One of the
most extraordinary of these dreams had all the 'trimmings' of an oriental
mythology. I found myself in a mansion. I was alone. The rooms were brightly
lit, but they were empty. I walked from room to room in a dazed bewilderment,
searching for someone, or a way out. The rooms were large, elegant, endlessly
interconnected, furnished in the finest tradition of a bygone age. The place was
deadly silent, except for my footsteps on the carpets.
ground floor of the mansion was a solarium. The solarium was much more grandiose
than that of our hotel. The solarium in my dream had a courtyard at its center,
with a fountain. From there, a wide marble walkway led to a door that opened to
a garden. The garden was like a miniature park, filled with a profusion of
flowering tropical plants, flooded with sunlight. A sweet odor of blossoms
filled the air.
courtyard of the solarium was laid out in geometric patterns, composed of
various shades of marble. I noticed a grouping of garden furniture in the middle
of the courtyard that matched the color of the surrounding blossoms and blended
with the white marble platform on which it stood. That's when I became aware of
a girl on a recliner, sunning herself. Actually she noticed me first.
your cousin Veronica," she introduced herself. She spoke in a friendly,
carefree manner, and with the most wonderful smile. She hadn't expected me. She
had been sun tanning in the nude. Hastily she dressed. She had the most perfect
figure, like a Greek goddess, gently pointed breasts, erect nipples, all of
which she hurried to hide.
with me," she asked, and with the same smile as before, she reached out her
hand. She opened a pair of brass doors at the end of a narrow walkway that let
to a different garden than the one I had seen before. This one was a wide-open
garden from where we had a view across the world. Our mansion was built on a
high hill. It seemed as though the whole Earth lay before us.
she urged me, "I will show you the temple."
without a comment.
At the edge
of the garden stood a white marble structure. It featured a domed marble roof,
supported by four pillars, which together formed four gates. I marveled at the
exquisite appearance of the structure. I stepped inside.
I gently urged her, please follow me.
can't follow you. In life's temple one is always alone. In truth there is no
separation, we are at one with the whole of humanity. No one exists in
isolation, but this must be learned," she said.
I urged her
again, to come.
her head. "As individuals we are alone with ourselves. We must be alone.
This is the mark of our autonomy."
don't want to be in this temple," I replied. "I want to be with
The moment I
had spoken, I realized that the gates were suddenly closed.
can't escape life," she said.
that the gates led to the North, South, East, and West. The garden of life was
much larger now. At its center stood the greatest temple to love ever built, the
great Taj Mahal. But I couldn't reach it. I was imprisoned in my own temple. I
tried every gate. Every single gate was firmly closed.
four gates lead to four rivers," Veronica said.
good are the rivers if the gates won't open?" I asked.
stopped answering now. She had turned and was walking back to the mansion.
I cried, but
when I came to the gate to the North, it opened, and immediately I was on a
river. Its name was Pison. The name had been inscribed into the gate. I suddenly
found myself in a boat that moved silently against the flow of the river. The
boat looked like a discarded river patrol vessel from the Vietnam War. Indeed,
this type of boat was totally appropriate for the country that I crossed which
had the appearance of being a most inhospitable place. Its shores were dark,
eerie, cold. The echo of dying birds vibrated through the forest. There was no
laughter, no human voice, no sunshine, no life. Oh how I longed for Veronica in
this desert of desolation! Her presence would have felt so rich, her love so
exciting, her warmth so beautiful. "The forest has a strange name" I
heard a voice say within. "It is the forest of the marriage of human beings
- the murderer of its brothers, the Adam dream of a woman taken from man."
At one point
far down the river I came upon a massive iron draw gate that blocked my way. The
structure was linked to a gatehouse built on a rock on shore. The draw gate had
a sign on its beam, like a giant bumper sticker. "The love of the good and
beautiful, and their immortality," was written on the sign.
came out of the gatehouse to the side of the river, and welcomed me. He looked
at me with a deeply insightful look and shook his head. He seemed disappointed.
