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Soulmate, Myself:
Omega Point

Kairissi & Elenchus:

XVII
 

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Elenchus. I thought we had finished our conversation, but I need to add something.

Kairissi. (silence)

E. We are having these discussions within the framework of “Omega Point” - the destiny and evolvement of human beings. We, the two of us, are but one couple within a vast multitude of potential Twin-Soul unions. And my focus right now is drawn toward what it takes, in terms of maturity, to be worthy, so to speak, to enter the eternal marriage.

K. We’ve learned that not only people of the Earth are unknowledgeable about Twin love but, even in Summerland, most have never heard of this.

E. That’s what “The Wedding Song” and other Spirit Guides have said. Most Twins come together in worlds beyond Summerland.

K. This fact alone suggests that the Twin marriage is not something that you can just fall into so easily. Most are not ready, and are far from ready.

E. Acquiring enough spiritual maturity to enter the eternal marriage is no small accomplishment.

K. It would have to be something special, wouldn’t it, because we’re not talking about “John and Mary”, together only for a term of years, but Twins are the real deal, and they’re “in contract” for eternity.

E. Your point is well taken, and preparing oneself for an eternal marriage is no light matter.

K. I mean, think of it! a marriage to last an infinite number of eternities!

E. This means that when a couple has been together for a million or a billion years, they'll still have an infinite number of years ahead of them.

K. It's almost frightening, isn't it. But we talked about this in the "terror of eternity" article.

E. But it’s only a problem if “John and Mary” enter the equation. With them, they take the ego with them wherever they go, and that spoils everything.

K. And so the real problem is, how to defuse the ego.

E. The dysfunctional ego, as we’ve discussed many times, is the cause and root of all evil in the universe. There’s an “inset box” written by the author on this subject, and I’d like to bring it to our attention and then comment.

K. Very well.

K. Elenchus, “Omega Point” is much more than “let’s get enough maturity so we can get married as Twins.” All that is well and good, but there’s much more at stake here. “Omega Point” is about reaching “the next level” of human evolutionary development. When we achieve that, we get the eternal Twin marriage for free.

E. That’s a really great way of putting it, Kriss – “we get the eternal Twin marriage for free.”

K. Look at the inset box, all those examples of the ego's false images. We were posterkids for quite of few of them, especially back then, but even in recent years.

E. Tell me what you see.

K. Well, here’s a ripe one:

“I am the person who needs you to make me happy. You can be my friend/lover/relative if you do what I say and think as I think. I need you to love me, to compliment me, to defer to me, so that I can judge myself as ok.”

K. And the next one, too:

“I am the person associated with you, and if you disappoint me, if you fall short of my expectations - especially after all I've done for you - if you fail to make me happy, if you begin to take on contrary opinions, then you will become a threat to what I want and to the image I’ve created for myself. If any of this happens, then, of course, I’ll have no choice but to get rid of you, even though we’ve meant much to each other over long years.”

K. I mean, this is exactly what happened to me, and to us. At thirteen I knew I liked you, and I was already living in my head about how you could “make me happy.”

E. Ironically, there’s nothing so wrong with this. Your future mate should make you happy.

Mary Jane, running, to be with Peter, the "boy next door," the one she was in love with, all along

K. Yes, thank you, but, we know that all goes awry when the ego identifies with this, tries to use others to fill the existential neediness. Then we go off the rails real fast.

E. I think it’s important to realize that our problem at thirteen was not just “a lovers’ spat,” as Elvis sang, but that we were playing with a dark ego-dynamic,one that leads nations into bloody conflict, or long-time friends to curse each other, or brothers to turn away. These false images of the ego create all the evil in the world. And we were not immune at age thirteen.

K. Elenchus, we’ve said this before but, if we had come together early on – we would not have been happy. Our relationship then, despite a hidden soul bond, would have been ill-founded. Effectively, we would have entered a “John and Mary” union, and things would not have worked out well.

E. What you just said reminds me of something. Could I take a minute to share it?

K. Please.

E. Not long ago I’d fallen asleep, and, when I awoke, the lyrics to the old Monkees’ song “Daydream Believer” were on my mind. Strangely, though, I suddenly understood something of the song’s meaning – it had never really made sense to me, all these years.

K. What did you see?

E. I saw that this isn’t really a sweet love song at all. It’s about “John” coming to realization that his “Mary”…

K. … his “sleepy Jean.”

E. That’s right – his "sleepy Jean", and his relationship with her, wasn't so wonderful. Let me give you my quick paraphrase of the song and then I’ll read a critic’s review: A fellow is jarred by the six o’clock alarm. He doesn’t want to get up. He’d rather hide under the wing of the singing bluebird outside his window. He’s not so excited about life. Even so, he begins to get ready for work, makes his way to the bathroom sink, and starts to shave.

