“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.”
~ Emily Dickinson 💙💙💙
“Don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
~ F. Dostoevsky
I, for one, will be purchasing Carl Jung’s book “Volume 13, Alchemical Studies”.
There is a formula here that can ease the issues we face today. It is important that we discover, and implement knowledge from past studies which can bring balance to practices of our current affairs.
This world is a breeding ground for fear. Upon entering this life there is a pure innocence and joy, often stripped away before words are even spoken, or soon thereafter.
Fear lives so deeply within the body/spirit system, sometimes it isn’t even known. Through life a tough exterior is grown, a stiff upper lip, a stubborn thrust of the chin, a bad attitude … whatever it takes to defend the self from the continuous lash of what hurts.
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A false joy is developed, many become experts at pretending happiness, they stuff the pain until it cannot be recognized, but it is still there … wrapped in fear. Heck, there are even times when one truly believes they are happy! Then something happens and they begin to question that reality … at least I have.
There are those who coach people to walk into the fear, face it head on … even I have said it, and I believe it! Yet still, knowing this and actually doing it are two different things. Sometimes when we think we are walking into it, we hold back ~ not even knowing we reserved the right to maintain the embedded habit of fear, to hold that wall of protection up just in case.
Yes, this world breeds fear, and also provides what is needed to overcome it … strength is developed, endurance, a stubborn will that calls for us to survive even when we would rather quit.
How does one shed the fear? How does one actually reach so deep inside the core of the being, grab hold of that fear, pinch it, and pluck it right from the body and the mind? There are many theories written and taught by those who say they have no fear … but do they? Neither here nor there, each individual must find a way to their center and have a willingness to honestly evaluate what they find there. It cannot be done for us ~ it can only be done by us, for us.
The question is then, how badly do we wish for peace? At what lengths are we willing to go to create it?
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The Sacred Wisdom Keepers know of this better than many. If we long for the truth, if we truly wish to see a better world, this is a good place to search, beginning of course by looking into our own being. There must be a desire to open the mind in order to receive knowledge, and there ought to be a respect for the sharing one receives from an Elder.
Life is short, even when one lives to be what we now consider old. There isn’t time to waste on stubbornness and pretending, not if we long to see a world full of truth, peace, joy, and love.
The most amazing thing in the world is the human brain that apreciates it. That mass of corrugated gray matter boxed in bone which registers the impressions received from all things, from the stars to dust motes, is by far the most wonderful substance of all substances.
What would a tree mean if there were no brain to see it with its eye, to hear it with its ear, and to touch it with its hand? Nothing. Practically it would not exist.
There would be no sun if there were no eye, no perfumes if there were no nose, no sounds if there were no ear.
Blot out brains and the universe is extinguished.
There may be other suns in the sky, there may be spirit bodies moving among us, there may be stupendous music swirling around us, all of such quality that we have no organ to perceive them. For us they do not exist.
A telephone would be a dead thing and useless without a receiver. The brain is the receiver of the universe.
Very wonderful is Paderewski’s performance upon the piano, Raphael’s colors upon canvas, Shakespeare’s words on paper, and all of Creator’s glory of landscape and sea view; but not so miraculous as the grayish stuff in our heads that can receive their messages, record them, and translate them into emotion.
It was not such a task to create a world as it were to construct this curious organ that the world can play upon. For a world with no brain in it would be an Ysaye without a violin. So also a Wagner opera is surpassed by the brains that can understand it. Newton’s mathematical theses, and Wordsworth’s poetry, and Socrates’s reasoning, and Lord Christ’s life truths, greater than these are the people that can grasp them.
My mind is the ultimate miracle.
Long before this brain came into being there were electricity, light, sound, color, and all the phenomena of existence; but, actually, the universe was created when I was born, and when I die it will be the end of the world.
The whole cosmos, the sum of things, is all in that pulp in the bone-cup at the top of my spine.
More strange yet than our ability to perceive sights and sounds is our capacity for understanding those motions of pure spirit that go on in other brains. We can see the hope, love, hate, joy, and sorrow of another, interpreting them by words, signs, and other indications.
We can grasp world plans, recondite scientific theories, and the subtlest refinements of thought. We can weep at poetry, laugh at comedy, mourn in sympathy, fear from our own fancies, feel sin and rightness, follow evil or worship God.
Of all the jewels found in the earth or sea, of all machines made by man’s cunning, of all the incomprehensible works of the Deity, nothing excels that handful of gray substance that functions like a locked-up god in the cranium of the “two-legged animal without feathers.”
Four Minute Essays
Dr. Frank Crane