gainer; double twist with a jackknife that put him over the House of Mirrors onto a lily pad in the middle of the pond. “Hallelujah!” thought the relieved frog. 

The moonlight was very bright that night. Croak looked around and not one of the ten thousand frogs was in sight. “At last I am alone!” he rejoiced in delight—to be answered by ten thousand voices celebrating his return.

Croak was sort of glad. “They are saying what they want to say,” he thought. “I'm not alone with myself anymore, or am I?”

Meanwhile, back at the house of mirrors, one mirror asked another, “Have you ever seen ten thousand frogs jump out of a room all at once, like that?”

“Goodness no,” the other mirror answered. “They sure died in a hurry, didn't they?”

“They didn't die,” said the first mirror. “They simply moved on to another plane of consciousness.”

“Plane, schplane. What does that mean? They're dead and gone,” said the corner mirror. “I saw them all leap into the fire at once.”

“They're still alive,” another mirror said. “Hold my hand and I'll contact them.”

“Baloney. I tell you there are ten thousand dead frogs.”

Overhead, the moon, hearing the argument among the mirrors, whispered in moon talk which is understandable only to mirrors, children and whoever sits in the moonlight, “There was no life in the images, my friends; therefore, life cannot leave the images. Isn't that so?”

The mirrors whispered, “Yes. That makes sense, yes, indeed,” But they still didn't know there was only one frog.

On his lily pad in the pond, Old Croak heard the moon, too. He looked into the water beside his lily pad and saw the moon's reflection there. Suddenly he understood who the ten thousand frogs were. More importantly, he began to suspect who he was.

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The Mysical Experience

 

Sea Breeze - Sandy Jones

The Child Within Us Lives! 

A Synthesis of Science, Religion and Metaphysics 

by William Samuel 

THE MYSTICAL EXPERIENCE

  The experience of "illumination" is a genuine event awaiting most of us. Exactly what this much touted and nebulous event is, among other things, is the subjective nature of consciousness breaking through our ordinarily objective thought patterns. These "solipsistic" experiences are moments when we catch a conscious glimpse of our own (or God's) subjective nature as it relates to the world. Most of us desire these happenings mightily—and have them long before they are recognized or understood.

  So much has been written about illumination that no thinking person still questions its existence, albeit, many have searched for it without success, and many more have wandered into anguish, confusion and metaphysical gridlock trying to make a preconceived concept happen for themselves. Many more have been led astray by the fanciful accounts of those in high places who would like us to believe they know what they are talking about. The experience of gnosis is not uncommon—but it is often misunderstood or ignored by organized, dogmatic Christianity and Judaism. In Western metaphysics it is ignored, spoken of in hushed circles and frequently distorted. Illumination is better understood in the East, but misconceptions abound there as well. This quiet event actually happens often for everyone in unrecognized ways, much more frequently than it is understood. Light is our birthright. That experience has taught me that my Experience is everyone's experience; that what is true for me is true for the rest of myself—including those who read these words.

THE MOVE TO SIMPLICITY AND CHILDLIKENESS

  After half a lifetime, I began to understand that every breakthrough and breakout was accompanied by a personal move toward simplicity and childlikeness. Again and again, when my affairs had grown complex, a glimpse of Light arrived, reducing earlier frustrations to new simplicities, and revealing a underlying unity. Somewhere along the line of our inner development, simplicity and childlikeness become primary. Science has perceived this move toward simplicity, but neither science, religion nor metaphysics has seen the equation between simplicity and childlikeness—the untouched Child within us. The recognition of this will be part of the explosion soon to come.

  In a marvelous and mysterious way, an Overtruth takes care of our affairs. But, until I was convinced of this, the inner workings of science, religion, mind and metaphysics were disconnected and confusing. As each glimpse of Light arrived, the complexity was understood and seen beyond, and a new simplicity came into view; then the process began again and still another simplicity arrived to explain itself within another view more basic than the last.

  I call these simplifying insights "Glimpses," and we will have much to say of them later in the book. They are extremely important. Surely, for all of us, the study of truth becomes a knot of intellectualism until Something bursts through to help.

SCIENCE CONFIRMS THIS PROCESS

  The new sciences, embracing metaphysics to a degree, are making breakthroughs into a comprehensive simplicity. Each breakthrough produces questions that proliferate into areas of confusion, and then comes another Glimpse and a sudden turn toward an underlying, more fundamental unity.

  When the final answers are known in this world, the Divine Simplicity of the Primal One (Godhead) will be "all there is,' and human intellectualism will not only have reached its limit, but will have run its course as well. The intuitive knowledge of a primal Simplicity behind everything sparks the scientist's search as surely as the metaphysician's.

  Now, as the twentieth century winds down, one can see that human searching has nearly reached the limits of human measure, but woe, the heart of us, the soul of us, remains where it was, just beyond the reach of the intellect. Neither religion nor metaphysics has performed as it promised. The "heart and soul"? Yes. The real of us, the Christlike truth of us, the Child of us, the ultimate Identity seems as far from our grasp as ever. Clearly, the fullness of Godhead remains beyond the limits of intellectualism and its organizations, but the wisdom about God that can be understood lies rooted in a knowledge of Identity, the Self made in the image of God. Certainly, Identity includes the heart and soul.

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