All goes to show that the soul in man is not an organ, but animates and exercises all the organs; is not a function, like t he power of memory, of calculation, of comparison, but uses these as h ands and feet; is not a faculty, but a light; is not the intellect or the will, but t he master of the intellect and the will; is the background of our being, in which they lie,--an immensity not possessed and that cannot be possessed.
Excerpt from the March/April 2008 issue of Unity Magazine （ユニティマガジン２００８年３、４月 号の記事からの抜粋）
My father once told me, “When you’re old, you don’t feel old.” I can appreciate what he meant when he said that, as I ponder the fact that the essential being I am inside myse lf is the same in my 50s as when I was only 15.
So who am I really?
Am I the woman who has changed with age, or am I the changeless self within?
Am I the woman who is encased in time or the being who dwells apart from it?
Sometimes when referring to things that happened long ago, we say things like “I remember it like it was yes terday.” And that’s because in a way it was. If time, as Einstein declar ed, is merely an illusion of consciousness, then linear time itself is a metaphysical fiction; everything that has happened, is happening, or will happen, is happening now. There, in that realm of the eternal now, is the tr ue “I am.”
The eternal self dwells in eternity, and et ernity intersects linear time at only one point: the present. Who you are in this moment, therefore, is who you truly are. And from that esse ntial point of perfect being―created anew by God in every instant―m iracles flow naturally. Thoughts of love interrupt the past and open the f uture to new probabilities. No matter who you are, no matter how o ld you are, in the present, all things are possible.
The physical self ages, of course, but the spiritual self does not. As we identify more with the spiritual di mension of our lives, then our experience begins to shift from the c hangeable to the changeless . . . from limitation to limitlessness . . . fr om fear to love. As our journey through linear time gets s horter, our consciousness can in fact expand. And as it does, time itself is affected. The deeper we go into the love of God, the more we act ualize our earthly potential.
The understanding of that which does no t change is the key to our power within a world that does. In aligning ours elves with the eternal self, we age not in a straight line leading from luscious youth to decrepit age, but rather like the flowering lotus openin g more and more to the light of the sun.
The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves like ripe fruit from our experience, and fall. The wi nd shall blow them none knows whither. The landscape, the figures, Boston, Lo ndon, are facts as fugitive as any institution past, or any whiff of mist or sm oke, and so is society, and so is the world. The soul looketh steadily forward s, creating a world before her, leaving worlds behind her. She has no dates, n or rites, nor persons, nor specialties nor men. The soul knows only the s oul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed.
