William Samuel

William Samuel
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Wednesday, May 25, 2016

A Letter About Love

Artwork "Wild Flowers"  By Sandy Jones  


A Personal Letter about Love 
From William Samuel  to Sandy Jones  - Written 1986

 This letter, along with many other personal letters sent to me from William Samuel, can be found in my book "Barefoot at Heart-The Alchemy of Love and the Power of Light"  by Sandy Jones

Dear Sandy, 

 There are many new things to write, Sandy. They all have to do with life and love, enthusiasm and childlikeness. They have to do with simplicity and tenderness, gentleness and the fact of Already.  The new words have nothing to do with problems, or paradoxes, intellectualism or personality. 

Furthermore, they are difficult to write, they are difficult to say, because the old nature of us misconstrues, distorts and attempts to turn them into something ugly. So, I hesitate. 

The day is coming when these things will be listened to without so much askance  and without such violent reaction. The fact is Reality is real, Reality is perfect, Reality is all. Transcendent Reality being all there is to the consciousness presently reading these words.

One may say that at this moment consciousness seems to be filled with problems. But the believing that this is so merely gives authority to the seeming. We do not deny the seeming, we leave it, we let it alone and the power goes out of it.   If the bird appears to eat a cricket, so what? Isness still Is, Perfection is still Perfect, All is still All, this Identity being us is still God’s Self Identification and nothing we say or believe, or do not say, or fail to understand, can alter this Fact one iota. 

Strange as it may seem, there is a violent reaction within us when we finally get down to Reality Itself.  You see, the old nature struggles vehemently to maintain its position. For most of us it requires a good stiff kick to alter our old opinions. But new light comes from the altered view, never from the old position.

Sandy, you are a monumental and perfect you. Because perfection Itself is being all you are.  There are many wonders in store for you and yours, as you go about the happy business of just being.

Now, you are an artist, and you will know the wisdom of running off with uninhibited, unbound feeling you see as Love. Now, it is tempered by the intellect, but Love is the leader. Hidden at the center of this feeling and barely noticed, is a sense of peace, tranquillity, serenity, a very gentle joy. It is the absence of elation the absence of discomfort. Oh but it is the transcendent presence of that which is being all sensation, all feeling.  Now when you find this center, you will be delighted, for you will know that you have found another aspect of the Infinite Identity you are.

This is the happiness that nothing can take from us.  This is the Peace that does not ebb and flow between serenity and sadness.

When next you ride up the valley where your special place is, rest for a time under one of your oaks, sit loose and feel whatever comes to be felt.  Listen, listen to the heart and you will hear it and you will be refreshed.  

Who ever you think of at that time, think of love and feel the love you feel for that love is real and it is unbound and understands all things.  God the Simple Truth is Love. 

Love is not fickle, love does not blow warm one day and cold the next, love is consistently Its Self.  Love, love looks and Lives.   Love understands because love is understanding, love doesn’t condemn itself or anyone else.   Love is not guilty, love is not restrictive, it’s not bound, it’s not confined or contained, love is not beholden to any institution.  All institutions exist by virtue of the fact that love Is, if indeed they exist at all. Love is not bound by the institution of marriage at all.  Its silly for any of us, whether we appear to be in that institution or out of it, or a part of it or not a part of it, it is silly to believe  that that institution is capable of providing us happiness or depriving us of happiness  -- It simply can’t do it, not really, not when we see that Love, this Identity I am has the dominion.

Love, there is only one Love, Love is love, it has no opposite.  All Love is love, human love, personal love, sexual love, are all an aspect of infinite love which cannot be bound, cannot be circumscribed, cannot be confined, love, just simple love, whether we spell it with a capital letter or not, we mean the same Love, the very same Love, the very nature of being, the one that God is -- the God that is Love, the Love that is Identity, here as I, as all. 

Singleness reveals the gentle Simplicity of singleness, the mysteries answered.

