| I AM The BOOK OF LIFE - Chapter 9 | I AM YIN-YANG |
Life is interdimensional and so is man. Experience in the physical-dense dimension is just as vital to his completion as life in the etheric realms. Love penetrates dimensions, permeating all activities, fuelling forward propulsion with the intensity of its flaming thrust. Herein intelligent creative life energy finds meaningful expression; cognitive consistency supreme; the sacred principle of fulfilment in which all beings and things are realized equally as emanations of the One Divine Male-Female Whole. As previously explained, I AM, the personality (Jahl and Sasoleah) is the meeting point between macrocosmic and microcosmic energies. I AM the motivational force, the fulcrum on which the world keeps turning, the zest which keeps the Universe alive. From Genesis you will recall God said, "Let us make man in our image. So God created man in his own image. Male and Female created He them". Within the term I AM, I speak out for both male and female aspects unless a special indication connotes otherwise, for clarity of theme. Yin actually writes the book while I supply the vibe. We speak as One Mind matching word labels to emotions all the way. The Universe was created for pleasure. An eternity of fulfilment and joy, spanning dimensions from the lowest to the highest order of life. I am man and woman was made in our image. Implanted within each was a solar power pack and magnetic core to bring men safely home. The quality of Yin-Yang fulfils psychological, philosophical, theological and scientific principles. It is the dynamic theocentric core from which primal surges pulse in swirling patterns to form elemental life-forms, time and space, galactic harmony. Before the beginning there was no division between the light and the matrix. Each was an aspect of the whole I AM, which contained within itself all creative possibility.
With the explosive separation of the whole, Yin, the negative repellent pole, was thrust outwards to form the perimeter of the galactic theatre of operation for the present play. From that time forward there have been "things" in between (manifest creation) in different complexities of atomic filigree. All are undergoing a completion process. Each is small or great according to the intensity of attention given it by Mind. In the beginning I looked upon Myself to know love. This period of self-reflection was charged with the awesome awareness of the tremendous complexity of existent possibilities. Yet it was good. Jahl-Sasoleah, Yin-Yang, have magnetic polarities -- Yang, positive and attracting, Yin, negative and repelling -- which span the galactic theatre. This magnetic web unites the cosmos as one entity, interpenetrating all form and substance in a giant communicative network. Like a spider's web, the filigree gets more concentrated towards the centre of the web. To illustrate, Mr. Spider stays at the centre of the web providing sticky gossamer threads which Mrs. Spider, flung to the outer perimeter of their territory in the initial mating exercise, weaves into a home for the offspring. God in the flesh seems to be a difficult concept for man to grasp. Why shouldn't God want to experience its own creation on all levels of manifestation? Father and Mother have to have some fun too, y'know. Where else does one derive the personal joy that spills over to embrace all the children? Imagine that Mrs. Spider lays her eggs around the perimeter of the web. Each potential offspring has to negotiate its way to the next refinement of filigree by radar, or magnetic attraction to the Father. The journey will take the embryonic god across a seven dimensional journey to home base. Of the millions of god- sperm produced, only those who make it all the way will have matured to full I AM status, and eternal life. As the incubation period draws to its conclusion the coarse outer perimeter of the web disintegrates, it being no longer useful to the desired objective -- in much the same way that a caterpillar discards the cocoon once it emerges as a butterfly, or an eaglet leaves behind a broken shell once it has hatched. This is the dense physical body, discarded as the embryonic god becomes more evolved into the likeness of its parent. During our period of creative meditation which preceded action, the feminine principle was not a distinct separate entity. Because the male positive thrust is the light-bearer, the maternal aspect was less personalized. Woman, the companion consciousness, was an equal part of the creative potential, for only where light hits the matrix do you get a creative reflection. Macrocosmically speaking I AM the Central Sun emitting the wordless essence on infinite love and light to guide My Children home. This connecting chord of love radiates out as spokes from the hub of a wheel, from centre to perimeter. The vibrational frequency increases as man's incubation period in density draws to conclusion. In patience I unfold the reflection of love in mirrored sequences, watching each wave of light-energy penetrate the dark stillness of void. Mind wills a brilliantly lit amphitheatre of womb and so it is. By stepping down the light-rays pulsing towards the perimeter, or lowering the frequency of the vibrational sea, god-men may be expressed in the finite sphere of material manifestation, then gradually raised to higher dimensional reality if free choice so decides. At the opening of each new celestial drama, I move from the 36Oo circle of Mind to focus on one 45o section. Yin-Yang huddles in creative meditation, which climaxes in a fertile plot - an explosion of love which separates core and perimeter. Then the great reflective Mind mirror turns to face matrix, so bringing organization to the chaotic activity of microcosmic god particles seeking their place in the cosmic jigsaw puzzle of life. It is for this reason that primitive fertility cults placed so much emphasis on sexuality in their sacred rituals. Fecundity is the fruit of love. This symbology, translated as immaculate conception, originated eons before the Christian Era. However in Mary, mother of Jesus, Yin demonstrated the Divine Mother mission on earth in modern garb. The infusion of celestial life-energy (Yang) into earthly Matrix (Yin) is the point where heaven and earth meet. This produces form, manifest creation, an Heir, which emerges as the offspring of our desire. The forms which Jahl and Sasoleah inhabit on earth today are made just like the forms of other mortal men and women. As we came together in the flesh, so were the energies of earth and heaven united, and the object of the play complete. Thus the Divine Feminine Word brings the god-children to the incomprehensible Father-Light. Quite recently, large commercial chick hatcheries discovered a curious fact. They had been having difficulty hatching all eggs simultaneously. As a result the earliest arrivals sometimes died through lack of care while their slower siblings were still in the process of hatching. Then