He had a pen in his hand to enter my name in a ledger that he carried. He
thumbed through the pages. He opened another section, divided by index markers,
and thumbed through the pages again. Eventually he shook his head and closed the
book of the ledger. "This river leads into the great unknown, that is
unknown to you," he explained. "I cannot let you pass. According to
law, the land beyond is accessible only to much more complete individuals. You
are not qualified. It is too dangerous for people who are empty inside to enter
this land, people such as you, with hearts choked up with too much knowledge
that is but false wisdom, who embrace deadly illusions. You would be tempted to
kill the inhabitants of the land, since you don't know what is good and
beautiful and enduring. Turn back! Turn back! If I let you pass you will not be
able to survive the active defenses of the people of the land beyond, who must
protect what is most precious, which has been entrusted into their stewardship
for endless development. Turn back my friend! Turn back! You don't belong there,
not yet, anyway."
reluctantly, but before turning back, I gained a glimpse of the inhabitants of
this land; men, women, not walking in pairs. I saw in their gestures their
universal embrace of each other; their heads raised up with the pride of a
divinely royal person; their eyes radiating with a satisfaction that I had
rarely seen; their smiles telling of a deep inner peace. I longed to be with
them. I was certain that I saw Veronica there.
back!" the gatekeeper demanded for the third time.
I knew deep
in my heart that I had no choice, but to comply. Crashing the gate wasn't an
option. If I did, I felt, I would be expelled by a higher power whose force I
wouldn't be able to resist.
As I turned
to go back, sadly, despondent over my inadequacy, I found myself in the temple
again, bewildered and puzzled by what I had seen.
I was alone
once more as before. All the gates were still closed around me. I looked towards
the East, and as I did, the thought of the East frightened me now. I saw in my
mind the image of the cradle of Jesus, the dawning of the Christ idea, the
spiritual idea of God. I saw in it an immense challenge, facing the power of God
and its imperatives. What if I came to stand in the way of this power? The way
marker for the gate said that the gate leads into the land of human freedom, the
freedom rooted in the highest idea of good, the universal welfare of mankind,
socially, civilly, and morally. I shook my head in frustration. The challenge
seemed too large. Indeed, the challenge made no sense, suddenly. "Am I my
brother's keeper?" I said to myself as I hesitated.
want to travel the river?" I heard a voice within.. "The name of the
river is Gihon." Uncertain, I took hold of the gate, and immediately I
found myself in a barge that was adorned like a pleasure boat, filled with
laughter and music. Fine wine was served. But the shores of the river were
scenes of chaos, lined with walls of smoke. The smell of burning flesh was in
the air. This time there were human voices heard from the land, but they were
cries of agony, slavery, hunger, war, oppression, and violence. I shook my head
again. I said, "I don't want to be here."
spoke from within; "This is the scene that mankind lives in. It is its
home, its treasury, the center and circumference of its being in a small
mankind see nothing else?" I asked. "Does it know nothing else? Is
there nothing brighter that has an impact on its life and its world? Are its
eyes blinded by the fire of its rage, and its ears deafened by the thunder of
its tumults, and the choruses of crying?"
didn't answer me. Perhaps it had no answer for what I saw.
far down the river I came upon a draw gate strung across the water. Its
inscription, to my great surprise, read; "The rights of woman acknowledged
morally, civilly, and socially."
approached the gate, the keeper of the gate came out and welcomed me.
I asked him,
"what is the meaning of woman?"
signifies mankind's humanity, the highest form of man," he said, "but
I cannot let you pass," he explained. "I can tell by your question
that you are too blind for this land. You can't see your own humanity. This land
is too demanding. The baggage that you carry will break your heart. Turn back!
Also, you would be too dangerous for the people of the land beyond, whose
culture you would not understand and would attempt to damage like an elephant in
a china shop." The gate keeper began to laugh. He opened his ledger and
entered my name as if it were for a traffic citation. "The law of this land
states that only complete individuals may pass beyond this point. I perceive
that you are not fully alive. Your name isn't registered in the book of the
living. You're are registered as one who is dead in mindless obedience and
subservience to myths. The land beyond is to complex for you, it would destroy
you, and you would be causing damage to it. Therefore you cannot pass! Turn
I nodded. But before turning back I observed the inhabitants of the land. They
were like people who had shed their chains, but not through tribulation. They
had their ears and eyes open to the bounty of their own creating. It was like a
land of Kings and Priests to a higher image of humanity than I had ever seen.
