Nothing is ever lost that apart from the first draft of my screenplay which refuses to open. I even tried a technique I learned from Uri Geller when my old computer had up the ghost. It was another occasion when I did not have a copy of manuscript I had been working on for months. I had a computer expert look at it and he could do nothing. What did I have to lose. I thought of what Uri had said and I held down the start button and repeated three times, "Work, work, work," and then I released the button. Nothing happened. What did I expect. Then the computer whirred into life and still works to this day some four plus years later.
I even tried it on the screenplay document but I guess spirit wants me to work on other things.
Today's post is that Nothing Is Ever Lost. I am referring to mor esoteric things than my screenplay but even with respect to the screenplay it is also true. Either I will be able to open it or I won't, but the one thing I am sure about is that information in the screenplay came from me so I will be able to find it again and maybe it will be even better this time.
Today let's join Huo on his journey where he learns.......
Nothing Is Ever Lost
"Nothing is ever lost. Everyone who has ever lived and everything they have ever created," said the old sage as he reached out his open right hand, "is there for anyone. All you have to do is open yourself up to the vibration, and you become a channel into the past, present, or future. When you go into your inner self, you connect with everything that has been or will be. All the geniuses or masters are waiting for you to tap into their energy. If you want to be a great artist, all you have to do is imagine in your inner being that you are that great artist, then allow him or her to open up their genius to you.
"When I was studying to be part of the 33 Sages of the White Brotherhood, I would sit for hours and open up myself to the sages who had come before me. I would learn in days what would have normally taken lifetimes to understand."
"Teach me," said the young man, whose mind was already opening itself up to the Cosmic Mind, which held the memory of all things. The young man soon found himself wandering through the hallway of a large castle. At the end of the hallway was a doorway. From beyond the doorway, Huo could see a blinding light forcing its way around the edge of the wooden door. His ego mind was telling him not to go any further. He hesitated for a moment, then continued walking. His ego spoke louder, almost screaming for him to stop. In that moment, he understood what the old sage had taught him about the ego's fear of death. He took a deep breath and stepped through the door and was immediately enveloped by the light and transported to another time and place.
Once Huo's eyes became accustomed to the light, he was aware that he was surrounded by thousands of people, many of whom who looked exactly like him. One young man came towards him. At first he pulled back, for a moment not realizing that it was another part of him from another dimension. The shock sucked him out of his body and back into the present, where he was sitting by the fire with the old sage.
At first he could say nothing, for he was truly in shock; a part of him now existed in the other world, and he could feel it pulling on his being. He was no longer sure what was real. Until a few minutes ago, he believed the world he lived in was reality, but now he was no longer sure. He had been to a world where there were thousands of beings just like him. In his feeling self, he knew they had all come from different dimensions and worlds to meet together in the world that existed beyond the doorway. Would he be able to go back there? Did he want to go back? For that matter, did he have a choice? For he felt like there was a part of him that now existed totally in that other world, and he was not sure whether or not he needed to go back and retrieve it or if that was the way it was meant to be. Was he, in fact, drawing from his other selves all the time, or maybe it was a way for him to experience other worlds and other parts of his eternal self?
He looked across at the old sage, who was quickly making a pot of herbal tea. He had never seen the old sage rush with anything. Huo sat there, experiencing his own infiniteness. He no longer felt shock; no, now what he was feeling was a sense of calm, but beneath the calm was another feeling: it was the sense of wonder. No longer could he look at anything the same way again. He picked up a beetle that was scurrying beneath his feet. The beetle stopped scurrying and looked into the young man's eyes, and for a moment they shared a piece of each other.
The old sage had never seen anything like it. He quickly poured the cup of herbal tea in the hopes that the events of the past few minutes would not make the young man mad; it was more than anyone could stand without years of meditation and discipline. He need not have worried, though; by the time he offered the tea to the young man, he was calm and serene. In fact, he was more than that. The old sage watched as the young man connected with the beetle in a way that he would not have thought possible, standing in awe as the beetle and the young man became one. It was not in a philosophical sense, though, for they had truly become one; the aura of the young man and the beetle had entwined, and now each one’s individual energy and memories were now available to the other. The old sage was not sure, however, how the beetle would cope with the memories and teachings the young man had given him, for he was no longer sure who was actually the teacher. The old sage was trying to teach the young man that he could draw from the teachings of the masters in previous times, but the young man had gone beyond that and was now showing the old sage that he could learn from his infinite selves, and even from the insects of the Earth. He knew the young man was special when he had seen him in his dreams those many years ago, but now he was beginning to see how truly special he was.
It was now important for him to speed up the teaching he was giving the young man, as he was growing far quicker than he would have ever thought possible - which in itself was a wonderful thing, but it also had its downside. Did the young man have the mental capacity to cope with what was occurring?
Blessings and Peace and may you connect with the other parts of your self.
And me with my screenplay.
Geof
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