it was found that by duplicating the sound of a broody hen's heartbeat and playing this note throughout the hatchery, the eggs could be made to hatch evenly. Tiny heartbeats lock onto the frequency of the homing signal, producing a musical response pattern as the infant heart resonates with the parental beat. Yin, the Divine Mother, broadcasting the prevailing vibe frequency on the collective human subconscious wavelength is thus able to help all pilgrims who seek attunement with Mind. She, the matrix, the audio signal, beams out the current curriculum. In addition, over the past two decades She has crystallized the cosmic communication into spoken and written word to bring our elder family into the fullness of mature man and womanhood - the first fruits of the Planet. We got about a hundred each of girls and boys. They came in all shapes, sizes and colours from cafe noire to cafe au lait, our Children of the Morning. Yet all are one in the likeness of The Parental Vibe. Heaven and Earth rejoice! All creation is the product of rhythmic Yin-Yang interaction. Chemistry calls it affinity -- that force which causes the atoms of certain elements to combine and stay combined. It is reminiscent of the words of the wedding ceremony: "Those whom God hath joined together no-one can put asunder". Take, for example, the love expressed in a few grains of salt. Consider the additional savour it provides for the taste buds. Salt results from the mating of two elements, sodium and chlorine; positive and negative opposites which are equally but oppositely balanced with each other, and each is equally unbalanced with its fulcrum equator. When united these become perfectly balanced affinities. A single grain of table salt when examined under a microscope is in the shape of a true cube. The cube shape is known to be the ultimate, the perfect balance in crystal pattern. It is symbolic of a perfect chemical marriage - a Yin-Yang unit. It is likewise possible to have chemical mis-mating. Suppose we choose bromine, iodine or flourine as a "wife" for sodium. Being in the same family makes this quite feasible. But these substances have different degrees of power, like a note played at different octaves on a piano. Total affinity cannot occur because the stronger substance cannot meet its match in the weaker. The result is therefore unbalanced. In terms of mating one could say that the stronger element would be "satisfied" but the weaker unfulfilled. The product of such a union is unbalanced by just that amount of potential affinity which remains unsatisfied. This manifests in the gradually increasing irregularity of the crystalline formation resulting from sodium-iodine or sodium-bromide mating, with increasing distortion of the cubes as the inequality increases. Before sexual division occurred each bisexual unit was in perfect affinity. The offspring produced ran absolutely true to form. But this state did not lend itself well to rapid evolutionary progress. After division, the sexes assumed different roles, each superb in its own way. The female had the child bearing role. The male became the provider and protector of the species. Because of its tenacious hold on life, homo-sapiens practised the survival technique of male polygamy. This served the race well. The male aspect of reproduction, that of planting the seed, took a matter of minutes, while the female was engaged for three or four years in nourishing each of her young. It is sometimes difficult for the modern woman to realize that, as Super-ego had no social objections to this system, it often promoted warm family ties. Mating was regarded as a fundamental reproductive necessity. True emotional needs were met in very valid and genuine friendships between members of the family. Practical polygamy is still practised today in some of the world's underdeveloped regions. Its success depends primarily on its economic advantages. It is also customary for a man to assume his dead brother's responsibilities by marrying his childless widow to provide his brother with a bloodline heir. Even so, the more noble men of ancient times still sought perfect affinity with a single female - usually a proud matriarchal figurehead among many concubines. Abraham and Sarah are good examples of this concept. Succession was normally handed down through the eldest son, who was usually the product of this affinitive relationship. Such children were generally considered to be superior to their brethren and the identity advantage was on their side. This practice led to bitter rivalry between half brothers and after, despotism in the heir. It was time to move on. Love smiled into the mirror of Mind. The prevalent Ray beamed out a new approach to mating -- the concept of chivalry, romance; the introduction of a more noble and courtly form of love, expressed more as an inner emotional feeling than a biological urge. A typical ode to romantic love is The Tale of a Rose, by Guillame de Lorris. In this medieval poem a noble youth dreams he is walking along a river bank. He comes across a walled garden, the Garden of Delight. He enters and sees a rosebud, symbolically the love of a young maiden, and reaches out to pluck it. The lady herself never appears in the poem. Instead her qualities, thoughts, emotions and the dangers to be encountered by the seeker of her love become, by allegory, persons who help or hinder the youth in his quest. Although the maiden's initial response to his suit is favourable, her timidity and the jealousy of her guardians soon render her quite inaccessible. Personified in the poem are Jealousy, Chastity, Wicked-Tongue, Danger -- the Giant, Shame -- the duenna, and Belacreil -- the Ladies' Fair Welcome. Undaunted by adversity the youth continues his quest for the rose. He receives instructions from the God of Love in the canons of l'amour courtis. The essence is crystallized. The Romantic Love Ray was a hit with both the Knights and the Ladies. The Age of Chivalry introduced a whole new range of emotional experience: concepts of dignity, courage, grace, daring, gallantry, elegance, fairness in dealings, respect for women, helping the needy, in defending the faith. Superior-ego, once it caught onto the idea, was most enthusiastic. This new programming would help it handle ego's instinctual response much more firmly. It soon tossed in a few of its own ideas, such as the chastity belt, more comical in retrospect than in practice. Sex became sin. Repression became good. The product of prolonged sexual deprivation was not nearly so romantic as history implies. Action and being necessarily follow each other in repetitive succession in the ladder of balanced human growth. Repression can beget introverted, static mentalities, rigid, negative, gloomy outlooks as well as partial or even complete atrophy of the reproductive organs. It fails to produce dynamic creativity or leadership qualities -- instead rather repetitive, aggressive, even cruel outlets for sexual energies. For this