Jonathan Livingston Seagull

“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull

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Saturday, October 2, 2010

An Extract from the Essene Gospel of Peace Book 2

"To lift your eyes to heaven

    When all mens' eyes are on the ground,

    Is not easy.

    To worship at the feet of the angels

    When all men worship only fame and riches,

    Is not easy.

    But the most difficult of all

    Is to think the thoughts of the angels,

    To speak the words of the angels,

    And to do as angels do. "


"As the son inherits the land of his father,

    So have we inherited a Holy Land

    From our Fathers.

    T'his land is not a field to be ploughed,

    But a place within us

    Where we may build our Holy Temple.

    And even as a temple must be raised,

    Stone by stone,

    So will I give to you those stones

    For the building of the Holy Temple;

    That which we have inherited

    From our Fathers,

    And their Fathers' Fathers. "

    
"The Holy Temple can be built

    Only with the ancient Communions,

    Those which are spoken,

    Those which are thought,

    And those which are lived.

    For if they are spoken only with the mouth,

    They are as a dead hive

    Which the bees have forsaken,

    That gives no more honey.

    Communions are a bridge

    Between man and the angels,

    And like a bridge,

    Can be built only with patience,

    Yea, even as the bridge over the river

    Is fashioned stone by stone,

    As they are found by the water's edge."


"And just as the roots of the tree

    Sink into the earth and are nourished,

    And the branches of the tree

    Raise their arms to heaven,

    So is man like the trunk of the tree,

    With his roots deep

    In the breast of his Earthly Mother,

    And his soul ascending

    To the bright stars of his Heavenly Father.

    And the roots of the tree

    Are the Angels of the Earthly Mother,

    And the branches of the tree

    Are the Angels of the Heavenly Father.

    And this is the sacred Tree of Life

    Which stands in the Sea of Eternity. "


"To lift your eyes to heaven

    When all mens' eyes are on the ground,

    Is not easy.

    To worship at the feet of the angels

    When all men worship only fame and riches,

    Is not easy.

    But the most difficult of all

    Is to think the thoughts of the angels,

    To speak the words of the angels,

    And to do as angels do. "





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