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Soulmate, Myself:
Omega Point

Restatement

true love is rekindled by returning not just to the memory but to the ever-present energies, which originated, and continue to sustain 

 

 

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Editor’s prefatory comment:

On the “belief” page we discussed an item of supreme importance, brought to our attention by Dr. Carl Jung. The concept has to do with God as an experience not just a belief.

Allow me to quote from that writing:

the biblical Greek word commonly translated "faith" or "believe" is often better rendered "trust"; we are to trust, not in words, not in hearsay evidence, not in fulminations of infallible gurus, not in second-hand revelations, but in a personal experience with the Divine - on this we are to build our lives, now and eternally

Dr. Carl Jung 

 

"Religion is a defense against the experience of God."

"One of the main functions of organized religion is to protect people against a direct experience of God."

Editor’s note: The more we identify with a particular belief system, which, purportedly, encapsulates “the truth,” the more dysfunctional we become, cut-off from the source of authentic spirituality. Why is this so? To identify with a belief system is tantamount to identifying with one’s own thinking, the “voice in the head,” which is the “false self.” To do so mutes the inner whispering of the “true self.”

“… nobody assumes that God is an immediate experience. In the Christian church they talk so much of the necessity of believing in God that one really becomes doubtful whether God can be an experience. You see, if we have the experience, we don’t need to believe. So the Greek word pistis, which means confidence, loyalty, is not at all what we understand by believing; it means the loyalty to the fact of the experience. … All the belief in the world doesn’t make it;… without an experience of God one has really no right to make the effort to believe—it leads nowhere.”

"Belief is no adequate substitute for inner experience, and where this is absent even a strong faith which came miraculously as a gift of grace may depart equally miraculously. People call faith the true religious experience, but they do not stop to consider that actually it is a secondary phenomenon arising from the fact that something happened to us in the first place which instilled pistis into us—that is, trust and loyalty."

Editor's note: We are to “go within” and seek for an authentic sense, even, a mystical revelation of God. This process is meant to be ordinary and commonplace, to be received by every human being. See more discussion on the “true self” page.

However, it’s occurred to me that perceiving or recognizing one’s true mate is not so unlike coming to access the reality of the divine. After all, she is “made in the image”, with the task of revealing the “face of God” to you.

But, instead of a mystical avenue to one’s Twin Soul, John and Mary insist on turning this process of discovery into a form of materialism. As it is common to seek for God via church attendance, a study of holy books, a subservience to authority-clergy, and other externals, so, too, people of the world speak of “working” on their marriages and relationships. Grit and will-power, seemingly, is called for. Vows, promise-keeper resolutions, tenacity and effort, rededications, and similar beggarly contrivances – all external modes of impetus – are called on to rekindle what was so easily lost.

But true love does not work this way. You don’t have to work on it, it will work on you, turn you upside down, inside out, every which way but loose, as it takes a particular two on a magical mystery ride of spiritual evolution. Here’s how it works:

 

 

Elenchus. I was listening again to that lecture by Peter Russell on “the world from light’s point of view".

Kairissi. That was quite a presentation he gave.

E. He was saying that light is not really part of this world, it’s not part of the space-time continuum. Light has one foot in the ethereal realm of consciousness and one foot in the 3-D cosmos. And it doesn’t really fit here.

K. We need to encourage our readers to see the article on Peter’s talk, it’s really something.

E. And the thought came to me, true love is sort of like light. It’s not really part of this world. It’s so different. It’s really a herald of another world.

K. Develop this thought, Elenchus.

E. Well, as you know, there could be so much to say, volumes could be offered. But, there’s one aspect that’s been on my mind; actually, I think about it almost every day of my life. You know, that time when we were kids, and we suddenly realized we felt something different when we were together.

K. (smiling) I know what you’re thinking of.

E. We were nine years old. We were talking on the phone after a favorite tv program. And life was never really the same after that.

K. Is what we experienced like light not being part of this world?

E. I think the answer is yes but, having said this much, our readers will assume that, from that interaction forward, I was all lovey-dovey toward you. But that’s not what happened at all.

