Mind, Body, Spirit.

Mind, body, spirit, so the argument rages, which has the importance on this evolving stage ?  Some say, "mind superior."  Its an accumulation of total directing mass, computerized for life's tasks. Think in an impulse or two, and that heavy bear acts the fool, like a puppet on a string, the mind controls how and where the brute sings. In a world of abstract dimension what need ye of lumbering intervention?

The spirit hypocritically apes the body, whatever alias or delight the swollen oft, vibrates the soul's song. Valuation then should follow, the mind surpasses the other two classes. 

Others contend, that spirit's the end.  Its the source that drives the body to a friend, That compels the mind to bend.  Spirit sores with the Muses, sponges their art, and drips its nectar out like juices.  Marvel the painter's form sublime.  Marvel the minister's words touch time. Marvel the scientist's un-complicated find.  Spirit's the current than, that turns the head of the limbering river to its final bed.

A great many agree, the soma affects instantly.  Mind and spirit focus in when the belly cries out hun-gr-y.  There is no soaring nor abstraction until panging satisfaction.  Mouth dry, and coughs cry, "thris-ty."  Mind and spirit zero in until quenching moistens parched skin.  Heart in pain, mind and spirit leave attraction, and attend to the infarction. Body then significant of all.  The argument has ended the other must fall.

Three arguments well founded, but I am still confounded; which priority should be?  Which has superiority?  The three it seems from vintage view, with equal weight when involved in the interaction with man.  Take the act of love, _when shuddering in your lovers shadow does mind alone pronounce the quack?  Does separate spirit, alone feel the fire?  Does body singly transpire the desire? 

One it seems acts on the other, developing a union as a son with his mother, combining parts to more than their sum, like blending strings, and reeds, and a big kettle drum, then hearing the mix in a symphonic, symposium.  

Mind, body, spirit, severely thought gives vague significance as hot water without tea.  However, grouping the three produces dynamic compression, releasing meaning in combining sympathy. 

Which is superior, the argument absurd, who could find a naked king, amid a naked herd?

                                 One truth, many paths.  Be, good, do good.

                                                             Louis DiVirgilio

 It is impossible to gauge the significance of the present time or to realize what is in store for humanity during the next hundred years, merely from our own experience and from recorded history.  For this is no ordinary time.  It is not simply the culmination point of the past hundred years, but of thousands of years; the night of centuries has passed, and with the new dawn comes the return of memories and powers and possibilities of an age long past.

The soul of man still cries out, the darkness is still so close about him that he knows not the dawn is so near.  But those who have claimed to the hill tops have seen the glow in the eastern sky and the rays of golden light in the heavens; and with the suddenness of the day in the tropics, in the twinkling of an eye, the light will come, the scales fall from our eyes, and we shall see----not in the uncertain gloom of night, but in the glorious sunlight.

As the light of day scatters the shadows and the powers of darkness, so will the effulgence of the new cycle break through the dark places of ignorance, prejudice and unbrotherliness in the age now so swiftly passing.  The great heroes of old will once more return to earth, the great musicians, painters, poets, wise statesman, lovers of the race, will again take up the task, and the earth shall blossom as a garden.  The ancient wisdom taught by the sacred Mysteries will be revived; the earth, the air, the ether, all nature will reveal their secrets to those who have prepared themselves through purification and by service to humanity.

Such is the outlook into the future. To measure it, go back to the glory of ancient Egypt and to the yet older civilization and vaster achievements of ancient America.  Such a future awaits us and our children and, if we are faithful, shall be ours in new time when, after a brief night of death, we return to take up our work again upon earth.

Thanks' Ktherine Tingley.  One truth, many paths.  Be good, do good.                           Louis DiVirgilio       

Where are the Masters, the Sages and Seers?

The great sages and seers, the masters of wisdom and compassion, belong to no race, and especially to no creed.  They are the children of the spirit, awakened men, whose familiar thought is truth itself; and hence their sympathies are universal.  They need no frontiers of race, of caste, of creed, of color. They are truth seekers, truth-teachers, that existed before the foundations of the mighty mountains were laid, ay, even before the sons of morning began to sing, to chant their hymns celestial.  For truth has no age.  It was never born, it never has not been.  It is timeless because universal.  Its appeal is to the hearts and minds of all men.  It matters not a whit from what part of the world a beautiful truth may be drawn; and hence when ever any human has so attuned their self to the whisper of the winds, and when the winds blow upon him and wring, then, for the time being and as long as he can hold his or her plane of consciousness, they are  one of the sages and seers, whether they are recognized or not; and this means you and me and all men, at least any one of us who may have attained this much.  

I know first hand that the Masters, Sages, and Seers, exist, and they never will ever burdened us, as long as we stay faithful to truth, by never abandoning truth, no matter in what form it is experienced.  This ask by the Masters, Sages, and Seers, is no small task, it takes the will power of a saint, to push back against those who will attempt even to entertain death to any and all who will not comply.  

My recognition is that the Masters, Sages, and Seers, keep a watchful eye over all humans who would called out sincerely for help.  I will tell you a true experience about my encounter with the watchfulness of the Masters.

My daughter Nikki and I were on a three day weekend trip up north to Lake Superior.  Our goal was to  view the largest waterfall in Minnesota, which was named, Pigeon Falls.  We walked up the steps to better view the gushing water falling gracefully over the falls.  It was a wonderful sight.  Our second quest was to view a second waterfall a little further south with an ominous name, "The Devil's Keitel."  It was called the Devil's Keitel because as the water flowed down word the falling water seemed to disappear into a separate chamber on the left side of the falls. However, on the right side of the chamber the water flow seemed to be normal, with no apparent abnormal variances.   This mystery caused great speculation about where and how the water on the left side of the Devil's Keitel had seemed to disappeared.                             

My daughter and I had made our way to the Devil's Keitel water fall, and began to move up the stairs.  I was fallowing my daughter, when I became very dizzy.  I was having trouble steading my self and I was afraid of falling.  I walked back down very carefully holding on to a wooden banisters, and made contact with the earth, still very dizzy.  I was very frightened by my instability.  As I shuffled my feet very slowly, I no tested a bench, and a small full leaved tree hanging above me.  I immediately sat down on the bench under the tree, still very shaken. I then called out to my spiritual father, "Father help your son."  No sooner did I ask for help, a state of safety quietly melted into every ware I looked.  The fear I was having vaporized and a feeling of complete safety, every ware I looked I was completely envelope in safety.  There was a swipe of tranquility no matter where I looked.  I felt so great full I began to cry.  Every were I looked life was throbbing and me with-it. here 

                      

             Where are the Masters, the Sages, and Seers?    Right ware they are supposed to be.     

                                           One truth, many paths.  Be good, do good.                          

                                                               Louis DiVirgilio