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FEBRUARY 2003 SPIRITUAL TEACHING
What Would You Do?
Fear is the opposite of love. It separates our heart from
our mind while oozing an oily film of irrational sense. Fear covers the light
and love of truth and freedom with an ironclad basket of materialistic desires.
And fear is the primary tool of institutional materialistic greed and power.
There is an esoteric Buddhist prayer that contains words of
personal destiny. It basically says that you will know 7 days hence your
“passing over” or physical death so that you may put you affairs in order. 7
Days.
What would you do if you had the knowledge that in 7 days
you would die, not 6, not 8 but 7?
I have had people tell me that they’re into the “stock
market” for the long term. I don’t think they were figuring on 7 days. So would
they sell all the stocks and count their money for the 7 days? See in heaven
they don’t accept American Express, so you can’t take your stocks or money with
you.
Would you throw a parade in your honor because you are worth
millions/billions of dollars, or you hold a high position in industry or
government, or maybe you are a Bishop or the Pope? Oh, that’s right, in heaven
they only look at your light, your love, your actions, your words, your thoughts, your heart and your souls
evolution. Sorry gang, there are no positions of power in heaven. Of course,
you could wrestle with an Archangel to take over their position. Ah, even if
you won, you would be instantly transported back to earth re-incarnated as a
worm. Please don’t judge the value of a worm. And I never said that heaven was
fair.
Of course, there are other ways to spend your last 7 days on
earth. Life is eternal so you will possibly be back on earth again, or if your
love and light is bright enough, off to another part of creation—maybe even as
a Vulcan or as an Archangel to help guide another star system.
7 Days. You could gather your family and loved ones around
you and laugh and cry, kiss and hug and say, “I love you.” You could write that myth
of your life that you have always been meaning to write for oh so many years, but
something else continually came up and took preference over your myth. You could let go of
any enemies and make them your friends. And you could lie in the grass, or in
the snow, or dance while singing in the rain. Does it really matter that you
might catch a cold? You could kiss the trees and talk to the animals. I guess
there are many things that you could do.
So let me ask you a question. What would you do?
March 2003
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