Words from Pep
A Walk Toward Awakening
A dream had awakened me. Losing the
battle to return to sleep I put on my clothes and stepped outside. Now, in
another surreal dreamscape, before the moon surrendered the night to the sun, I
ventured alone in a monochromatic world where my vision was opened to the unity
before me. My state of reality altered and I saw harmony in all things. . . . .
In the surf’s roar and silent movement of mists, in every act of love and
kindness, in the heart of Sequoia and every creeping thing is His habitation.
He floats through grass and rides the whirlwind. He fashions ocean wave and
chisels mountain crags. In the breath of Vesuvius and collapse of St. Helen, in
the whispering grace of the lily, the Answer to All Mysteries is revealed. In
you, in me, in friend and enemy, within sentient and inanimate dwells One
Designer. . . . . . I looked into the sky and asked myself, “How is it that
this Truth is so unmistakable, yet so often hidden? How is it that I should
walk in blindness before the Artist, deafness in the company of the Conductor,
as zombie in the presence of Life?” . . . . . This knowledge of the heart is
heaven itself. This knowing, that we are immersed in the Great Caring, lifts us
to wonder and holy carelessness, frees us to live. . . . . Here in the divinity
of this night I had fallen into this One Who Is Always There, my Beginning and
My End, my Comfort, Peace and Lover. He is the fire in the forest and its
rebirth from dark ash. He is in the beauty of tender compassion, in hunting
wolf and broken bones of caribou, in Solomon’s temple and the Pyramids of Giza.
. . . . . Though we are often distracted, deceived; though, in fear we
needlessly struggle for survival and approval, around us at every moment is our
All Parent - Father/Mother, the Loving Anchor of Reality and I, we, all things
are safely, forever embraced. . . . . . In this night, now standing near a
solitary elm whose umbrella like canopy sealed off the sky, it occurred to me –
beyond what obscures my vision is that which is actual, that which transcends
what I think so real. . . . . My stroll in the night was not a dream, but a
walk toward awakening.
ONE WORLD - ONE FAMILY
OF MAN - ONE CREATOR OF ALL
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