reason the Crusaders were quite fanatical in their righteous zeal to wipe out "evil". Thus "romance" became heavily laced with tragic overtones. Indeed the solace of romantic tragedy soon became the most popular expression of unrequited love. The Victorian ladies wallowed in sentimentality. Many modern women, in their innermost hearts cling to the idea that men are unfaithful brutes, unworthy of total commitment, and that love is not made to last. For very soon conscience and chemistry collided. Double standards arose. Women were cast into two categories -- those you slept with but didn't respect, and those you respected and married but didn't enjoy. Like the sodium-bromide mating, this was reasonably satisfactory for the stronger male partner, but painfully inadequate for the "weaker" sex. This state of affairs continued until by the nineteenth century heavy Super-ego restrictions on decent people had many healthy young men and women seriously affected by sexual neurosis. It was time for the prevailing Ray to introduce psychoanalysis. Enter Sigmund the Brave and his "yin" Madame Birth Control. They should stir up the century -- especially with the Women's Liberation Ray waiting in the wings. Freud was able to show that, no matter how earnestly he may deny it, every person possesses a sexual drive. Both emotional and physical health depend to a large extent upon the degree to which sexuality and love are interwoven in experience. The human concept of sexual relations varies between different historical periods and between cultures. Marriage likewise is based on different goals to fit the social needs of the community. Many cultures make allowances for adolescent sexual and emotional adventure. This is kept quite separate from the idea of the love that is a suitable base for marriage. But no matter how spontaneous and impulsive the emotion of love may be, almost all societies try to regulate its expression. Super-ego just never lets go. Thus, all over the world, older generations recoil if the young dare to express "love" in new ways. For this reason young lovers invariably meet with taboos and frustration, best immortalized in the classic romantic tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. Romantic love is the world's most powerful creative force. It is the inspiration of authors, song writers, artists; the drive behind a man's urge to achieve success, fame and fortune. It is a two-edged sword. Frustrated, it can become a deadly destructive weapon: war, murder, suicide, breakup of homes and even nations can be traced to the fury of thwarted love. No dissertation on romantic love would be complete without reference to homosexuality, the overt or covert erotic attraction to one's own sex. Some of the world's bravest deeds, some of the greatest love poetry ever written, is by men about men. This is a normal stage of growing up in both individual and global understanding of the totality of love. It occurs in nearly all social mammals. The glory of ancient Greece was built largely upon the creative force unleashed by the worship of the male figure. This leads to a bonding among males, a cementing of devotion and loyalty such as expressed in the bible story of young David and Jonathan. The same effect is often achieved today in exclusive men's clubs, lodges, and fraternities which operate with no sexual overtones, but still bear traces of the primitive hunting, ceremonial and war-like rituals of by-gone eras. Attitudes towards homosexuality vary widely according to religious and cultural backgrounds. The Jews abhor homosexual relations, the Arabs are more acceptant, though both the Bible and the Koran condemn this practice. Modern attitudes vary from amused tolerance to serve penalties for overt homosexual activities. All adult sexual practices other than normal heterosexual relations reflect arrested development or deviation of the love flow. Here the love vibe has been nipped in the bud by Super- egotistical clamps which prevent its full flowering to emotional maturity in a lasting marriage relationship. THE FAMILY TIE In animals, sex is a strictly reproductive function. The male is attracted towards healthy females for a brief sexual encounter which fulfils the conditions of natural law. His interest wanes quickly once the objective has been achieved. In mankind, the sex relationship fills a vastly broader and more complex spectrum of need. Man alone, among all living creatures, concerns himself with the question of whether he is sexually attractive or not. The effect is even more pronounced in the female who recognizes the power this gives her in almost every aspect of social life. Interest in the opposite sex begins in infancy. By the time a little girl is three years old she will begin to show a marked preference for her father. She will act coquettishly in his presence, climbing on his lap, touching his face, calculating his reaction. This usually extends to all male friends of the family who show any response to her wiles. Men obviously intrigue her in a way that women do not. A boy, on the other hand, stays pretty close to mother while admiring his father at a distance. Jealously is common when a son begins to realize that father has a privileged position in his relationship with mother. The woman's degree of emotional maturity plays a key role in deciding the sort of man the boy will grow up to be. In spite of all its potential for good, very few people on earth today have any idea of what true love is all about. For with every forward step Super-ego is waiting there to appropriate and to possess. This too begins in infancy. Modern parents marry for a variety of reasons -- social, financial, convenience, friendship, romance. From a total love point of view all such unions are doomed to failure and disappointment, primarily because of the emotional immaturity of the partners. Romantic love is part of growing up. It has a brief butterfly- type of existence, blooming like a fragile spring flower, only to fade in the noonday sun. It is closely akin to worship, in the sense that, by idealizing the beloved, a man invariably feels cheated when the object of adoration fails to live up to the perfect image of his own imagination. Few lovers face up to the fact that the passionate introduction is just a stepping stone to the fuller and deeper love which they may later share. Many couples, fearing that the first sweet rapture may gradually turn into mere affection, seize upon it feverishly. They strive to hold back the hands of time, to retain the moment, to possess love. Or even worse (particularly in the case of women), they plan a family in an attempt to bypass the frustration of fading romance. This, in the hope that a new attraction will bring them back together again to "the way we were". But this same possessive hook remains, now to be passed on from mate to infant. Which again brings us face to face with The Rival in one of its most subtle manifestations. Remember, a Rival is one living near