K. But “the razor’s cold and it stings.”

E. The cold razor becomes stark contrast to the warmth of escapism.

K. They don’t call him “daydream believer” for nothing.

E. It gets a little worse. The cold razor brings to awareness the current meager reality shared with his bedmate, “sleepy Jean.” He sees her there, in quiet repose; and, with some dismay, envisions how far they’ve drifted from their high school ideal. She "once thought of" him as her "white knight on a steed" - but not anymore.

K. In full-bloom of teen girlhood, she'd enjoyed status of “homecoming queen”; the reign, however, was severely truncated. As for him, back then he was cute, he liked a good time, with ready jokes to make her laugh. His prospects for career and earning a living, though, were not stellar, but he was fun to be with, and so she allowed herself to be gulled by this “daydream believer.”

E. But that was awhile back, and now they have money problems: their “good time,” unceremoniously, “ends, without dollar one to spend.”

K. Ellus, the lyrics of this song are quite brief. Are we sure we aren’t reading too much into this?

E. Here’s the clincher. The recording company forced songwriter, John Stewart, to change one of the words. But allow me to share a well-written review from Variety magazine:

“The song’s lyrics focus on the endgame of a comfy, but increasingly distant, relationship, with the narrator ‘caught in mid-gaze before the bathroom mirror, reflecting on the quiet dissolution of his materialistic marriage – a union between ‘a daydream believer and a [long ago] homecoming queen,’ now curdled ...

K. Curdled! – gone sour.

“... driven more by money than by romance. RCA Records did not like the song as written by Stewart, and insisted on changing a critical word. Stewart originally wrote: ‘Now you know how funky I can be,’ but RCA wanted to change it to, ‘Now you know how happy I can be’ … Stewart initially objected because the change would completely reverse the meaning of the song.”

K. Wow. I have to admit, the meaning of that song escaped me. But, if we had married early on, we too, I feel, would have been dissatisfied. Not because of money problems -- we're too hard-working for that -- but something far worse, a poisonous spirit between us; our old anger and short-fuse would have destroyed intimacy.

E. There was that psychic-medium who "saw" our past and said the same thing... that we would have "grated" on each other, "like sandpaper".

K. Our own version of "the razor's cold and it stings." I’m feeling sort of breathless, Ellus. I think it’s because, though I’ve been aware, for some time, of what we need to change, right now it all seems clearer.

E. Back then, there was nothing fundamentally wrong with you wanting to find happiness with me. It's supposed to be the job of the one you love to "make you happy." It’s just that… we were too immature to understand how the ego ruins everything.

K. Elenchus, I’m seeing that it takes a good while to prepare for the eternal marriage. It’s not so easy to “defang” the ego. It’s been leading us all of our lives, and it can't be “switched off” in a day.

E. There’s a reason why, as the Guides inform, most Twins do not come together in Summerland. It takes some little time to prepare heart and mind. And I think this is true even if we know who the true mate is.

K. Teachers like Krishnamurti have done a good job explaining what we’re up against in dismantling the ego. But most of us have not listened.

E. After 60 years of giving lectures, he said that 95% of people are not interested in these things.

K. They don’t really believe the ego is all that bad or could cause that much trouble. Most people think, as I did at thirteen, that if you find the one you want, then love will make its own way.

E. And, of course, there’s truth to that, too.

K. There’s truth to it, but not enough, and I provided ample evidence of the deficit. Good intentions, while necessary, of and by themselves, are insufficient to mature us in a day. It takes a lot of practice of "finding the true self" to reduce the influence of the ego.

E. We’re making progress, though.

K. Maybe, but… how long will it take until I’m not “radioactive” and too easily taken over by the ego?

E. (silence)

K. You once told me that you would “wait for me, no matter how long the wait.” And I value that promise more and more now. But, Elenchus, you’ve been at this game of subduing the ego longer than I have… and it makes me wonder: When you said you’d wait for me, I don’t think you meant it in reference to ego concerns… and so, now I’m the one who needs to say, “Will you wait for me, Elenchus?”

K. You’ve always felt that you’ll cross over first. Will you contact me?

E. I’ve given this some thought.

K. Maybe you could appear to me.

E. That’s not always easy to arrange.

K. Are you hesitant about this?

E. (silence)

K. What is it, Elenchus?

E. When somebody you know… somebody you’re close to… dies... and you suddenly realize that he's gone from this Earth, and that you no longer have opportunity to easily reach him; moreover, if you'd wished for it to be so, that you would never see him again.

K. (silence)

E. This realization of loss can mess with your head... and change you... it could be like peering into the boundless abyss of darkness...