They were clothed with the sun, and had on their head a crown that was a ring of
stars. Nor were they any longer divided by sex. They appeared as if they
rejoiced, and for good reason, celebrating in their sparkling bright humanity.
The people I saw there appeared to have been exalted by their embrace of a
reality I had never seen. This time I did see Veronica among them, but too far
for me to reach.
back!" the gatekeeper demanded for the third time.
I drew away
from the gate, and as before, immediately, I found myself back in the temple.
But the temple looked different now. It had all the appearance of a church that
was also an institution for trials and healing and education. "No idleness
here!" read a tablet on one its pillars. However, the four gates still
remained. I looked at the gate to the North. I shied away from it. Likewise I
shied away from the gate to the East. Also their color didn't match the color of
the church as if they belonged to a different world, the world of the temple.
towards the South, now. The color of its gate matched the color of the church. A
feeling of serenity came over me. I thought of the warmth of a tropical
paradise. I could see the Southern Star in my mind, traversing a sunlit sky. The
name of the river that the gate of the South has inscribed into it, was Hiddekel.
Eagerly I touched the gate. As I did, I suddenly remembered that the genial
tropics were overlaid with the image of the cross, the cross of Calvary, the
cross that binds all humanity into solemn union. The river took me through a
land of cathedrals, gallows, and high priestly thrones littered with swords.
"What am I doing here?" I said to myself as there was no one with me.
"That's not a tropical paradise," I protested, but there was no one to
speak to who would hear my protests.
upstream again. I traveled in a stately royal barge, decorated with flowers. I
also saw great tablets of stone erected on the shore, some cut of white marble
with holy inscriptions that should remain for all ages. But the golden lettering
had faded. Only the blood beneath them was still fresh. And there were other
tablets, tablets of alabaster that carried the inscriptions of all the
abominations of history. The images with the inscriptions had become blurred
through the years. One was of the Whore of Babylon riding her scarlet colored
beast that was, and is not, and yet is. And at her feet, the kings that
worshiped her, who had no kingdom of their own, but received power as kings with
the beast from her; and beside her where the merchants who had waxed rich by the
abundance of her 'delicacies.'
I cried. "I don't want to be here!" but the barge went on and I
remained in it.
still other tablets of stone that I saw. Some were still under construction. A
lone workman carved the title of one: "The Thousand Year Anniversary of the
Christianization of Russia," it read. Beneath it was the scene of an orgy
Next went by
a huge tablet of black granite. It carried no picture, only an inscription in
gigantic letters carved very deep into the stone and filled with no coloring,
except the shine of black pitch: "IMF=death," it read.
tablet lay the ruins of ancient temples, and the ruins of cities of featureless
glass towers surrounded by barbed wire fences that had kept humanity in.
exhausted I came to the draw gate, almost relieved, as it promised the journey's
end, according to my previous experiences. However, I was puzzled by the
inscription on the draw gate. It read: "Divine Science understood and
the light of creation," I reasoned with myself. "We are also the IMF,"
said a voice within. "We have created death. We must go backwards over our
nakedness and rebuild the image of man, as the image of the creator of the
Universe in which we live. We must educate the whole of humanity with the truth,
and heal it. The image of our fellow man is our own. We must acknowledge that
which is true. This is love..."
gatekeeper interrupted my thoughts. "There is a law in this land that only
more complete individuals may pass..."
I raised my
hand to stop him and said that I knew all of this already.
cannot let you pass, turn back!" he said in a serious tone of voice as if a
teacher had failed a child in school for its own good. "I cannot let you
pass, because you cannot hear the language of the people in the land beyond.
