Third Teaching—False Self
[Father] Children, the self you believe yourself to be is a false self, for it is transient and mortal. We call this self, the operational self, as its functioning is necessary for the physical and the psychoistic. Hear and learn.
Dear Friend,
I have rushed to your soul’s door,
for my ears are ringing full of desperate cries,
my heart beating in unison with your heart’s deep pain.
What is troubling you so?
What cancer is eating your soul?
Oh, thou kalyananmitta of Mercy,
I am lost and know not where to go,
in my future, I see a dead dog,
in my past, I see a dead dog.
Dear kalyananmitta of Mercy,
is this truly my fate? Nothing more?
Dear Friend,
such is your sad fate of today!
Desire you otherwise?
Dear kalyananmitta of Mercy,
prescribe to me a bitter draught
of the strongest of medications,
cut open my chest and remove
this cancer of hopelessness and helplessness,
for I shall pay whatever you require for my cure.
Dear Friend,
you have asked of me to prescribe your cure;
but first, a diagnosis I must give,
like it or not, you must accept its truth.
Dear kalyananmitta of Mercy,
I beseech you, tell me what I must do,
I swear to honor your insights and recommendations,
for without you, I am dead.
Dear Friend,
my diagnosis is sound and my cure simple,
do what I ask,
and you will die as a complete man.
The diagnosis is precise for there is only One:
long ago, when still innocent and afraid,
you saw the world as dangerous,
your future insecure and perhaps short-lived.
In mindless desperation, with untested trustfulness,
you listened to those larger and more powerful,
parents, village elders, and priests,
the survivors and soldiers of half-truths.
Once, without immunity to societal beliefs about vain gods,
they too drunk of the elixir of forgetfulness,
perpetually intoxicated with the teachings of the clan,
murderers, rapists, deceivers, gluttons, sinners all became they.
In drunkenness and lusting after cultural identity,
you forfeited personal responsibility and Highest Goodness,
dishonoring yourself at the Altar of Immanent Conscience,
the group-psyche of your elders you took to be your very own.
The cure is straightforward, for there is only One:
swear abstinence forever to the deceiver’s wine,
ignoring self-aggrandizing lies,
die consciously so to be reborn as is your birthright.
For neither gods nor demons be,
not today, not yesterday or tomorrow,
no heavens for the righteous, no hells for the aggressors,
gods and demons are man-made abstractions.
And such admonishment applies equally
to the religions of the ancient world,
the alternatives of this foolish Age,
to the atheistic philosophies of materialism.
So dear Friend,
I give you a powerful potion,
a bitter-sweet draught of strong medicine
to swallow and digest in your heart of hearts.
But such potent medicines
must be taken with clear intention;
for though neither god nor demon is,
Godness is Alive within This Universe.
For Godness is not idol nor transcendent being,
Godness is the sun-chariot man riding onto his true destiny,
drawn fearlessly by the four golden horses named
Lovingkindness-for all,
Intending-only that which is wholesome,
Observing-without biasing beliefs,
and Noscere or pure knowing.
Dear Friend,
meaningful freedom, simple joy, inner peace, and secure well-being
come only through relinquishing limiting images of the Sacred Process,
allowing Eternal Godness to flow unimpeded within your spiritual veins.Will you drink so to die while in life and not in death?