Tuesday 31 January 2012

The Golden Chain


I'm afraid that at this point, in the year 2012, I see the terrible monster of our age lying, all humps and coils, across or around our beautiful earth. And yet, in the spiritual sense, I see the brightest angels spread across the sky above us. What exactly is the monster identified with? Technology? Well, from one point of view consciousness has been technologized to an untold degree. But from another we all use it and live in it and express our humanity through it, if we will. It's not decisive. The attitude that implants mechanization in our hearts instead of humanity? We can fight it - we can breathe with love and fire and remain ourselves. The striking cold of the mind? This is the one that frightens - it depends on the warmth of the ego to prevent the mind going cold.

But there is a way. We have friends in the future: future selves, future humanity. These people are looking back at us even now. Through our effort of will, through our hope and faith, through our joining with the angels in the sky above us, we create, link by link, a golden chain which reaches into the very hands of the people of the future. And then they will say of us, 'They stayed, they remained, they believed - and that is why we are here now.' In a sense there is nothing else to do but endure until the end - until the monster of our age has done his worst. And to hope that God will shorten those days.

This may seem apocalyptic. We tend to forget that the beast is alive and worming his way through human consciousness - through the heart, through the hands, through the mind - and attempting to lay hold of the human ego. If those hands instead hold the golden chain then a future is assured.

Jay

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