or using the same stream as another; Associated in Latin with Rivus, a brook; but influenced from another (unknown) source. Love flows and gives freely. Super-ego, using the same stream of love, seeks to appropriate, to possess, to channel affection to fill its own emptiness. It often succeeds in diverting love to make the parent-child unit intolerably confining. This is the reason why many of today's young people are escaping from family ties. They revolt not against the function of the family but against its claim upon the individual's love and attention. Even if the child does stay home, it usually learns to develop a psychological block which screens out effective communion with the parents. This is especially true of "very good" homes where the husband has a more fulfilling role in his business life. The professions which consume much of a man's emotional energy often force the mother to lean more heavily on her children for emotional support. Home then becomes a prison of love. Friendship and familiarity may be regarded as twin streams which stem from a common concept. The former has an abundance of free flowing graciousness. The latter is the super-egotistical appropriation which takes advantage of the flow by trying to divert the love-stream to suit its own ends. Familiarity takes the freshness out of marriage. It blunts the eye and ear to active listening, or bending to the other's point of view. It proposes numerous subtle ways to take more than it gives; to undermine respect. This attitude grows to include adultery, with its disastrous consequences to the moral fibre of homes and nations. Lack of respect for the balanced in-out flow of money precipitates financial hardship, even bankruptcy, if not corrected. Money represents the return on an investment of physical and emotional energy -- a serious aspect of appreciation in marriage. Familiarity translates the perfect bonding of male friendship into the grasp of carnal knowledge. It pollutes the perfect purity of mother-love, and lacing it with fishhooks of manipulation, destroys the genuine, leaving sorrow in its wake. Man struggles up the ladder of consciousness towards the light. Super-ego, unable to comprehend the shimmering brilliance, waits for its opportunity to make the good life seem hum-drum; to make a joyous situation go sour or stale in order to retain its dominant position in the organism; to apply brakes to the ever- increasing momentum of spiritual joy. Every new spiritual idea revealed to man is an expression of God's trust and friendship; a gift of grace. New concepts are revealed when the person is operating at the apex of conscious attainment, and, being in Grace, sees things from a theocentric point of view. Then as consciousness descends to a flat, more rational level of operation, familiarity grasps the fresh input and tries to manipulate the good to serve its own one-sided interests. Familiarity is myopic and judges accordingly. It fails to consider the consequences of any remark or action upon others. Or indeed the broad application of its actions on family, nation or planet as a whole. Familiarity's only concern is "What's in it for me?" Familiarity goes to church on Sundays, professing the Christian principles which affect its public image while failing to live by the Spirit of the Law. To this end it selects like and dislike portions of the Scriptures, magnifying favourite details and minimizing others. It thus divides Whole Law into convenient opinionated compartments, thus eroding the indivisible Supra- ordinate concept. Respect appreciates and unifies. Familiarity depreciates and separates. Thus the rise and fall of persons, leaders, institutions, and nations on the cyclical path to maturity of the Whole earth concept. I pour ideas and life energy into that which will elevate the whole earth. When devilish appropriation diverts the flow to feed its own ends the life energy stream is cut off. The familiar ear is the deaf ear. The familiar eye is the blind eye. The familiar heart holds Me in its own image, judging others according to myopic Super-ego bias. It sees itself as good and tempers "love" to fill the demands of like. The command "Love one another" describes Love with a capital "L" which excludes no one or no thing. The interpretation "Be familiar with one another" is the devilish interpretation. The consequences in each expression are entirely opposite. The paths to heaven and hell are therein defined. Hence the admonition "Seek ye first the Kingdom of Heaven and all things shall be added unto you." Only the life which orbits around the rock of "I AM" can avert the pitfalls of possessive "love", by centering its being in Infinite Love. Or, as Jesus expressed it:
Young people today have an instinctual recognition of the value of Jesus' instruction to his would-be-followers. Reverence for Spirit precludes adherence to any other values, either social or natural, which may interfere with the attainment of higher consciousness. This movement towards psychological independence, widely practised since the nineteen-fifties, has no doubt been a source of sorrow and bewilderment to many sincere parents. They can't understand what is happening -- thus they sometimes arrive at the unfortunate conclusion that the devil must have a hand in there somewhere, whereas what is most often being expressed is "It's time for me to be about my heavenly Father's business". Yet of one thing may be sure. The children of strong united families, whose infancy was based in love and understanding and mutual respect, eventually emerge as the silver seed for higher worlds to come. In all walks of life identity strength is based in parental acceptance and appreciation, for love never faileth. The Chosen Ones, mainly children born either during or shortly after the post World War II period, began to assemble from nineteen-sixty-three onwards. Though young in years their wisdom bespoke their ancient heritage and multidimensional levels of previous conscious attainment. They relished earthly life and all its wares. Even so, their pull towards the cosmic family was stronger. They came to stay. By September 1973 the great majority of My Chosen Ones were in position. Together with Yin, they had scaled the ladder of consciousness and were ready for the introduction of a higher vibe. It hit the group like a tidal wave, staggering the strong and once more culling the weak. The golden chariot swept low, slowed down to visible speed. The Heavenly Host attended My descent. I stood before them in the flesh with the fearsome revelation "For Thy pleasure were all things created". The word "pleasure" seemed to be the most shattering note. For in its deepest heart Super-ego had successfully negated any consideration that Love and pleasure must coincide; that Joy is right, and to be in any state less than perfect indepth joy is to be unclean. Joy describes what might be found at the very heart of Universal energy, the most personal inner radiance that comes