K. Tell me about it.

E. (sighing) I know you remember. It was very hurtful to you.

K. (softly) Elenchus, why don’t we give our readers more detail on what happened.

E. We were nine – nine and a half. It was early January. It was a Friday. Both of us came home from school to find that we had chicken-pox. I actually know the exact date because I happened to discover, in a family journal, a note jotted by my mother stating that I’d come down with the childhood disease.

K. I didn’t know you had that record.

E. I was surprised to find it. And later on that evening, each of us watched a favorite television program, “The Flintstones.”

K. That would have been around eight o-clock.

E. Not long ago, I actually checked on the airing time of that show, just to verify the time; and, indeed, it was presented on Friday evenings. Well, after the program – and here is where my memory fails me – somehow we ended up on the phone with each other. I don’t recall who phoned who.

K. I don’t have a clear memory of who phoned first, but I’ll bet you dollar it was me phoning you. You were really distracted in those days, and I’m pretty sure it was me.

E. I think you’re right.

K. So, buddy, what do you remember from that phone call?

E. Well… first of all, it’s remarkable that I should remember anything of that phone call. I mean, in my entire growing-up years, I would have had many phone calls, but I don’t remember any of them – only this one.

K. (silence)

E. Now, I could rationalize and say, we had such a good time talking that it made an impression on me and so I remember having that fun. But that doesn’t fully account for it.

K. Why not?

E. A great many times during childhood I’d be with my cousins and sometimes we’d make little jokes and carry on a lot, having great fun… but… I don’t really remember those times very much, or very clearly; not really… but I do remember talking with you that evening.

K. (softly) Tell me what you remember.

E. I remember you imitating or trying talk like the cartoon characters in the show, and you’d be laughing and laughing, and then I started to laugh and laugh with you.

K. (laughing)

E. This was remarkable in another way because often your usual mode of dealing with me was to be somewhat snarky.

K. (laughing) It was my night off.

E. (laughing) You were just sick that night.

K. (smiling) It was my nine year-old inartful way of getting your attention, buddy.

E. I get that now… but it didn’t seem like it at the time.

K. (laughing) If you can’t take a joke, you shouldn’t be my little friend.

E. (laughing)

K. (stifling a laugh) So tell me what else you remember from that phone call.

E. You know… this is hard to explain, but… I started to feel really good… I mean, almost like I was intoxicated. And when I say this, it sounds like a nothing-statement. Kids feel good all the time when they’re playing, and it’s no big deal… but, this was different… Let me talk this out to make myself clear.

K. Take your time, Elenchus.

E. We were both nine years old. But you, as a girl, were way ahead of me psychologically. You were “nine going on nineteen” but I was only nine, and a boy.

K. (silence)

E. As you know, I was very distracted at that time, lived in my own little world, was very unaware of many things going on around me. Here’s a classic example of what I mean, and this happened a few years later, but I was still half-baked. At school I took choir class. We met three times a week. For six weeks we were preparing for a Christmas concert. Much of our class-time revolved around prepping for the concert. It’s pretty much all we talked about for those six weeks. However, fast-forward to mid-December. It’s 3:50 and the buses are pulling up in front of the school. As we’re being dismissed from whatever class we were in at the time, a message comes over the loudspeaker from the principal: “And just a reminder to the members of choir class to enter the auditorium fifteen minutes early before tonight’s concert.” And when I heard that, I felt great shock: “What concert?! Nobody told me about a concert! What right do they have to spring this on me like this?!”

K. (smiling) That is pretty bad, buddy.

E. It’s incredible. How did I manage to attend six weeks of choir class and totally block out what we were doing there? But, I mention this only to offer example of my state of mind – if I had one at the time.

K. (smiling) You know what’s really funny here is that you grew up to be this paragon of insight, one who studies awareness with Krishnamurti, somebody who’s known for his wisdom and perspicacity. Wow, buddy!

E. (sighing) So, back to the “Flintstones” call. When I say that I was starting to feel really good, this doesn’t mean that I was totally aware of this sense of feeling good. I was like an egg not yet hatched. Truth be told, it’s more accurate to say that the good feelings I was registering with you were being stored away for future inspection.

