While we were standing in the boat I asked A if he had any
teaching for me, reminiscing how he had taught me to function in this world,
how to communicate, and how to relate to everything. There was a bit of a pause
and he took me to sit beside him in the bow of the ship, looking ahead. He
remarked that in this dimension the boat was real, and the sea, and the people. But if I were to lose my intent it would all disintegrate and disappear.
What held it together and made it purposeful was my steady intent. Yet my
intent did not create what happened. It did not create the boat for instance.
The boat appeared and the rowers. In that sense I had to co-operate with what
happened. I did not orchestrate what happened.
Likewise in life a steady intent is necessary.
That is not on an object, but into infinity. And not into spatial infinity, but
into the heart of God which is infinite. Do that and other things take
their proper place and fly past, as this sea flowed past me. My intent will never be on them. They will never be objects of desire,
or destinations to reach. They will flow past, serving their necessary purposes
and disappearing. In that way my life will hold its’ form, and not
disintegrate. The fine point of the soul must point the way.
"A Spiritual Diary"
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