The Seer

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The enlightenment I speak of is not simply a realization, not simply the discovery of one’s true nature. This is just the beginning — the point of entry into an inner revolution. Realization does not guarantee this revolution, it simply makes it possible.

What is this revolution? To begin with, revolution is not static; it is alive, ongoing. Realization of the ultimate reality is a fact. Revolution is the continuous ongoing birth of intelligence. This intelligence restructures your entire being. This intelligence cuts the mind free of itself, of its old structures which are rooted become free of the old structures of human consciousness, then one is still in a prison, the prison of humanity’s consciousness.

This revolution is the awakening of an intelligence which alone has the ability to uproot all of the old structures of one’s consciousness. Unless these structures are uprooted, there will be no creative thought or action or response. Unless there is an inner revolution, nothing new and fresh can flower. Only the old will flower in the absence of this revolution. But our potential lies beyond the known, beyond the structures of the past, beyond anything that humanity has established.

One must be willing to stand alone — in the unknown, with no reference to authority or the past or any of one’s conditioning. One must stand where no one has stood before in complete nakedness, innocence, and humility.

by Daniela Sarahyba

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To realize that we are one with the Creator, as Beethoven did, is a wonderful and awe-inspiring experience. Very few human beings ever come into that realization and that is why there are so few great composers or creative geniuses in any line of human endeavor. I always
contemplate all this before commencing to compose.

This is the first step. When I feel the urge I begin by appealing directly to my Maker and I first ask Him the three most important questions pertaining to our life here in this world — whence, wherefore, whither? I immediately feel vibrations that thrill my whole being. These are the spirit
illuminating the soul-power within, and in this exalted state, I see clearly what is obscure in my ordinary moods; then I feel capable of drawing inspiration from above, as Beethoven did.

Above all, I realize at such moments the tremendous significance of Jesus’ supreme revelation, “I and my Father are One”. Those vibrations assume the forms of distinct mental images, after I have formulated my desire and resolve in regard to what I want — namely, to be inspired so that I can compose something that will uplift and benefit humanity — something of permanent value.

Straight away the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God, and not only do I see distinct themes in my mind’s eye, but they are clothed in the right forms, harmonies and orchestration. Measure by measure, the finished product is revealed to me when I am in those rare, inspired moods, as they were to Tartini when he composed his greatest work — the Devil’s Trill Sonata.

I have to be in a semi-trance condition to get such results — a condition when the conscious mind is in temporary abeyance and the subconscious is in control, for it is through the subconscious mind, which is a part of Omnipotence, that the inspiration comes. I have to be
careful, however, not to lose consciousness, otherwise, the ideas fade away.

Johannes Brahms — in, Talks With Great Composers

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Last Tuesday morning’s webcast (Perth time) was one of the largest single online events in the history of the Internet. More than 500,000 simultaneously logged on to watch Oprah Winfrey and Eckhart Tolle live, resulting in 242 Gbps of information moving through the Internet.

Unfortunately, most experienced delays in viewing the webcast. As one friend reported: “Things started pretty well – downloading was running at about 770 kbits/sec – video quality great. So I sat back to watch and enjoy. Eckhart was really great — and it was fantastic seeing him live, rather than a recoding of ‘live’. Slowly, however, the bandwidth started dropping, and the video quality ‘ran aground’ from time to time. Then it really ran aground, and then the tide went out !!!”

Oprah’s IT people said: “We deeply regret that so many did not have an optimal viewing experience. Interactive Internet broadcasting to a mass audience is still an emerging medium, and we’re proud to have been pioneers in pushing the industry forward. We are trying to identify the specific causes for the problems experienced and will work diligently to rectify them.

The good news is that the first session of the Oprah-Eckhart webinar is now available in its entirety on Oprah.com for viewing or for downloading as a podcast.

The next Webcast, featuring Chapter 2 of A New Earth is
scheduled for Tuesday, March 11th at 11.00am (Perth time). For full information, go to our Oprah-Eckhart Page.

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After four hundred years of Puritan oppression, we in the Western World are painfully cold people. Since nearly all physical contact is construed as potentially sexual, people constantly avoid touching each other. Those “licensed” to touch, like doctors, barbers, hairdressers, and
tailors, are careful to remain as impersonal as possible lest they be accused of making an advance.

The simple fact remains, however, that you can use your hands to bring immense pleasure to another human being without the coldness of traditional therapy and outside the intimacies of sex. There is a wide spectrum of human feeling between the poles of therapy and sex — it could be referred to as the sensual.

by Gordon Inkeles in his ground-breaking book, The Art of Sensual Massage

Here’s a nice little YouTube video clip about the Free Hugs Campaign.

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In Japan, a priest was in charge of the garden within a famous Zen temple. He had been given the job because he loved the flowers, shrubs, and trees. Next to the temple there was another, smaller temple where there lived a very old Zen master.

One day, when the priest was expecting some special guests, he took extra care in tending to the garden. He pulled the weeds, trimmed the shrubs, combed the moss, and spent a long time meticulously raking up and carefully arranging all the dry autumn leaves.

As he worked, the old master watched him with interest from across the wall that separated the temples. When he had finished, the priest stood back to admire his work. “Isn’t it beautiful,” he called out to the old master.

“Yes,” replied the old man, “but there is something missing. Help me over this wall and I’ll put it right for you.”

After hesitating, the priest lifted the old fellow over and set him down. Slowly, the master walked to the tree near the center of the garden, grabbed it by the trunk, and shook it. Leaves showered down all over the garden.

“There,” said the old man, “you can put me back now.”