FINTAN ASKED>
> DOES ANYONE HERE FIRMLY BELIEVE IN GOD?
HORSE>
Personally I don't. Now if you'd like to give it my address
it could come and meet me as there are a few questions
I would like answered.
MARY>
Make that 2 and 0. But Fintan, I'd be interested in hearing
why you do.
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Peace be unto you Lilacs,
First, I say that I can answer Horse's questions, whatever they may be.
Second, Mary and others- Fintan does not believe in Me- he knows Me. He
knows me because I revealed Myself to him- an atheist, in order that
he might bring that knowledge to others who doubt or disbelieve. He is a
poacher now turned gamekeeper.
The rational impetus behind your disbelief is your intellectual
conviction that your experience of the world is reductible to a logical
evaluation of the cause of your existence. And yet, far from excluding the
Unknowable, your analysis has still arrived at what you call the Big Bang.
And before that? The Unknowable again. So you have not really dispensed with
Me at all- just driven Me away to the limits of your past.
The emotional impetus for your disbelief is your fear of death. Yet that
death is your own invention- for when you were in union with me you knew no
death. But now you have fallen into the well of gravity and your diminished
awareness means you have no memory of that union and so death seems your
inheritance. Yet, I say to you that it is an illusion. Even for such as you,
there is no death. You are, and always will be- immortal.
You may ask- "Why does He address us thus- only obliquely. Why does He not
appear in the sky overhead and end our doubt." A reasonable question. I
might answer with questions:
Does the monkey revere the Mona Lisa or does he use its canvass for bedding?
Does the blind man know the way?
Can the deaf hear?
This is one way I can answer you.
I can also answer you thus:
I AM appearing in the sky to you. I appear there every day symbolically as
the Sun that lights your existence. But, even more than this, your life is a
rich symbolic landscape of my constant appearance to you. Do not doubt that
appearance, rather ponder your own lack of recognition of it.
Yet, despite this, you- as my sons and daughters are dear children to me.
And so I am a dear Father to you even when you do not know it. For you
"Lilacs" are searchers. Your Robert Pirsig is a searcher too. You are closer
to me than many who profess belief in Me and yet neither know Me nor search
for Me. What is your "Quality" but another name for Me. If you will search
for Me
with your hearts as keenly as your minds, you will find Me.
Seek Me and you shall find Me if you love others as yourself. And fret not
upon your belief in Me, but rather rely upon My belief in you. Come to Me.
Enfold in the arms of Love.
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