Without knowing the language, you cannot hear the truth, nor discern the path on
which you are going. Return to the temple. If I let you pass, you would become
hopelessly lost. Also you would cause great damage to the land beyond, as a
fumbling moron. Turn back!"
that I would go back. Nevertheless I stalled him long enough to observe the
people of the land behind the draw gate. They were a strange people, as of one
mind, in a dialog with each other and with themselves, dialogs bright with
honesty, in which lies had no place to exist. The people were working as a team,
but no one was leading them. No dictator stood before them to conduct their
affairs. They were enlarging their tents freely. They had swung their doors open
wide. They called their tents a church, a laboratory for living, and its purpose
was to break the taboos of the shadows of the past.
I looked at
the gatekeeper and shook my head.
cannot let you pass," the gatekeeper repeated. "You have a vision, but
your vision is incomplete. This land destroys philosophers who do not wish to
think; who prostitute themselves into other people's service as most
philosophers do; who babble out what their masters demand, and then make the
people treasure that poison that is designed to kill them. That's the face of
people who are empty inside. Be kind to yourself, turn back, don't crash through
the gate, no matter how tempting this may seem. The damage you would cause would
hang like a millstone around your neck forever, and would eventually drown you.
We gate keepers are the protectors of civilization. Without protection the
brightest renaissance is doomed to be destroyed, as this happened so
surprised that this time the gatekeeper had come out of his gatehouse to meet me
without his book of the ledgers in hand.
his demand to turn back. "I will not turn back until you answer one
question that makes my coming here worthwhile!" I said to him.
gatekeeper smiled. "Congratulations my friend, ask away!"
was to turn back, how would I ever know when I have gained completeness? How can
I be complete in something that cannot be defined? How can I know that I am
complete?" I asked these things in exasperation.
easy," the gatekeeper replied and continued smiling. "You will know
that you are not empty of the truth, when your life becomes empty of what it is
not. Ponder about what you saw. Where the images true? Or where they but images
that you have accepted?"
away from him, disappointed and sad, and apparently not any wiser. Why did he
speak in riddles?
intrigued, though, by the people that I saw behind the draw gate, and by what
the gatekeeper had said that I could not understand.
As I turned
back, I found myself in the Church again.
as at all times before, I faced the next gate, the gate to the West, the last of
the four gates. "This gate leads to the golden shore of love and the
peaceful sea of harmony," said its inscription. The river that it was
leading to was called, Euphrates, and beneath the title was a mile long
description that said something about a new kind of science, called divine
Science, the science of our divinity that can take us beyond our limitations,
even while we seem to be bound to them.
puzzled. I looked towards the West, but I saw nothing but the empty sky and the
sun overhead. I also realized that the West is where the sun sets. Is this the
Golden Shore of Love where our love is mirrored in the golden glow of the sunset
that heralds the promise of a new day? Is the golden glow a metaphor for the
gold that we find, when we have lifted ourselves above the fog of Earth-bound
living? In this regard, I saw the sunset not so much as a portal to the darkness
of a night, but as a portal to the peace of a well-earned step of achievement.
myself pondering if I was ready to pass through that final gate, for that final
journey. Was I ready to face the struggles and agonies along the river? Would I
be rejected again, and be turned back? Was I still that empty inside to be
stopped as before, by the keeper of the draw gate? Was I full of what is not? I
paused and looked back across my entire life and examined critically what I had
stood for. Was it all emptiness? I answered without hesitation that it was not.
In that moment I touched the gate to the West.
flowed through a stormy land. The shores were steep vineyards, some giving way
to towering cliffs with shrines and churches on them, and places marked with
crosses and gravestones.
I was on a
sightseeing boat. The tourists were laughing, eager to learn, attentive to their
guide, who told them what to look for, what the sights represented, and how they
should feel about this country.
disappointed," I said to a man next to me. "I expected something
profound, like on the three previous rivers."
tour guide is lying," said the man. He whispered to me. "The churches
and temples are the edifices of cults." The man said this, and nodded, as
if he had been there. I believed him. His face had the scars of deep sorrows.
