Unlike anything ever before experienced, in our terms of linear time; cannot be described, but once recalled, we know we have always known it. We are part of it.
I felt it yesterday. Just a soft touch, like a presence at first strange, then calmly remembered.
I think there might be a time when we will not have presidents...
...No countries, ("...nothing to kill or die for..." --John Lennon, Imagine.) at least not as we now think of them. What we call "humanity" is evolving toward a new way of being that isn't really new at all. We had just forgotten.
There is something that seems to be more real than the world we see. Seems to underlie it, run through it like an underground river. It is what I sense in a stranger's touch...a shopper who comes in frequently...the touch of one whose hand may be aged, but whose essence and whose light and whose validity cannot die.
We will (again in our terms of what "time" is) begin to understand we really do not need these physical bodies. We can be anywhere in the blink of an eye. Science will come to terms with this, and once it does, doors will fly open. We will see that the body is a means, not an end.
http://www.ted.com/...
In this little book I have written, in my own way, hot from the soul, what I know to be true. It is my book pure and simple, written from the fullness of a spirit at peace, written for you because it will do you good and because I could not get it off my mind until it was written.
There are many things omitted which should have been included. They may be given to you later.
If the general ideas benefit you, make your life happier, I am content; if you feel antagonistic to its teachings, I await your censure; if it conveys a truth, opposition cannot kill it; if not truthful, it will die a natural death. Its future will depend upon the call for it.
--Prosperity Through Thought Force, by Bruce MacLelland. 1907.
People have known these things for centuries. I wrote a diary about my mom "traveling" from California to Colorado to talk to my grandfather. She did it in the blink of an eye, in the bright red bathrobe we had given her that past Christmas. The next day, my grandpa told her of a strange dream he had. Mom had come into his bedroom. They went into the kitchen. He made coffee. In describing this dream, Grandpa said when he woke up next morning, he smelled coffee. Then before they hung up, he said that in his dream, Mom had worn an ugly bright red bathrobe. Mom had not told him about the bathrobe.
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Science keeps toying with this idea of mind and its power. Those of us who already know keep waiting for science to catch up.
You [two] each generally agree, I am sure, that you sit upon a couch. You do not perceive the same couch. You only perceive your own idea constructions. You cannot see those of another. Telepathically, you transpose your ideas in line with what you know of the other person's thinking. You agree that the couch is here. Now it is true that within your physical system--for I know this will come next--you can measure your couch. I expect at any moment that someone will get a ruler and measure it, and then say to me that the couch is so long: How can I say it is not one couch?
However, within your physical system the instruments themselves are distorted, and of course they will agree with what they measure. There is no reason why they should not. Telepathically you all agree on the placement of objects, and their dimensions.
--Seth Speaks, by Jane Roberts. June 23, 1970.
Each individual has access to intuitional knowledge and can gain glimpses of inner reality. The universe speaks to each of us in this regard...Consciousness creates form. It is not the other way around...It is only because you are so busily concerned with daily matters that you do not realize that there is a portion of you who knows that its own powers are far superior to those shown by the ordinary self.
--Back cover, Seth Speaks; AMBER-ALLEN PUBLISHING ISBN 1-878424-07-6
It turns out well. Our answers are found within. I sit quietly, close my eyes, or sometimes keep them open; I go within, and ask. What do we know that is so? Who is "I"?
The ages have known we would get here, wherever "here" is, and whatever "we" are.