This song was dedicated to me last night. In the morning, I walked the streets of Brooklyn with a smile and a feeling that everything was right. By the late afternoon that feeling began to turn into something else. Now, listening to the song again, I am choosing to feel joy for the variety of emotions new romantic encounters can stir up. I’m grateful to have had the chance to connect with someone. I’m proud that I allowed my heart to open. And I’m trying to make peace with the fact that even after years of personal work, therapy and meditation, I am still a fool when it comes to romance. Although I want to be smart about relationships, I don’t want to be jaded. I want to love and be loved. But I also want to be OK if a long-term romance never comes. I want to learn how to enjoy this moment, this romance and still show up just as present and open for love tomorrow night.
I sat beneath a tree where no one could see. Quiet, except for the sounds of couples passing by, the breeze through the leaves and a child’s far off cry. But suddenly, hopping along, a rabbit circled my tree and sat to the left of me. She nibbled some leaves and surveyed the ground. Surely, I would soon be found. And when I was, she looked with no alarm. Perhaps it was my innocence, my charm? She stayed in her spot and nibbled some more. She licked her paws and brushed her ears. The carefree act brought great cheer. She checked her back and legs and nose, and then nestled her body in a calm repose. She looked in my direction, not one bit concerned. Simply enjoying my company and testing lessons learned. Have I learned to do no harm? Have I learned to respect all beings? Have I learned to trust in nature as I do in worldly things? And just as I began to feel a peace inside, a dog with chain came rushing by. Heart racing, ears alert, my body stiffened, ready for flight. Eyes searching, dog locked in sight. Will it come closer? Has it seen us? No, the owner is dragging it away. And as I feel the terror, I see the rabbit is doing the same! Body alert, ready to run, her heart is the same as mine. We are one, bonded in spirit, a new lesson so great and fine! I recently read it, but never could guess an example would come tonight. But here she is, the greatest of teachers. Yes, nature offers the best insights. So now I offer you the lesson as Seth taught it to me. Perhaps after reading, nature will call and you will be given the chance to see.
INNER VIBRATIONAL TOUCH
"Think of the Inner Senses as paths leading to an inner reality. The first sense involves perception of a direct nature—instant cognition through what I can only describe as inner vibrational touch. Imagine a man standing on a typical street of houses and grass and trees. This sense would permit him to feel the basic sensations felt by each of the trees about him. His consciousness would expand to contain the experience of what it is to be a tree—any or all of the trees. He would feel the experience of being anything he chose within his field of notice: people, insects, blades of grass. He would not lose consciousness of who he was, but would perceive these sensations somewhat in the same way that you now feel heat and cold.” - Seth, “The Seth Material” by Jane Roberts
It’s always interesting to look back at old photographs of ourselves, our country. Who were we then and who are we now? Are we free from this type of prejudice, hatred and spiritual immaturity, or have we learned to hide it from ourselves and others? When the opportunity to act out presents itself, will this type of behavior rise up within us? Perhaps it will not be towards blacks, but gays, or Muslims, or Sikhs. Perhaps it will appear in our bombing of other nations. Perhaps in our ignoring the humanity of other nations. When I look back on such images, I think that this was an America that spoke about freedom and held our country above all others and yet this is how we treated one another. Have we changed so much in 50 years? Most of all, when I look back on photos like this, I question, how will I be different? When hatred raises its head within my heart, when prejudice blinds my eyes, will I have the strength and courage to be different?
There is never any justification for violence. There is no justification for hatred. There is no justification for murder. Those who indulge in violence for whatever reason are themselves changed, and the purity of their purpose adulterated.
I have told you that if you do not like the state of your world, it is yourselves that you must change, individually and en masse. This is the only way that change will be effected. If your generation or any generation effects change, this is the only way it will be done. What I am telling you has been said before through the centuries. It is up to you as to whether or not you will listen.
It is wrong to curse a flower and wrong to curse a man. It is wrong not to hold any man in honor, and it is wrong to ridicule any man. You must honor yourselves and see within yourselves the spirit of eternal vitality. If you do not do this, then you destroy what you touch. And you must honor each other individual also, because in him is the spark of eternal vitality.
When you curse another, you curse yourselves, and the curse returns to you. When you are violent, the violence returns. …I speak to you because yours is the opportunity and yours is the time. Do not fall into the old ways that will lead you precisely into the world that you fear.
When every young man refuses to go to war, you will have peace. As long as you fight for gain and greed, there will be no peace. As long as one person commits acts of violence for the sake of peace, you will have war. Unfortunately it is difficult to imagine that all the young men in all of the countries will refuse to go to war at the same time. And so you must work out the violence that violence has wrought. Within the next hundred years that time may come. Remember, you do not defend any idea with violence.
There is no man who hates but that that hatred is reflected outward and made physical. And there is no man who loves but that that love is reflected outward and made physical.
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