"Cultism is the most hidden and deep-cutting wickedness on Earth. It is the
church of poverty," he said. "Communism is a cult, and the West is
full of cults of greed, and sex, and power. Their dimension are inhuman, stark
coldness and cruelty. There is not a trace of anything human in them. Their
halls are the halls of fascism."
but then I cried because I knew the man had dared to open his eyes and had seen
what I had also seen, an emptiness surrounded by a finity that contained the
sword of violence. It was a scene that we were trained not to look at. However I
had also seen beyond that facade. "No! The West is not made up entirely of
cults," I answered the man. "The West has been built on science and
understanding, on universal principles, on breaking down limits and finity, and
improving the status of man."
at the coldness of the temples," the man replied as if it was his mission
to convince me. "Look at the blood stained palaces of their boardrooms at
the top floors of the glass towers beside the graves of the unemployed workers,
who were discarded the moment they were no longer a resource, but a liability.
And also look at the coldness of the prisons, and the coldness of the country's
is not human," I replied. "This is not love."
laughed. "What is love?" he said.
there is love, the kind that this madness cannot conceal," I said to him.
"The tour guide is a fraud. A blind man, leading the blind. This whole
river journey is false!"
looked at me, and then smiled. "The river is what you see," he said.
"The more you open your eyes, and then your mind, the more beautiful the
images become. Science is the gateway to the truth. Science is the Christ. This
river is your journey in the land of progressive science. It lets you see what
no eye can see, if you are willing."
I lifted my
gaze up to the steep hillsides again and cried. I cried for the pains of
humanity, pains that had no reason for being. Suddenly, the temples and churches
were no longer monuments of coldness, but had become palaces of infinity,
representing the truth and the power of understanding. They had become palaces
of universal knowledge, universities, churches.
moment I noticed a fork in the river that I had not seen before. A narrow branch
flowed out of a gorge that led deep into the mountains. It led between
rock-ribbed walls that echoed the call of wild cranes. I shouted to the captain,
"Change course! Follow this path!" I pointed to the branch of the
river that flowed out of the mountains, and pointed out that it flowed smoothly,
indicating a deep draught, while the river ahead was white with shallow waters.
The captain took note, but said, no. He said that the tourist director was in
charge and had commanded him to go straight on.
the director of myself, I can swim," I replied to the captain. I replied
cautiously. At first I replied only to myself, then I began shouting my reply
strongly to the captain; and immediately I jumped into the water. Everyone on
the boat shouted, "Come back, you can't do that!"
just did," I shouted back, and started to swim towards the canyon.
I swam the
entire length of the canyon, effortlessly overcoming the flow of its slow moving
current. In fact, I found the swimming invigorating. When the river widened
behind the gorge, it opened up and became wider, and flowed gently into a
valley. Far at the end of the valley I saw the familiar draw gate again. This
time its inscription read; "Divine Science encompassing the universe and
man; metaphysics taking the place of physics."
pass," I called to the gatekeeper as I climbed out of the water.
He shook his
head. "This land has a law..." he started to say, holding his hand up
to hold me back.
all that," I interrupted. "You must let me pass, because I have earned
my way across. I am no longer so empty inside that I do not know myself as a
human being. There is no need for you to hold me back."
gatekeeper looked at me, surprised, then nodded in agreement. "But you must
return to the church and to the temple. Whatever love you find in the land
beyond the draw gate shines resplendent only by what you bring to it, within
yourself. You require a strong inner light in this land, for the journey is
immensely great beyond the gate, and the path is not mapped out for you,"
he cautioned me.
He asked me
to read the inscription on the gate. "Do you know what divine Science
is?" he said. "It is the science of your divinity as a human being. It
is your gate to infinity. You must pass through this gate again and again, and
discover bit by bit your divinity. And this is an endless journey. There is no
finity beyond this gate."