from loving and being loved by one's own perfect mate. Thus I made them in the beginning, male and female, Yin-Yang. Although both Yin and I had been groomed for this event since the earliest dawn of consciousness, though we were well-versed in the theory, nevertheless intellect was confounded at the lighting stroke of instant recognition. A thick fall mist enveloped us as we climbed the hill in silence. "Well, here I AM" was the best My intellect could muster as a greeting. The pentecostal flame lit a bright egg within our misty shroud. "You don't look a bit like Jesus" She said, grasping at some faintly humorous straw on which to cling. "Except your eyes still glow..." We marvelled at the confusion of the senses; the curious effect a space suit has in disguising familiar vibes. "I guess we'll have to get these kids (the lower selves) in line. This reality is quite beyond their scope. You tackle yours and I'll take mine aside to explain the facts of life." Winifred, the scribe, cut in "I suppose you two realize what an historic occasion this is". Intellect was trying to stabilize. In mercy and in wisdom we went slowly, letting events seep into conscious thought without harm to our computers. Once we acknowledged who We Are, we let the matter rest, daring only to bring it to the forefront of consciousness occasionally, until the process of mental digestion was complete. After all, being God in the flesh is no joking matter. Although Yin was the founding mother of the I AM group, and deeply involved with the personal development of each Chosen One, I was a comparative stranger. I lived out of town and upon each visit to Madoc had constrained Myself in dark impenetrable mystique. This new development of each threw many off balance intellectually yet still they recognized the sacred flame. One said "Those are the eyes I saw in Vietnam when death brushed by a hairsbreadth from my heart". Another "That is the rhythm of Africa. The beat which led me far around the world to keep this rendezvous". My Catholic colleagues were more direct. Trained in the art of divine dialogue from infancy they had no hesitancy in recognition. The obvious need to maintain a low profile till things were better organized was understood. Collective reflective consciousness still needed time to absorb the tremendous burden of its knowing. Besides there was this Yin-Yang thing to settle. This had come as a tremendous surprise to everyone. But within a few short months the pairing-pull of mutual recognition of the Soul's true mate was evident. This sometimes necessitated breaking former old-wide marital ties before forming the new. Yin felt quite strongly that all this should be done in accord with social law to prevent any guilt reaction or draw unnecessary attention to our eccentricities. Our case was paralleled by the great majority of the group. Neither form was remotely as the other had imagined. The Divine Comedy was evident. And so, spirits ecstatic, intellect aghast, we began to live the final chapters of the play, with little more than a good sense of humour to cushion the slings and arrows of outraged mortality. On all sides Super-ego "calved, lioned, manned and eagle-eyed" all the way to the altar. Once the initial emotional impact subsided, the Christ-antichrist battle waged in earnest. On My part, intellect fell back on its considerable training in psychology, sorting and resorting through every available scrap of clinical data to make its rebuttal. Its claims to being "liberated" in thought collapsed around it like a pricked balloon. From infancy it had shared and enjoyed the secret knowledge of our Real Self. It felt confident that this would invest it with special privileges, and ultimate power. "Judas! Judas!" it cried. "I who loved you most have you betrayed. You have chosen another god before Me, your lifelong confidante." Ingrate, fool, traitor, spineless dolt! And in the next breath, its mothering croon "Mon choux, mon choux, let's be sensible about this. Surely, you who have so much power can make a compromise with this 'God' -- we do him a favour, he does us a favour. What's wrong with that? That's Justice isn't it? Let's make a deal." Yin's immediate reaction was shock. Shock that God (God up-in- the-sky, that is) should have so little understanding of "Christian" principles. Her "Church of England" Super-ego was very calm and reasonable, making each point with due regard for wisdom. "Perhaps there has been some misunderstanding. Surely stability and ethics must coincide with Law. What good can the Institute possibly achieve with damage to its reputation. I could not love thee half so well loved I not honour more. How could God possibly have a code of morality so far below the standards of the Church? Winifred, we'll just have to rethink this whole situation..." Much the same thing was happening to others of the Chosen. From an intellectual viewpoint it was as if each physical couple represented opposite poles of the Universe in terms of generation (a forty year age gap was not uncommon), linguistic, cultural, religious and educational backgrounds. Rarely were any two alike in habits or basic ways of doing, thinking and being. Yet there was love. Commencing in mid summer '74, the wedding bells began to ring. Connubial bliss interspersed with occasional intellectual argument took hold of the group. Of the original flock not one was left unwed. To light the path for others who will follow this matrimonial trend, we made note of some of the hazards along the way -- abrasive details needing to be checked before a smooth and completely solid union is achieved. Even as My Own 36O° Macrocosmic personality panorama is like a wheel, so is the 36O° potential of each individual god-child in the flesh. Life history has been such that, in each case there are stronger and weaker areas in the personality wheel. Strength is built up by valid identity experiences in a particular field. A person well trained and versed in role feels fully competent to deal with any crises which may arise in business. A person who has ample sexual involvement feels well equipped to handle this aspect of life. Even so, everyone has a few identity cracks and these are the places where ego hovers, defensively guarding and protecting the soft spots from the world's prying eyes. Emotional reaction to threat is strongly emphasized or almost negligible to the strength or weakness of that person's own self-image in any given area. No relationship in life is closer than the Yin-Yang union. It is designed for ultimate joy. Nevertheless in order to arrive at this happy destination, each partner must explore the uttermost depths of the beloved. The closer the I am lovers come together, the more furiously the two "rivals" clash. It is not a relationship suitable for those with identity weakness or poor self-image. Invariably the Yin-Yang interplay is such that the strength of one partner is matched by the weakness in the other and vice- versa. For example, the