Page 20 - Fall 2013 Issue
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Although raised a church-going Catholic I found many of their teachings, rules and rituals contradictory, and more importantly, inconsistent with the answers I had intuitively arrived at. I've always believed, for example, that each of us is really doing our best given our own understandings, therefore if judgment were to be passed on a life, and I don't believe it is, sin would only ever be regarded as an honest "mistake" due to deep misunderstandings. Not a demerit system that leads to eternal damnation. Wouldn't a loving Father, I reasoned, have more compassion than to seek revenge on his comparatively feeble children who are temporarily blinded by the illusions they've created? Even human parents are far more understanding of their own flesh and blood than the "Father" as portrayed in most religions. Sin, and its past and present connotations, must have been a term derived by man I concluded, not an understanding, all-knowing God.
I've always needed explanations that made sense, and just as importantly, I believed they were attainable. I came to deduce, and still believe, that Jesus was here to tell us, as others have, that we are all "children of God", that the things he did, we all can do, and that there are no sins, no evil, no hell, other than what exists in our own minds. He came to Earth to be a living example of these teachings, to show a better way to his fellow travelers at a dark time in history when limiting beliefs were so ingrained into the population they no longer sought, nor could they conceive of, greater thinking.
Despite my early quest for hypnosis books, I've never been a "reader". Since attending college I've probably averaged only 1-2 new books a year. So it's ironic that over my life, several books, or authors, have helped define my own thoughts, and therefore my life, in the most profound ways.
With few exceptions, these books were introduced to me by my mother, who has always been an avid "reader" and who I've always been very close to. I was 15 when, as a budding tennis hopeful on the state juniors' circuit, she gave me The Inner Game of Tennis, W. Timothy Gallwey and Psycho-Cybernetics, Maxwell Maltz. Both of which improved my game immeasurably, and further piqued my interest in the powers of the mind over our lives. I haven't read either since the year I carried them everywhere, but I recall that their gist was to unleash the power of imagination so as to influence the course you'd like your game, or life, to take.
During my freshman year at the University of Florida the pitch in my desire for "understanding" was its greatest, overshadowing everything else I did or thought. For the entire year I dwelled daily on the meaning of life, and the mystery of death, but to no visible avail. Then, out of nowhere, Mom sent another book, The Silva Mind-Control Method, by Jose Silva. Once again I was pondering the untapped abilities of my mind, and felt a renewed excitement for the mysteries it contained. But before I had time to finish it another book arrived, the first in a series, that illuminated the darkest corners of my mind. Written with a clarity and depth unlike anything I'd ever read, it confirmed, without exception, my deepest feelings and intuitions about life. It put my abstract thoughts into words and filled the gaps inbetween. As I finished each I felt that my almost desperate searching was coming to an end. My questions were either answered, or by then seemed at least, very answerable. These books contained the "Seth Material" as dictated by the late Jane Roberts, 1929-1984, in Elmira, New York.
With my own inner search no longer lost in space I began to use and apply the understandings that were solidified by the Seth Material without any looking back. With the answers to my fundamental questions revealed, the focus of my life has become the application, or the living, of the truths I've found - a mighty tall, but rewarding, order. Today it's through the pursuit of my goals and dreams that I learn my lessons and even greater secrets about life and myself.

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