I know what leads you, Sandy, and I trust you, you are important to us all. Love, Bill  

  William Samuel  (1986)
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 -   
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Thursday, May 19, 2016

Identity- Reality- Liberation



Two Plus Two Equals Reality  

A short excerpt from the book Two Plus Two Equals Reality 


Everyone, every single person on this earth can arrive at a precise understanding of God! How can this be so? Because God is uncomplicated and easily understood! When one lets go all the things they say about God and stops accepting them blindly as his own beliefs, God becomes remarkably apparent. And why not? What sort of God would it be that withholds Himself from all those who have not suffered enough, studied hard enough, searched diligently enough or prayed earnestly enough in just the right way? What sort of God would it be who absents Himself from those who have not been baptized in this or that fashion, or have not joined this organization or that one?  What sort of Love would it be that withholds itself from half the population of the world because it is not Christian or Muslim, because it is not acquainted with this or that arcane, unprofaned wisdom; what sort of Love withholds itself from those not subscribing to this or that set of dogmas and beliefs, not honoring this or that ritual and that ceremony? 

     Well, be assured, God does not withhold Himself from aught. God is right here, right now, closer than fingers and toes, closer than breathing. There is no distance nor separation between oneself and God, mentally or otherwise. You will find that God is all that is here, and “They shall all know me from the least of them to the greatest, saith the Lord.” 

     God's simplicity is astounding. It is this very simplicity that the pompous intellect of mankind can neither see nor understand while struggling through its jungle of erudite beliefs. 

     Let the beliefs go. Let what “they say” go. Drop all the old personal opinions no matter how near and dear they seem. You start anew, turning within to the heart. Then when you arrive at your own meaning of God, you happily find you are also discovering your own real Identity and its childlike simplicity. 

     This is not a slow process of spiritual refinement over a hot fire of personal ordeals. You do not have to wade through thousands of volumes of ancient and occult lore, to join various and sundry organizations or practice their precepts with fanatical diligence. No need to spend years doing good deeds, here a little, there a little. You might very well DO some of these things; good works are not disparaged here. But you do them, ultimately, because you enjoy them and want to—indeed, because you cannot keep from it—not because some special favor is supposed to accrue from doing them, and not because you are afraid of what might happen if you do not. 

     One simply does not have to delay his awakening from agony. He does not have to “put off the old man” bit by bit or “die to the self” a little every day or laboriously educate himself. One does not have to delay for any reason at all. He may drop the “old man” with all his trials and tribulations here and now if he chooses and immediately experience a joy and tranquillity beyond belief—all of this as easily and quickly as awakening from a daydream. 

     Reader, how easily can you withdraw from your own mental fantasy in a land of make-believe? Who snaps you out of your wool-gathering but you yourself? 

     When one begins to answer these questions for himself, extraordinary things start happening in his experience. Trials and tribulations slip away, one after the other. Even the most persistent pressures lose their power to disturb. One finds oneself seeing old concepts in a new and lovelier light. Suddenly, health, wealth, and happiness appear where they seemed absent before. Freedom and tranquillity blossom forth in business; love permeates every nook and cranny of experience; untoward conditions of every kind vanish like the morning mist—all because you have begun a personal determination of exactly what Truth means to you. 

     But let me pause a moment, lest this be misleading. The joyful occurrences in one's experience are not the GOALS at all. They are the “added things” that come from a personal determination of what God is—and they all have to do with Reality, with one’s real Identity, with who, and what God is, with who and what “I” am. Answer the question “What is Truth?” for yourself; let the attention remain here, and then, as the answer begins to occur, you will enjoy the seeming changes that take place in your day to day living quite as something “extra,” as “signs following”--yet not half so wonderful as the recognition of your honest Identity. 


Read more of this most amazing little book, full of wondrous analogies and helpful guidance to understanding and fearless joy: Purchase the book here: Two Plus Two Equals Reality   by William Samuel 
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 -   
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Friday, April 22, 2016

Remembering Childhood

"Sparkles" by Sandy Jones 

Jesus said, "The person old in days won't hesitate to ask a little child seven days old about the place of life, and that person will live. For many of the first will be last, and will become a single one" (Thomas 4)

 "Blessed is the person who stands at rest in the beginning. And that person will be acquainted with the end and will not taste death."  (Thomas 18 ) 


Another letter from William Samuel, sent to me, Sandy Jones, many years ago from his personal, private journals - which he entrusted with me, saying that I would know when the time was right to share them. Today is a good day to do just that. lheart emoticon Today is a good day for this one.  



Remembering  Childhood        

  A personal letter from William Samuel from 1986  


There is hope for us if we can recall a single happy childhood moment.  Just one, even if it isn’t complete, even if just a smattering, vague and nearly gone.  We are still children at heart.  That is, there are none of us who doesn’t remember the innocence and excitement of at least a tiny part of our early days when we bounded with innocent enthusiasm and imagination, before doubts and distrusts became a controlling factor in our formulations.  Some of us felt more of this then others, but no one is totally void of a few sweet enthusiasms of childhood.  It is essential that we recall some of them, and we can. 