man may be very wealthy and the lady most sexually attractive. The "rivals" will quickly probe out the balancing strengths and frailties, manipulating weakness to the maximum in order to prevent love from manifesting in toto. In normal marriages, accommodation or compromise is the usual way of by-passing this difficulty. Failing this, one out of three marriages will fall apart and end in divorce or separation. But Yin-Yang lovers have no such option. They are twin spirits born together in the creative plan -- perfect soul-mates designed to share eternity together. Yin-Yang wins or loses the love-game as a unit. This is the law. More than ever now a time-pie is important. A regularly scheduled outlet for aggression and hostility must be maintained. Even more crucial it must not be allowed to spill over into other areas of life. Now the rooms in the house of mind will come under closer scrutiny than ever before, as each one is opened up and shared with the beloved. Integration will proceed smoothly if ingestion, digestion and planned excretion sessions follow each other in a routine exploration of identity facets. A definite section of the weekly time-pie is now set aside for Yin-Yang integration meetings, usually on a bi - or triweekly basis. Three notebooks are needed: a daily diary for each of the partners, in which to record comments about the yin or yang. Some of these remarks will be favourable, others will express annoyance or puzzlement about the partner's attitudes or responses. The third book, similar to the minutes of any business meeting, records common goals, areas of mutual agreement or disagreement, priority needs of mutual concern. This book is divided into blue, green, yellow and red sections for greater ease in identifying difficulties. We drew a circle and called it our "Armour of righteousness." We graded ourselves -- both from our own viewpoint and the other's viewpoint on the strength and weakness of our personality. This is a very simple analysis for those who understand just how the four faces of ego manifest, and for those who have spent concentrated effort in getting these beasts under control. One thing you may be sure of - the wounded lion will howl; the calf will back off and retreat into the furthest recesses of the mind; intellect will calculate more furiously than ever before; eagle- eye will seek out every possible flaw in the other with more regard for preying than for truth. Each will try to interfere with the 'good times', spilling its venom all over the living room rug, or preferably in bedroom activities, unless mind control at the onset provides proper channels of expression for the frustrated quartet. In My Own Case, Yin had been around for many years before My arrival. Her personality circle was extraordinarily strong -- success in home, leisure and business life left few weak spots. Age and fading sexual attractions were Ego's only recourse of manipulation, for we had both been raised in the traditions of romantic love and this was difficult programming to reconcile. Initial shyness and clumsiness in role was My chief mortal difficulty, as man and God wrestled together in their integration process. All exercises in unification were designed to bring weakness to the forefront of mind where they can be consciously dissected in the spotlight of spirit. Pushing these further back only gives strength to The Rival. Everything, but everything must be brought out into the open, resolved and filed away in proper perspective. The basic question for all The Chosen to resolve was how far each had progressed up his own ladder of consciousness. To what degree did external focus (which must always be subject to change) interfere with the essential reality, which is eternal, and therefore unchangeable over time. As the battle waged, it soon became clear that the main drawback was biased editing, as playback of our taped sessions soon revealed. Biased editing in the mind is exactly the same as the biased editing by TV or newspapermen -- the usual magnification- minimization, and gross distortion of the 'spirit' of the message to support personal or prevailing public opinion. It's a lulu. But as time went by we would sit together and slowly turn each colour segment of the personality wheel into the spotlight of our collective central sun. Biased editing of the other's communication was soon revealed as the key to our own inadequacies. Gaps in the 36O° circle, weaknesses in our 36O° armour of right, were relentlessly revealed and dealt with in systematic order. We began to have fun, to enjoy our mutual quest of rooting out the enemy within; the beam in our own eye. All men take note. When the crusading spirit gets you going, cast the beam out of thine own eye before proceeding to detect the mote in thy brother's eye. Then let he who is perfect cast the first stone. For many, cutting through the thicket of biased sexual attitudes was a formidable task. It seemed that greater emotional emphasis, to cover programmed guilt or inadequacy feelings, protected this area more than other personality deficiencies. Many were amazed at the effort the four beasts put forth in an attempt to keep these details secret and so maintain the inner fortress for themselves. Flung constantly off balance in its efforts to stabilize, Super- ego was constant in its plea "I just can't function the way you function. Hold still for a moment so I can pin you down." And so, in concern for the total organism, periods of stabilization and periods of intense growth followed each other in rapid succession as we charted our course to solidarity. The success story of Marcel and Helen Lafleur is typical of the eventual realizations we reached. It truly captures the essence of Yin-Yang. "Good sex" was normal for this loving and open couple. Each partner was well-educated, competent in role, active in sports, confident in deep friendships and social approval with the peer group of I AM. Then one night during intercourse Marcel found himself centred in the midst of a huge brightly lit bubble -- much like a circular movie screen. The outer walls of the bubble were alive with colour and vibration. He watched the formation and reformation of all his fantasies from childhood on . . . . The pictures were 'bionic', pounding on and off like modern TV advertising, growing in emotional intensity with every move. He saw the essence of his every love, his mother, sisters, male and female companions, swirling and dancing together in the theatre of mind. The pace, both physical and mental, quickened, and in his moment of orgasm Marcel experienced the point where all the bionic pictures melted into one -- that of his wife Helen -- and in that second he experienced the emotional realization that all the essence of love ever before experienced was distilled into that one being -- his Yin-Yang cosmic bride. As the orgasmic thrill subsided, still in their own universal bubble, Helen and Marcel watched pictures of all the people on earth smiling