There is a single part of my being which can’t be defined by science, classified by Linnaeus, originated by Darwin. It’s the most important part of me and my reason for being here. It is the eternal individuality which is planted in my being. Sometimes it feels like a root among others – after all, [...]
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Where did our true being come from? What calls it into sight now? The same thing: Love and love. No imitation can come near it. If I mimicked the quality that makes day what it is, I’d be a very poor sun. To night, I’d be a failure as a moon. If I copied a [...]
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What you have received freely, give freely. This is the motto of Light on the Page. Should I lose what I’ve received to the flash and flicker of life, to the slip and slightness of day? There’s every inducement to do so. Every ad, everything that testifies to itself, asks you to do that. Will [...]
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Dying is a symbol. A symbol of coming into being. We know this from dreams. The unconscious is a gifted poet who reveals emerging life in the image of death. How much greater would be the supra-conscious, which handles and metamorphoses the gift of new life itself? The opportunity lies open to become poets in [...]
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There are certain times when we are clarified, moments when we’re lifted up or expanded, to reach the eternal wings of the divine. Their span is a soft thing, a gentle purple, broader and more tender than the help of any church or body on earth which ministers to our needs. If someone has died [...]
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How little room for the eternal there is in the world! Isn’t this a strange thing, that what is biggest of all should be squeezed out by time and its expediencies? But it’s not strange – we have to pull our socks on in the morning and do a million other things before the moon [...]
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