Perhaps we don’t remember them well, but there were days when the newborn was comforted by the feeding mother and the sounds of her voice, long before conscious  feelings, before thoughts of trust and distrust entered into anything for us.  There were those moments when we had pure, unadulterated faith in the one who cared for us because we had not yet experienced a moment of faithlessness nor even knew what such a concept meant.

Those were the days of our soul when the Divine Imprint was unimpededly present.  Those were the days of our innocence, before we knew sadness and guilt.  Those were the days of childlikeness and motivelessness when we effortlessly existed in the state to which the ancient philosophers and wise people implored us to return to.  Then, in those years when we were hungry, we fretted and cried. When we were satisfied we slept.  If there were dreams, they were of the ocean within the womb, of the rhythmic movement of our earth mother, the sounds of her heart and voice, singing, crying, laughing, the music of the Universe and angels clapping.  In those early days the morning stars sang together and we the newborn had memories of the Unspeakable Ineffable before linear time began.  In those sweet days we experienced, but we had no names for our experiences, nothing to compare them with, nothing to judge them by. The old philosopher, LaoTse, called this the time of the Ancients.  Jesus spoke of this as the Child of Seven Days.

This, the original child, is still here with us this instant as we contemplate these words.  This, the Original child, he and she, being all there is to both genders, hasn’t gone away.  It is still here right now, considering these words that are taking us back to an earlier time before Time  People don’t think of this child anymore, but one day we will again when hopelessness and helplessness return, when the clouds of poverty and death come lowering and the crickets stop singing.  Each and all of us return to this beginning.

We arrived on the human scene of the ten thousand things guided by unseen angels, driven only by the Divine Imprint which has been here with us from the Beginning of time.  We leave this arena helplessly and alone, protected only by the our faith in the invisible, unprovable Divine Imprint that carries us according to our belief through the frightening passages to the timeless and eternal Heaven from whence we came.

Happy childhood, unhappy childhood, makes no difference.  Both contain the basic elements of the first trusting child who had no occasion yet to distrust; of the original child who had no reason yet to disbelieve.  For some of us, the change happens more quickly.  Those with the unhappy childhood seem to rediscover the original state sooner than the pragmatic and those with the joyful, unchallenged times.  The grand Rediscovery and its refinement is surely, and merely, the wish to live again.

 How to do this? We can believe again that there was such a time, even if it’s forgotten, because there was such a time for all of us.  We can wish to be there again consciously, though in fact we’ve never really been away just as original letter has never left the alphabet nor the number been absent from the Perfect First Principle.

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Well, I couldn’t sleep tonight, Father, so here I am in the middle of the night trying to write of the difficult things so hard to put into words that the heart can hear.  No one in all these years has understood what I understand to be the Original Child who preceded me in to the world, and will survive when the finite one is forgotten. That Original One is the Soul of the Image of God, if I may use that word without dredging up thoughts of religion, dogma, pious organizations and their manipulated sanctimonious holy books. 

And what is the soul? It is the Image of the Ineffable.  It is the qualities , characteristics and attributes which only God knows Itself to be and the mortal mind of reason and logic will never know at all.  This soul existed before ever a religion existed, before a creed or dogma made its spurious demands, before anyone had fallen from grace or become a sinful mortal with a body of flesh. 

There is an eternal Imprint.  And what is that? It is the totality of all the Ineffable knows Himself to be, the image of his own characteristics and attributes as eternal and immutable as He.  The original Child of us, the soul of us, God that enormous totality, known only to God in its fullness.   But, that Image and  its qualities, characteristics and attributes are nothing of themselves.  They live and move and have their being as God’s own functioning Self-knowledge in God’s unending action of being Self-aware.  
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 -   
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Tuesday, March 15, 2016

A Way To Begin The Day


"Whipped Cream"  by Sandy Jones 


The Awareness of Self-Discovery  By William Samuel 

CHAPTER 8

A Practical Philosophy

The world is full of philosophies that are neither practical nor relevant to the daily experience incapable of being put to practice and their honesty proven. THIS philosophy of ABSOLUTE AWARENESS is eminently practical and immediately provable. It begs to be taken out of the arena of speculation and comparison and put to the test that its fruits may become tangible in the apparent world of our daily affairs. "Prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven and pour you out a blessing that there will not be room enough to receive it...All nations shall call you blessed, for ye shall be a delightsome land."