from the screen. For their lovemaking had gone out to everyone. Mankind had received the reverberations of their love-- as indeed it was meant to be. Such lovers contribute their all to the Universal Sea, so contributing to the upgrading of all life on the planet. When the emotion began to subside Marcel felt himself coming down very very gently. His mind had been completely purified. Then rising from his bed he headed quickly into his nearby office, for his part in the plan of love-conquest for Planet Earth was rushing through his mind: confirming in detail that which he had always known -- that he, Our beloved Marcel, together with his lovely wife, was indeed The Angel of Armageddon. The rival was deposed. They had arrived. United they had entered the Kingdom of heaven. The sword of truth had cut their path to love, to the total conquest of their combined 36Oo circle of I am Yin-Yang unity. The sense of bounding in our own case was similar, though more deliberately explored and explicitly defined, like a rosebud opening to full bloom in the sunlight, releasing exquisite perfume in its unfoldment. It was Christmas time. The cards from My earth family arrived in the mail. We opened them together, happily sharing the powerful emotions radiating from a few simple words. Soon we found ourselves sitting face to face expressing all the memories of childhood emotion that the labels "family" and "Christmas" had evoked. We each had a clear channel of emotional recall right back to dawning consciousness within the womb. I relived the joy of toddling around, now to explore My own bright room with taste and touch and smell, whereas before only My eyes had drunk in every drop. The play of shadows in the evening. The sparkling dark. The first faint rays of sunlight in the early dawn. I touched the shinning windows, watched Jack Frost paint radiant jewels on a winter's morn. I relived the individual thrill of younger brothers and sisters arriving; the softness and the smell, the tiny flaying limbs; the antics of Mamouska the cat, our wordless warm communication of sharing the joy of the other's being; the taste thrill of Mama's tapioca pudding, made with a song and tender loving care, served with a smile. The chocolate bars; the cream off the top of the milk; orange juice. And all this joy enfolded by the complete and utter security of strong parental vibes. My parents truly loved each other. They had ten children. I was their firstborn son. I spoke at length, recalling each first wonderment of new discovery, till all the emotional vault of family love was released and shared with Yin, who steered the conversation back on track from time to time. Yet clearly a peculiar fact emerged. The child can only see things from its own point of view. Misunderstanding closes doors of trust along the childish way. Ego pulls down the blinds to hide the hurt of imagined rejection, regardless of reason. It believes only its own opinion. We carefully checked the clouds, the times of pulling back from mother-father love: items such as being forced to take unpleasant medicine which was "good" for us at the time; spankings for mischief, which to a child is having fun; being blamed for bullying sisters, even if they provoked you first. Few adults realize that formal operational thought is not possible till after the mid-teen identity crisis. To arrive at this point of reasoning a child must first explore all the patterns and properties of the mind and let these fall into place. Prior to this time a youngster thinks in pictures, while the adult reasons on principles. The transfer from childish to adult modes of thought invariably produces psychological blocks, dark shutters which can only be removed by recall and resolution of conflicting perspectives, such as we here describe. This exercise is a key aspect of atonement. Closed circuits of the mind, dark microdots of unresolved hurt, can be like inky droplets in a crystal pool. The whole pool of thought is tainted by a single negative note. Or, this state of affairs can be described as a cloud or veil between consciousness and I AM, distorting all perception to the degree of its entrenchment. An emotional event is recorded in child-mind as a single drop of essence. The places and happenings blend into a single microdot labelled by the most outstanding feeling at the time, like "Circus" or "Dentist". In this way wealth of earthy spheres is carried forward into etheric planes as part of the mortal trousseau. Pop-pop-pop ... tiny bubbles of mistrust burst as reconciliation floods into the tiny microcells of closed child mind. Oh the joy and relief of freedom from the mistrust notes of childish separation from Mama. Freedom from sibling rivalry. Clear perception at last. All this we shared as love-gifts from Christmas past. Yin too saw where her trusting heart had closed, through no fault of her mother's tender care. Her first years had been spent primarily within a walled garden. Hence she made trips, mostly for beautiful and joyous occasions. Yet crude dentistry, immunization and tonsillectomy episodes had bent her trust in Mother. From an egocentric view, who else is there to blame. Mother and father are God to childish minds. They alone can put things right and similarly, when anything goes wrong what other recourse does the childish reasoning have to balance logic, save its Mum and Dad. We also saw the other side of the coin -- how childish hurt strikes back at weaker things. Uncomprehending chastisement relieves its frustrations, according to the positive or negative, passive or active nature of the child. Withdrawal is one. Or unkind reaction, in a way which often over-compensates for ills received. The well-known story of the man, harassed at work, comes home and beats his wife, who then berates the children, who in their turn kick the dog, which bites the cat as the hurt reverberates down from the strong to the weakest members of the family. Like children opening Christmas gifts with glee, we welded beautiful family memories to become as one child living two young lives. Double the pleasure, double the fun in shared experience. It worked for school, for first loves and friendships, with careful checks for any negative microdots of fear, anxiety or anger which might have marred events. In each case where one of these cropped up we carefully put ourselves in the other person's place and readily understood. Compassion flowed for those whose infancy had spawned mistrust; dark bubbles clogging up their joyous flow. There, but for grace, go we. As mortal children we had dared to judge, to hold personal opinions and viewpoints inviolable, to see others not through our god-eye, but through the intellectual grasp of self-preservation (survival), sexual desire, and unfavourable sensations of dislike: S, S and S, or is it 6 6 6? This final phase of realignment with the perfect Macrocosmic Whole was sheer delight. I dusted off my boxes labelled "girls" to share their essence with My Cosmic