I said that
I promised to return and do as he had told.
it that you do," the gatekeeper said. "If you don't do this, you will
be tempted to climb the great mountain for the majesty of the view that it
offers, and you will be tempted to write to all the world of its grandeur. But
your work will be empty, if it is not aglow with universal love and universal
sovereignty. It would then be of no use to anyone, but would become a prison. An
empty philosophy becomes a prison for humanity. You don't want to become a
prison keeper, do you? Then people would call on you and demand that you teach
them your new vision, and you will shackle and snare them with your dreams that
have nothing to do with reality, and build a prison for them. You will tell them
that there is no truth in anything, because without the divinity of love, truth
cannot be recognized. You will cripple them with expectations that you deprive
them of the means to grasp. And in the end you will find yourself proud to be
pushing them in the wheelchairs of your creating. Unless you understand the
science of the divinity of your being, your love for humanity tends to drive you
into dangerous quackery, and you will become a babbling fool. And so I must ask
you to examine yourself if you could stand before a mirror and say with all
honesty that the inhabitants of the land would not be harmed by you, entering
their land. If you can assure this to you, you are free to go on."
I paused. I
hesitated. I nodded.
on," he said, "but be aware not ever to loose sight of the divinity of
love. Its light is your humanity. Go and start climbing every path before you to
the last step, embrace the toil of your ascend, find the clear path through the
steaming jungles that give you access to the high meadows, and snow fields, from
were you are able to scale the tall cliffs, traverse walls of ice...."
on," I urged him.
He said, no.
"You lack one thing," he said. "Unless your experience enables
your brother to stand where you stand, turn back. By this alone you will know
that your living is complete. If you cannot guarantee to yourself that you will
do this, no matter what efforts this takes, you must go back to the gate where
you entered the river, the gate at the Church. From there you must conquer every
one of the other rivers. Each gate that you see there is a science-portal that
opens a pathway to new realms of truth. You must travel the rivers that are
rivers of science, and do this again and again until the draw gates are no
longer a challenge in your path as you can handle them by the power of your own
labor and the resulting achievements. Be aware that the land of love is a land
of tireless movements wrought with great responsibility towards your fellow man,
and towards the future of mankind, a responsibility for creating a renaissance
without end, the dynamics of which can be learned."
I nodded. I
said I understood. At least I thought I understood.
gatekeeper smiled. He motioned me to stand beside him. As I did, he instructed
me in the mechanics of how to lay a hand onto the hand wheel to raise the gate,
which he said I must do for myself.
rusty, the old Iron Gate rose. I cranked it up just high enough for me to pass.
With my task
accomplished, I plunged back into the river to swim on. As I did so, I found
myself in a cathedral. An usher approached me and demanded total silence.
around. Over the altar of the cathedral hung a series of large paintings. One of
them depicted a lone star shining above a dim night of chaos. The next showed
Jesus raising a young woman to life. "This scene is the miracle that will
rescue humanity from its tiny marriages," said a voice echoing in my head
as if someone had spoken and had stirred the great silence.
painting in line showed a woman writing in a book; and the next one was that of
a Christmas party. Among the guests of the party was a woman despondently
absent, reclining in a wheelchair, accompanied by another woman. The wheelchair
was pushed by a benign gentleman in black, who leaned over them both. Was I that
man? He was shown in a caring manner, having one hand on the wheelchair, the
other on the shoulder of the woman who looked longingly into his face.
understand the death that results from the care of one who has not grown up
towards a greater completeness?" the voice from within spoke to me again.
"Do you understand the deadly dangerous emptiness of the care of a person
who seeks to gain his completeness from others?"
I looked at
my marriage with Sylvia, as it had been along time ago. Had I treated Sylvia
that way? Heather was there, too. She had been in the wheelchair with her. I had
been pushing that wheelchair for a dozen years, but neither of them had been
helped by me in any way, because of my incompleteness. I also knew, that this
had been a long time ago. All of that had been changed.
following painting depicted a Christmas morning, and the resurrection of woman.
I saw a woman clad in white garments, followed by scenes of Christian healing in
which the sick person is a male and the healer that same woman, a clothed with
the sun, so it seemed, who represents our humanity as the gate keeper had
revealed. And one of the last images showed this woman again in the form of an
angel bidding entrance into the house of humanity with her hands on the
door-knocker that resembled a person who had folded his hands in front, so that
they would hit the genitals. I was startled by the design of the doorknocker.
The painting was titled: "Truth versus Error."
understand the meaning of the pictures?" whispered that voice from within.
"I do understand," I replied.
