Auxhall on the Helplessness of Words
Here we get into another storytime from the Confederation, but it’s full of the mystery and poignancy inherent in trans-density communications on our path. What is it that these social memory complexes can actually communicate to us if we cannot place it in our awareness? Are the words signifying their love ever expected to be as meaningful as the love itself? What role, then, do the words play?
This is a question I’m tackling partially in my analysis of Hatonn’s May 1, 1983 session, but I think it goes beyond this here. They are always pointing not at the map but at the landscape; the symbols and words are worthless if they do not indicate something that is real and therefore by definition recognizable as such with our own equipment, our own status as Creator. This is another reason why seeking is so valuable: just as words give us a handle for concepts that, eventually, we will own and become, seeking points us in a direction until such time as we find and follow the map within us that desire has planted.
I’m also struck by Auxhall’s admission of helplessness, a word that Peter Kingsley’s work has invoked heavily to impress upon seekers the abject limitations involved in seeking. We are trapped in an illusion that focuses us without when we need to go within. It is not always intuitive walking this path, and it seems like being trapped in third density ennui is a common experience of evolving planets. After all, those of Ra had a pretty chill third density and even they had wanderers visit.
Your minds are full of many things, my friends. As we were saying, your world is full of words, full of guns, full of negativity at this moment in your space/time continuum in your illusion. All of you are at this time obeying the only wisdom known to man. And that is you are silent and [in search] of the single Thought that created all of you, to which all of you belong, your original Thought, the Creator, my friends, which is love.
We will tell you a small story to see if we can inspire you with a greater respect for meditation and the art of silence.
It was winter and beneath the cold (inaudible) the pine cone gave up a seed to the soil. And when Spring loosened the earth the (inaudible) blessed it. The seedling became a sprout. The years passed and the small pine tree began to grow. Many things occurred about the pine tree, There was a forest fire not far from him and he felt the agony of many of his brothers. There were woodsmen who killed others of his older brothers and again he felt their pain. But they did not speak, but always stretched living fingers to the sky as if to touch the sun. For all things in Nature know to turn to the sun, although they do not call it love, for they have no words. They do not die but the great Sun-body, symbolic of love and light, is to them their source.
Eventually a little boy moved close to this forest, and he cared about this tree and became very fond of it, and one Christmas he dragged his father to the tree and begged him to bring it home as a Christmas tree. And the Father, very fond of the young boy, dutifully dug the tree up, put it in a bag and after Christmas planted it by the old family house. The boy and the tree grew together and the boy, first so childish, became grown. He became wiser and wiser and he asked many questions of the tree. For he felt very close to this tree that had grown nearly as tall as his house while he had grown to be a man. And at each question the tree would lift his fingers to heaven and point toward the Kingdom of the Creator.
And as an old man, this person found finally that all of his questions had but one answer, and that was in the Kingdom of Heaven; not the kingdom of man, for there are words. And he had found there are no answers but only that which is.
And as he died, he asked of his family only one thing. He said to them, “I am ready to say good-bye to all things on this plane, for I love you all and I have no enemies. And I have nothing more that I wish, but I would that you would bury me near my friend. And they looked puzzled, for they did not know he had a friend. And he said to them, “The tree—the silent tree beside the house.” And so it was that in eternity, he and the tree became one.
Anything that we can say to you, my friends, is folly. For words cannot reveal anything of importance. We speak through these instruments to hopefully give you the encouragement and the inspiration to seek through meditation the truth, the Creation. We, well grounded in the love and the light of the infinite Creator, are as helpless before you as trees pointing their fingers to the Kingdom of Heaven. We can show you the way but we cannot give you the desire to seek. You are here tonight because of that desire. Have that desire on a daily basis, my friends. Continue in your seeking; and you will find that your path becomes ever more light and that your questions become ever more few.