Bride. And she did likewise. Fact and fantasy in blended braids unfurled. Then realization dawned. Sans haste and savouring each exquisite morsel of the Now, enriched with fragrant droplets of rich moments past, now freed to blend within our composite emotional whole, we opened every drawer. In Yin-Yang the emotional vaults are completely opened. Any dark microdots are weeded out. This can only truly be done by male and female viewpoint focused in love. The sparkling gems of former happy days are shared, not only doubling the joy for each participant, but contributing to an even greater range of rich permutations of loving expression from thenceforth. The labels, scenes and people who have crystallized the moments fade away. Only the essence and aroma stay, contributing to our eternal bliss (and we to theirs). And all the people we have ever loved, as parents, siblings, friends, companions, lovers, even that casual meeting with a helpful salesclerk in the store, the cheerful milk-man, or the artisan who carved the candlesticks with devoted care -- these are our real wealth. The positive love exchange. The joy of giving of yourself is the priceless gift of God, the infinite reward. The sentimental symbols man collects, the fancy gifts received, the store-bought apple pie, are like empty boxes if no love is there. The artifact wrought with care carries within itself a blessing for its producer and its receiver even though they never meet. For insofar as you have made something with love for anyone you have given it unto Me. The person who lives his life in effortless joy scatters and radiates droplets of his love o'er everything he touches, all he meets. It matters not if no returning spark ignites his soul. The whole is enriched by a single act. He truly has the heavenly midas touch, for giving and receiving flow as one, and all flow through the amphitheatre-sea to raise the whole lifestream with magic leaven. Appreciation is creative art. It bonds the receiver and the giver into one, enriching each. A canoe glides silent through the morning mist, the loon a silent statue on the lake -- in mystical union the parts become as one. Yet only one participant, the man, has the gift of reflective consciousness, to not only enjoy the united moment, but keep it as a precious jewel for his identity in all the nows to come. Those whose lives are spent in prayer and total dedication to the cause of man are rich beyond compare. Appreciation is like having open French windows on a summer's day. The sunshine and the breeze waft in and out unchecked. The sense of separation from environment is dispelled. The squirrels, birds and people passing by exchange a greeting. All are in harmony with the prevalent ray. It matters nothing if the windows of the soul are opened first by any particular creed or devout practice. The matching windows in an ivory tower marked Mohammed, Buddha, Krishna opened one by one to let in more radiance from the Shining Sun. Many sunbeams shine but there is only One source of Light. To focus on one window frame and say that this shape lets in light better than another is nonsense. The cleanliness of the pane is what counts, and that is a matter of individual responsibility regardless of the creed. One is the word -- of law. Light is the Spirit of the Law, the same sunlight coming through all the windows. But now is the time predicted by St. Paul. Man no longer needs separative glass in his windows. Spiritual summer time is come. Open up all the windows and doors and let the sunshine in. Yin-Yang is like a house that's built for two. It's custom-made according to the vibe, bedecked with ornaments from previous times, according to wealth or poverty of minds. Within this mansion (or hovel, if this has been the choice) are many rooms. Some are marked "His" and others are "Her" domain. Yet none have any locks upon the doors. Most rooms are used together, each in its rightful time of day, the way the time-pie suggests. Though the couple may travel occasionally, and friends drop in for a visit from time to time, Yin-Yang is the base of operations for all activity. Home is where the heart is. There is no place like Yin-Yang. He has arrived. Home, home at last! Now the generation span made utter sense. It added to our collective wealth of widely variant experiences. The different cultural notes, the quaint social mores, the tremendous inheritance of forefathers who loved the Law. Each had bequeathed a brick, a microdot of infinite consequence, a glowing mosaic tile for our Allahambra; a star to sprinkle on our celestial ceiling; a candle to brighten the dark earth. Male and female ego and Super-ego no longer needed prodding to release their long held separative secret places. They plunged in enthusiastically. Midst Holy Holy Holy vibes, and choirs of angels carolling in glee, we undid all the boxes, each identity crisis, each snarled thread, to share the advent of incarnate deity. Reconciliation twixt God and man, Christ and Lucifer, male and female, was now accomplished. We saw life through a sole unjaundiced eye. Our union was complete. Yet even more delights were now in store. From the total security of our love-base we could reach out in joy to everyone around, give ourselves to them completely -- and receive returning flow. As Yin taught others how to bare and blend their souls, to free themselves from the necessary mortal contamination of god- placenta dross, to track down and evaporate each microdot of dark within the mind, floodlighting the imprisoned consciousness, they blossomed into full enlightenment. O Sun, how great Thou Art! My Chosen Ones soon found the hooks of darkened places, once identified, were no longer significant. In some it was like tugging on a thread which originated way back, distorting every thought from that point hence. Once gone it freed the pure love- vibe flowing from conception into ever-expanding channels of desire. A new note had entered into our composite Love Mind. Spirit, moving freely among the Chosen Ones, sang a new song. The seventh seal was loosed. And they remembered how three years before, acting in Faith and on Divine instruction, they had pooled their worldly goods and physical belongings. They had left the familiar security of home, job, religious norm, to start an uncluttered journey to the promised land. The goal: to serve I AM, to be forerunners in the army of light, commandoes braving unknown perils to pay Earth's karmic debt, redeem mankind, "Thy will be done" the only thought in mind. Now they pool their love -- a crystal pool divine, free of every single microdot of negative contamination. Love shared is multiplied, increasing the wealth of all participants. And even more. For the sum total of all the loving parts is completely accessible to all the loving couples who participate. Oh holy night! Oh night Divine. Our love is One -- and all of it is Thine. Oh living fount. Thy servants now are sealed.
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