If you do,
you are ready to go on and to function in democratic association built on the
divinity of Love that is your divinity.
I closed my
eyes, and immediately I was on a river again. But the draw gate past the city of
glass towers was open this time. The gatekeeper waved as I swam beyond it, and
instantly I found myself in a wide mountain meadow. In front of me stood Anton.
She wore a white gown with a golden belt around her waist, and on her feet soft
Chinese shoes. I was also aware of yet another person. I looked, and saw Sylvia
standing beside me. She smiled, but said nothing. We were surrounded by a vast
sea of yellow flowers, ringed in the distance by tall blue mountains. We seemed
to match this beauty. We were all beautiful to each other. We loved each other's
smile and expression. We loved the way we dressed. We loved the way our hair
moved in the gentle breeze, and the way we spoke to each other, and the way we
thought. Our gestures were inviting and reassuring. There was peace in this
world and a feeling in the heart that no sexual elation could equal, though it
seemed to be an element of it. "This is the sublime," said the voice
from within. "This moment will change and uplift your life, and will uplift
humanity with it. You have become free."
forward and removed Anton's golden belt and her white dress, and looked into her
face and smiled. It was radiating with the loveliest smile, a smile that stirred
a deep feelings in me. I also noticed her breasts, which were the same as those
that I had seen in the solarium. I reached out to her. We reached out to each
other. We embraced one-another. We kissed. I relished her touch, the touch of
her body. We held each other tight, and when we let go I felt no loss.
heavenly touch has made you so exceedingly beautiful, Anton?" I whispered
as we faced each other.
that I have done! I haven't changed," she answered. "But you have
grown. You have grown rich. You have become more complete. Your embrace includes
worlds upon worlds that you hadn't looked at before."
Sylvia stood afar, waving to me from a distance, in the way that Tara had waved
to me years ago in Ruggels' lounge. Only the meaning was different this time. At
Ruggels' the people around us had been like props. We alone had seemed real. Now
our waving to each other was as if it included the totality of all being in a
giant embrace. Here Sylvia, too, was free: free to stand on her own, free to be
at my side, free to stand afar satisfied.
waved to her and threw kisses. I called out to her that I loved her. We kept on
waving as she receded from view, and still, she was as if she had remained with
rivers have taken your nakedness from you and given us great riches in which we
can see what we have never seen before," I heard her call out to us, from
the distance. Her voice was carried by the wind.
this liberation is bound up the hope of the world," said Anton. "It
guarantees the survival of Africa, the end of violence, a call to enrich the
Earth with a new rising of man, even the liberation of Russia, China, and
America from themselves, for themselves, and by themselves."
spoke, I became aware of another person at my side. I noticed Heather standing
beside me. She stood tall, beautiful and proud, clad in her birthday suit. We
embraced each other. Then I noticed Sylvia again. She was with us in our
embrace, but she was different, somehow. She was like someone who is richly
adorned with the gift of love that we had all brought to each other. "There
will be war no longer," said Anton with a smile.
heard the voice from within, again speaking to me in the rhythm of a familiar
poem that went something like this:
Oh, joy and
the unknown, the yet to be known,
the fleeting recovered from distant vale
fire of the sublime.
the gold unseen by greed, by toil, by the dead,
the eternal overflowing fount,
ruler of the greatest riches.
Oh, life, a
communication without words,
reclaimed, cut loose,
from iron anchors wedged deep in heavy darkness
daring to be, a sun beneath the rain.
the great science, our power,
beyond the dark homes of the living dead,
the morning dew from heaven's bounty,
that feeds the flower and a world that lives on wings.
what is the sublime?" I heard myself asking. "Is it related to the
couldn't answer, I woke from my dream, though acknowledging with joy that the
sublime was already unfolding in the sublimity of our discoveries of the wonders
Horizons, Chapter 7)
related to love
Let's drink to the truth
A girl named Lianhua
Love: The Thing - I had a dream
Land of Four Rivers
Queen of the New Law
The voice of a bird woke me
The Royal Dance
Love Among the Stars
Harvest is Seedtime
Love: Home Page
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