Reality
SUN., OCT. 11, 1981, 11:13 AM
LINCOLNSHIRE, POOL AREA
The sun shines, but not warmly, and the breeze blows cool. It is reality that you are in the midst of a change of season. It is reality that you are in this north country, and your class goes on without you. Yet I shall be there… and with you, simultaneously. Your tire came apart… yet there was no accident, and you even arrived reasonably on time, and these were realities. What are realities? Hear, o son, as I offer you a glimpse on this Sunday morn.
You wonder, from time to time, about the reality of your back injury and of the disability in your foot. You have the feeling that strength is returning, but as you danced last evening you knew that the numbness and the disability are still real in that right extremity. You have recovered from that experience and learned much spiritually from it. Consider it now only briefly. Natural processes are at work. Whatever develops or does not develop will be of value to you. Know this as reality.
You just have intertwined the reality that I have provided to you with the reality of your working mind and spirit, and a new issue of Ruminations is emerging. Again you shall be pleased… and also surprised… at the responses to this new letter. Among what you hear shall be new stories of spiritual happenings that shall enlarge your perceptions of reality. It seems to you, now, that more people, in general, are open to accepting and knowing about spiritual matters, but then you read that general polls show the opposite. Which is reality? Each is part truth. There is a great evidence and openness among a larger number, and you shall be in the midst of these, but, also, these are in the midst of a greater number who have no interest… and even some antagonism. The major reality, of course, is that you can learn and grow spiritually from all sorts of encounters. The supportive ones are obviously more pleasant, but do not always avoid the confrontations.
SUN., OCT. 11, 1981, 11:13 AM
LINCOLNSHIRE, POOL AREA
The sun shines, but not warmly, and the breeze blows cool. It is reality that you are in the midst of a change of season. It is reality that you are in this north country, and your class goes on without you. Yet I shall be there… and with you, simultaneously. Your tire came apart… yet there was no accident, and you even arrived reasonably on time, and these were realities. What are realities? Hear, o son, as I offer you a glimpse on this Sunday morn.
You wonder, from . . .
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