Faith-Transcendence- By William Samuel

FAITH By William Samuel (1968)

"Faith" is the world's designation for that which operates between the intellectual acceptance of Truth and the Heart's declaration that says "It is so!" The Singing Heart speaks such that we know "without mental reservation or equivocation"; then we are enabled to act from the standpoint of knowing instead of faith. The Christ-Heart's declaration lifts faith from a concern over the accuracy of philosophies, the exactness of words or the integrity of people, to the certain knowledge of Isness itself. The Heart is the spokesman for Isness, and this Awareness we are is the faith-full witness.

NOW IS TRANSCENDENT

Now transcends the past and the future. Why? Because now is the "time" of tangibility; now is the time of experience; now is when Awareness is concretely aware. No matter how awesome, magnificent or poignantly personal a memory may be, and no matter what it contains, the thought about it is taking place now and this makes the newness of now transcendent. No matter what wild scheme we entertain, no matter how beautifully we construct a dream of the future, all the scheming and dreaming is taking place in the now, and this makes now transcendent, quite above and beyond time's past and future. Sharp, fearful dreams and the rough memories that appear to be their causes are smoothed by this transcendent now when we let it!

Now is the common denominator of Awareness, just as Awareness is the common denominator for all experience. The two are intertwined in such a way that they are not two at all, but an inseparable one. Because the nature of Isness is singleness rather than multiplicity, we come to equate now-ness and awareness as one. Now is not a time-frame wherein experience happens. Awareness is the action of Deific Mind and, as such, is not at the mercy of past experiences. This now-awareness is in no way beholden to human chronology.

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Philosophy, religion and education make an effort to understand Reality, but Reality (Deity) stands in confident self-being, already knowing itself. Deity's "knowing" is forever beholding, comprehending and apprehending itself as itself. Here there is no need to leam or to understand anything; here is simple, natural, normal being.

Notice the fine line here: to determine Identity, to seek Self-knowledge, to strive for information academically, esoterically or by any other means, is to be the old man still, the misidentity making the effort to understand the identity of another he calls God.

On the other hand, to rest in the infinite Self-knowledge of Being, knowing I am forever beholding, knowing, comprehending and apprehending the Divine Self who is being this Consciousness, is to live the Identity I am!

This is not to say that all I am aware of is a dream; not at all. This is to be continually Self-aware. This is to joy in Spirit being all one perceives. This simple action taken marks the end of evaluation, the "last judgment." This is the Sabbatical Rest.

THE ILLUSTRATION OF THE CARVER

For just a moment, put yourself in the shoes of the old wood carver. Imagine walking through a forest early on a crisp Fall morning. The air is moist and still. You are alone. Occasional drops of dew fall from the trees above, plummet through the slanting sunshine and enchanting morning mist. They flash like diamonds for an instant, then patter softly into the leaves below. The only other movement is yours and the only other sound belongs to the morning. The air is exhilarating. The moment is holy.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, a deer bounds across your path, leaps a fallen log, and noisily-but ever so gracefully-disappears among the trees! Your heart pounds. You are thrilled by the suddenness and beauty of the animal's leap to anonymity; and then, the silence, more silent now, returns.

"How beautiful," you think. "How magnificent! How privileged I am to see such a scene and feel such emotion! Let me take a piece of wood and carve into it all the tenderness of the moment. Let me carve all I see and all I feel, all I am thinking and all I have thought. Let me take my knife and shape the wood so others will understand the splendor of this morning. Let me carve it with such exactness and precision that everyone who sees it will hear the bounding deer, see the soft sunlight and smell the sweet freshness of the wild earth."

I ask you: Who can tell such a story with a single piece of wood?

Where is the wood that can contain so much within it?

Where are the words that outline Truth?

Who can confine Reality to ten words-or ten million? Such is the job of those who take it upon themselves to write or read a single word and call it Absolute! Yet the simplicity of Deity is less assuming than a single letter of the alphabet.

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