'nothing was of any value without him'   Anne Of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery (1985) “Oh, the black years of emptiness stretching before her!”   "There is a book of Revelation in every one's life, as there is in the Bible… She loved Gilbert -- had always loved him! She knew that now. She knew that she could no more cast him out of her life without agony than she could have cut off her right hand and cast it from her… If she had not been so blind -- so foolish -- she would have had the right to go to him now. But he would never know that she loved him -- he would go away from this life thinking that she did not care. Oh, the black years of emptiness stretching before her! She could not live through them -- she could not! … Nothing was of any value without him. She belonged to him and he to her. In her hour of supreme agony she had no doubt of that… Oh, what a fool she had been not to realize what the bond was that had held her to Gilbert... And now she must pay for her folly as for a crime.”

K. What are you suggesting?

E. I’ll need to make sure you really want contact from me.

K. Why wouldn’t I?

E. (sighing)

E. I just want to make sure… I know we’ve talked about this, but… you don’t really understand what happened to me, when…

K. (silence)

E. ... those things you said… that was the worst experience of my life… I still recall, I still feel it... the blood rushed to my head and then out of it, a cold numbness of death swept over me, I couldn't breathe...  and now, most days I’m still haunted by the memory.

K. (silence)

E. And so I want to be sure… that this is what you really want… because it’ll be different when I’m gone… and you’ll have a chance to read your own feelings, and know your own mind, in a new way.

K. (silence)

E. When you’re alone during that coming time, and if the austerity of the forbidding moment brings an icy touchstone of truth, then you will see clearly what is in your heart… concerning us. And so, if you find yourself missing me… talk out loud, as if we were face-to-face… just talk out loud, and I will hear you… and then you can tell me what you really want…

K. Elenchus... everything's so complicated, so messed up... as kids we had no idea it would be this hard to "get back to zero."

E. (silence)

K. What Anne said sums up our problem: “Nothing was of any value without him.” This isn’t going away for us. We have to deal with it, each for the other, or we'll never find happiness, ever - just "black years of emptiness" in the coming eternities.

K. Elenchus… I know that I brought, as you say, “the worst experience” of your life… someday you will understand that I was not fully in possession of my faculties during those dark times.

E. (silence)

K. But, what I’d like to point out right now is from a teacher we’ve referenced before. Let me bring it to our attention once more:

Emma Hardinge Britten (1823-1899) began to exhibit mediumistic abilities as a young girl. Later, as a writer and public speaker, she would become an advocate for the Spiritualist movement:

"It is soul affinity … the realization that man and woman have no actual existence apart from each other; that they are, in fact, counterparts, without which their separate lives are imperfect and unformed.  Life is dual … and love, true soul-love, is the bond of union which reunites the severed parts.  It exists independent of personal charms or mental acquirements; subsists through sickness or in health, through good or evil report, lives on for the one beloved … and realizes heaven only in the union which death may interrupt but can never sever [or "be sundered" as Jesus used the phrase]. Divine spiritual affinity survives death and the grave, unites the two halves of the one soul, and in eternity perfects the dual nature of man and woman into one angel."

exist only contradistinctionally

Editor's note: Yes, of course -- what a brilliant comment by Emma: "man and woman have no actual existence apart from each other"; for, can hot have any meaning without cold? does in offer import bereft of out? or, up apart from down, yin devoid of yang? All polar opposites exist only contradistinctionally, at the antithetical pleasure of a counterpartal other. And the greatest of dialecticisms is female and male, woman and man. These have no actual existence without each other.

K. There is so much here that’s important; but, let us take note of Emma’s assertion concerning the true love:

"It exists independent of personal charms or mental acquirements; subsists through sickness or in health, through good or evil report, lives on for the one beloved."

K. I was rereading this passage, and was stopped short by the phrase, true love endures even “through good or evil report.” And now the question will be asked, if love is true, why would there be any possibility of “evil report”? It seems so out-of-place. But we know how this can happen.

E. (silence)

the evil report, and why it has no real power

K. Right now you are burdened with an “evil report” about me. It’s a report, from your own self to yourself, about how I acted. I do not excuse the infraction. Even so, it’s astonishing to me that, when love is true, an “evil report” cannot expunge a desire for the beloved. I know you sometimes muse with yourself about other “perfect girls” you’ve known, and you ask the question, “why can’t I love a normal good girl and just escape all this drama?” (sighing) I understand.

E. (silence)

K. It is strange, however, that another “perfect girl” with “good report” cannot reach your deepest soul-affections; instead, the one of “evil report”, who has caused you much misery, continues to invade, and reside within, your inmost sensibilities. And none of this soul-anomaly can be changed.