Not as some oracular imitation of Me

Not as some oracular imitation of Me.

One other thing, besides the new spiritual openness, will help.  The testimony of the speaker, by which I mean the witness of his character, makes the message credible.  You have a good (sound) character.  People can see that.  You are not a nut or a fanatic or a self-important impostor.  People see that.  That is why it is important that you write in your own, honest, authentic voice—not as some oracular imitation of Me.

 

 

Ritualism and creeds have been overemphasized

Ritualism and creeds have been overemphasized.

Ritualism and creeds have been overemphasized, and I am Myself partly to blame, since at one point those were the most important thing in the world to Me.  I am hoping I can open their hearts to something new, without unduly disturbing their good and faithful practices.

 

 

“A drop of water.”

My friend’s experience was in a more impressive setting than the two experiences I remembered from years ago.  The first occurred when I was just a kid.  One of my chores was watering the lawn.  I had just finished running water in the shrubs and bent down to turn off the outdoor faucet.  Don’t know why I lingered for a moment, crouching down, looking at the tap but, as I did, a last drop of water slowly formed on the bottom edge.

I looked at that drop of water in a way I had never looked at anything before.  Saw it—how to describe it?—in its full presence, its suchness, its integrity as an independent existent in the community of being.  When I later read in Buber about seeing Nature as a Thou, this experience came to mind.  It was not as if the drop of water had a mind or soul or was looking back at me or anything like that.  But I no longer saw it as merely an it, merely an item in the inventory of the universe.  I saw the drop of water as, in a sense, a member of what Immanuel Kant calls the Kingdom of Ends—the community of all beings who should be respected as ends-in-themselves, not just means for the use of others.  This is, of course, language I now use.  I don’t know how I would have described the experience at the time.  I was just a kid, after all, and the experience did not seem worth telling.