K. Like our little joke about the basement of the British Museum.

E. Yes, like that – to be uncrated years in the future. In fact, some of those early memories with you would not rise to the surface of my consciousness for another 50 years. In the meantime, I just repressed everything.

K. (sighing) And, explain to everyone why you needed to protect yourself… why you needed to repress this memory.

E. I would, much later in life, realize that what I felt with you, and for you, during that time of great merriment, constituted the happiest moments of my entire childhood. Yes, I know, that’s quite a statement. How could it be true as I had many good times with cousins during those early years?

K. (silence)

E. But my flight into superlative is not finished. Again, decades later, as I retraced the steps of good feelings’ memory, as I weighed in the balance what happened on that cold January evening, and as I compared what I felt then, with you, and for you, to my utter astonishment, I suddenly saw clearly that, not just for the childhood years but, in my entire life, I never again felt as good as I did when I was nine, laughing with you.

K. (deeply sighing) Oh, Elenchus…

E. In my mind and heart, in those “3 AM introspections,” I now see that there was no way to avoid this. First, I was too young to receive you. To use a biblical expression, I was a “cake not turned,” a pancake done on one side, gooey on the other. I was too immature, and nothing could speed up the process of my development. I was a slow learner. Even more, there were lessons I needed to learn, things I needed to study, in order to enter my best maturity – and, as I see it now, I needed to do these things alone. It just wasn’t our time to be together yet, Kriss, and nothing could have changed that.

K. (sighing) Elenchus, say more about this experience with me.

E. Something deep inside began to emerge when we laughed together. The good feelings were more than mere appreciation of something funny. On a deeper level I was experiencing the preliminary joys of darling companionship with you. Of course, it was all very premature, but that didn’t invalidate the revelation.

K. It was a forerunner of our joyous life to come, all the love that we will one day share.

E. And this is what Carl Jung was talking about. When we have that mystical experience, that revelation of ultimate reality, it’s like a secret treasure that we carry with us in our hearts. It’s always there, it never goes away; a million years from now it will still be warming us, leading us, offering authentication concerning the rightness and sacredness of our Twin Soul status.

K. To this memory of happiness, we will come back to, and come back to, virtually, every day of our eternal lives. It’s like a beacon that points the way home for us. After an experience like that, we’re never deceived about who we are to each other. And so we build our lives around this solid and enduring revelation. This is Jung's lesson.

E. We should clarify an item here, though: we return to that original experience, not just as a memory, an artifact of by-gone pleasantness, but as a present living reality.

K. This is important to make clear.

E. The soul-energies which created the first "revelation" remain and are very much in good order, and aren't going away.

K. Elenchus, as a most noteworthy footnote to the “Flintstone” call, we should point out that one week later, once again after the tv program, we talked on the phone, and the whole cascading effect of pure joy for us happened all over again!

E. It was like Mary Lou Retton doing another flip off the balancing beam, another perfect ten, just to show that the first one wasn’t a fluke.

K. It is astonishing to me that we could retrieve that extreme delight, almost at will, just by being together, just by wanting it. This says to me that there’s something very sacred and very wonderful at the core of our Twin Soul “One Person” status. In this life, we weren’t allowed to enjoy this very much, but we can tell now that the energies of lovers’ delight remain firmly in reserve for us, ready to be retrieved as desired, ready to sparkle our lives in the coming new world.

E. I feel that to be true.

K. I would like to offer one more thing.

E. Please.

K. I know that you weren’t yet mature enough to process what happened to us on those January evenings. But, for myself, as Love is my home-domain, I did not forget. And, in great measure, this is why I finally came to you, a few years later, to speak intimately with you. Yes, I know, you were still unformed and not ready, but I didn’t fully understand that at the time. However, my point is, I felt that I had a kind of right to go to you, to speak to you virtually as if we were lovers, and this sense of permission suffusing my spirit came to me based on what we’d experienced together when we were nine.

E. I understand. You acted reasonably. We both did – given our capacities at the time.