The Prophet's Summer Discourse

Here is your God: He is coming to save you. For water will gush into the desert and streams into the wastelands. A road will run through the rescued land, a highway called the Sacred Road. Shouting for joy, the redeemed will use it... ISAIAH 35: 4,6,8 I I have an obscure feeling of being protected... As my mind sifts through details of EXPERIENCE, it locates traces of safety threatened and fear increasing, and both are suddenly calmed, rendered peaceful, within and without. How long does this mood prevail? In the early days, it dissipated in the time it took a cup of coffee to cool. Rarely did it last into the next day. I often observed its bright presence diminish like the day as it faded into twilight... But duration is not the issue: what matters is your perception of RESCUE. Perception itself can be a sudden fire that flares and climbs, but suddenly is reduced to smolders. Or it can be a modest fire that flames modestly for hours. Whatever we perceive, we must be grateful for it, and seek out the causes for our gratitude. This may not satisfy any of you listening now, but it must be said at this moment: I AM NOT ALONE IN THIS ENDEAVOR, NOR AM I ACCOMPANIED. If that statement strikes as a riddle, solve it. If it strikes you as nonsense, excuse yourself and make breakfast for all of us. If you perceive it as a prophecy, be patient a little longer. II Why is so many of you succumb to despair, when life displays so much natural abundance? You scurry about, satisfying temporal needs as if each day were an end in itself, and each night your existence sinks deeper. How did you become so small? Why does the Prophet's faith not swell within you? Why do you sit in repose on the knife's edge? Do you witness the flowering of desire which blooms in the life of the Priestess? How is it you walk through a grove of trees and hear nothing? When will you grasp fully: You are not alone in this endeavor? III Why do you nurture false hopes, when genuine hopes can be harvested by you every season? Are you so stuffed with wanton illusion, you cannot stomach the pure bread of communion? Do you persist in living small lives as if you were limited beings? When will you simply unfold your wings and soar aloft in the awareness: You are not accompanied.