Beautiful metaphor/analogy. It reminds of a passage in vol 1. of the Masters of the Far East series, where on a very physical levels, the protagonists couldn't understand why dust wouldn't 'stick' to the masters... here is the excerpt:
"After tramping all day, listening to the most interesting historical occurrences, and hearing records read and translated on the very spot where the incidents took place thousands of years before, we returned to the village just before dark thoroughly tired. The three friends who were with us and had walked every step of the way as we had walked were not showing the least sign of fatigue or weariness. Whereas we were begrimed, dust-laden, and perspiring, they were cool and at ease, their garments were as white and fresh and spotless as when we started out in the morning. We had noted during all our journeys with these people that none of their clothing became soiled. We had remarked about this a great many times but had received no reply until this evening when, in answer to a remark made, our friend of the records said, "This may seem remarkable to you but it seems far more remarkable to us that one speck of God's created substance adheres to another of God's creations where it is not wanted and where it does not belong. With the right concept this could not happen, for no part of God's substance can be misplaced or placed where it is not wanted." Then, in an instant we realized that our clothing and bodies were as clean as theirs were. The transformation, for to us it was a transformation, had taken place instantly to all three alike while we stood there. All fatigue left us and we were as refreshed as though we had arisen from bed and had our morning bath. Here was the answer to all our questions. I believe we retired that night with the deepest feeling of peace we had experienced at any time thus far throughout our sojourn with these people; and our feeling of awe was fast giving place to the deepest love for these simple, kindly hearts that were doing so much for the benefit of mankind, or their brothers, as they call them. We began to look upon them as brothers. They took no credit upon themselves, saying it was God expressing through them, "Of myself I can do nothing. The Father that dwelleth within me, He doeth the works."
Your last paragraph is key in emphasizing the importance of being/acting as a collective where we can always remind each other the true nature of our make-up, no matter how circumstances might let us who we are.
I have to admit that I'm now reading it from a very different perspective than I did the first time, decades ago. I need to ponder on the 'with the right concept' part of the quote. It does make me question what belief/distortion is allowing 'dust' to stick to me and what concept should I embrace for 'carrying with me' only what belongs.
There is so much woven into this sharing that I will have to read it, receive it, absorb its gifts more than once. Thank you.
Beautiful metaphor/analogy. It reminds of a passage in vol 1. of the Masters of the Far East series, where on a very physical levels, the protagonists couldn't understand why dust wouldn't 'stick' to the masters... here is the excerpt:
"After tramping all day, listening to the most interesting historical occurrences, and hearing records read and translated on the very spot where the incidents took place thousands of years before, we returned to the village just before dark thoroughly tired. The three friends who were with us and had walked every step of the way as we had walked were not showing the least sign of fatigue or weariness. Whereas we were begrimed, dust-laden, and perspiring, they were cool and at ease, their garments were as white and fresh and spotless as when we started out in the morning. We had noted during all our journeys with these people that none of their clothing became soiled. We had remarked about this a great many times but had received no reply until this evening when, in answer to a remark made, our friend of the records said, "This may seem remarkable to you but it seems far more remarkable to us that one speck of God's created substance adheres to another of God's creations where it is not wanted and where it does not belong. With the right concept this could not happen, for no part of God's substance can be misplaced or placed where it is not wanted." Then, in an instant we realized that our clothing and bodies were as clean as theirs were. The transformation, for to us it was a transformation, had taken place instantly to all three alike while we stood there. All fatigue left us and we were as refreshed as though we had arisen from bed and had our morning bath. Here was the answer to all our questions. I believe we retired that night with the deepest feeling of peace we had experienced at any time thus far throughout our sojourn with these people; and our feeling of awe was fast giving place to the deepest love for these simple, kindly hearts that were doing so much for the benefit of mankind, or their brothers, as they call them. We began to look upon them as brothers. They took no credit upon themselves, saying it was God expressing through them, "Of myself I can do nothing. The Father that dwelleth within me, He doeth the works."
Your last paragraph is key in emphasizing the importance of being/acting as a collective where we can always remind each other the true nature of our make-up, no matter how circumstances might let us who we are.
Loved that reminder Laurent!
I have to admit that I'm now reading it from a very different perspective than I did the first time, decades ago. I need to ponder on the 'with the right concept' part of the quote. It does make me question what belief/distortion is allowing 'dust' to stick to me and what concept should I embrace for 'carrying with me' only what belongs.
Beautiful! Brought chills and warmth, and more clarity on the journey🙏