Now, for those like myself who have searched for the "something to DO" I offer the following which has been helpful. It is only an outline—to be put to use in your own way.

A WAY TO BEGIN THE DAY

First, consider the way an ordinary day begins: One stirs. There is an awakening consciousness of pillow and bed—finite "things." Slowly, one thinks of window, chair, door, dog, shower, breakfast, coffee—all limited, finite things. Thought wanders to the coming events of the day: business, perhaps, or family, or special chores—again limited images, finite forms, events in time.

As you see, thought begins by moving out of quietness into the arena of people, places and things; out of an undelineated stillness into the frantic tangle of limitation, measure, action and reaction. It is as though the conscious experience were forever heading into increasing numbers; into multiplicity. We awaken in the morning and, if we follow the patterns of old, thought moves immediately where generally unpredictable reactions spawn unexpected consequences and we find ourselves the fallen victims of finiteness.

Now, reader, consider this beginning day in another light. We awaken. Again there is a consciousness of pillow and bed. And again, out of old habit we see the window to be closed, the door to be opened and think of the coffee to be started—all finite things. Ah, but this time, right here, right now, we determine to turn thought in the other direction, 180 degrees away from the rush toward finiteness. For a brief time we lie still and consciously bring ourselves to consider single Infinity, the allness of Isness. We lie still and think of the infinity that Being is. This time we ponder wholeness, singleness, completeness, oneness, harmony, perfection.

During these moments we may ask, "How infinite is Infinity? What can circumscribe Infinity? What can bind or limit infinity? How all is ALL?" We ask and answer these questions for ourselves.

We consider the oneness of Being.  How total it is!  How complete!  No limitation here.  No finiteness here.  UNBOUND Being being all.

Mayhap we ask, "What is being this consciousness that appears to be lying here and contemplating?  BEING, GOD, PERFECTION is being this awareness, isn't it?  Indeed. Therefore, PERFECTION is conscious. PERFECTION is awake. Perfection is LIFE, perfectly alive and vital!

What does infinity know of Itself? Is not the knowing of unbound Infinity unbound also? Of course. Its unbound, unlimited "knowing" is infinitely operative as this consciousness-I-am, right here, right now.

What is wisdom? Is it not Infinity's knowledge of Itself? Deity's SELF-knowledge? This conscious awareness is that knowledge in action. Consciousness, unbound, unlimited, infinite. This consciousness presently considering these things is infinite Wisdom in eternal operation.

We ask, "What does Infinity know of Itself?" It knows It's own qualities and characteristics. How? Specifically (as well as universally)—each distinctly delineated from all others, the consequent appearing of "form."

So it is, we find the morning's contemplation of Infinity soon leads us to perceive the same "things" as before—home, family, business and affairs; but now these "things" are no longer disorganized obstacles lying in wait to trip us or spring an unexpected disaster. Instead, they are the clearly delineated and discerned qualities and characteristics that Harmony, God, Isness is being—AND THIS LIFE WE ARE IS GOD'S AWARENESS OF IT ALL!

Notice, it is the same morning, the same bed, the same home. It is the same conscious awareness, the same"Identity" but the views are different.  The old view, out of pure habit and without a thought of Isness, moves immediately into a world of disorganized images primary to it. It moves relentlessly, inexorably toward multiplicity and complexity into an ever proliferating concern with a jungle through which one, if he is to survive, must tread a cautious, defensive path.

But the view that breaks the old habit and begins the day with a gentle, happy consideration of a perfect INFINITY is like the prodigals rush to his Father's Kingdom—like coming home where the basis for harmony lies; where ISNESS is put first and found to be the ordered substance of "things" and those "things" of perception seen in their proper perspective.

This is the view that comes in from the threatening storm of intellectuality and rests with the calm assurance in the shelter of Simplicity all the day long—all the day long. This is the view that sees the pitfalls for what they are and does not have to fall in them to learn their lessons. But, if we should stumble and fall, this is the view that allows us to be quickly on our way again, blessed by the experience; blessed by the experience!

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Try this, reader. Try this and see what new sparkle it will begin to add to your day. Then, when you have proven it (and you can prove it this very day) tell others!

Read this book, available on Amazon:  

The Awareness of Self-Discovery  By William Samuel

William Samuel website 


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





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