Saturday, 20th November 2010
When you think about it, all there is when we come true to our feelings is Love, that is what there is, Love, Love, Love, as the Beatles sang about in 1967. Yes 1967 was a wondrous year for me; it gave me insight into how humans, adults, work; they come to the party in their fine clothes, but leave in rags, looking dishevelled and messed up with drink, booze, drugs, anything they can lay their hands on in fact. When they do come to leave they look so terrible that you would scarcely believe that they are the same people who arrived initially. But no matter I hear you say, they enjoyed themselves whilst they were there at the party, and that’s all that matters. Well yes that’s one way of looking at it, but another way is to be sure that what you are seeing is not an illusion of life, of things that go bump in the night, for very often what we take, perceive to be reality, is in fact false, so false in fact that every now and then we come face to face with another reality; another reality so terrible, that it beggars belief whether we can survive it intact; that is with all of our faculties intact, so that one day we can make the right decision; to leave here, this Earth and go back Home to The Father, The Mother, The Son.