LOVES Messenger
On August 1977 I was handed the golden key that briefly opened a door , long enough to let me “see” , and keep me searching until I found what I knew was true.
Then, 20years old (suicidal, angry, bitter from guilt and twisted from acid and booze) I boarded an overnight express train in Melbourne (
As the train rushed through the black of night I stood between two carriages contemplating stepping into the blackness to end the torment of a disillusioned and failing life. This was the closest yet I had come to taking that final step. During the days before this night I had climbed my way via the fire escape, out onto the top of the apartment block on
Out of the blue I received an invitation in the mail box, to my friend’s 21st birthday party in
I turned away from where I stood staring into the darkness and fumbled my way through the carriage to my seat which was next to the window. Perhaps it was the prospect of
John, the gentleman to whom I was waffling to in the shadowy lighted carriage, turned to me and gently asked “what do you know about forgiveness?” I replied that I new very little, but from his sincerity I felt in the question, I was open to listen to him. He then went on to explain how un-forgiveness (grievance) was like a cancer and not only did it cause disease and suffering and pain for the person who held un-forgiveness (judgment) but also the person upon whom the judgment is aimed would also suffer.
These words gripped at my heart and I saw the bitterness and guilt I was carrying was as he had said, a cancer eating away at me causing my suffering and torment. I saw how I disguised this with a tough-guy arrogant image. I also saw those to whom I vented my judgment and anger at as undeserving of such poison. Especially too, my own family, as I could see that this was where my grievances were nurtured as a young boy. I was always playing the victim and holding grudges as a way of manipulating. It must have tormented my parents something awful.
For the mistakes and blindness I had fallen into I wept with forgiveness in the dimly lit carriage as it rattled through the night.
I had cried myself to sleep while it was night and as I began to stir just as the early dawn had come, I became aware of something very different, I was not sure what to make of myself as I felt completely different, no longer heavy and depressed, but as light as a feather and as I looked at my arms and hands I laughed and said to John “I feel as though I have been washed from the inside out with crystal clear water and if I could cut my limbs off I would still be untouched”. “John”, I asked filled with a warm joy and a sense of oneness “what is this that has happened to me?”
John proceeded to explain in few words that my forgiveness had set me free!
I looked out the window at the bush land as we speed through the hills and nature was singing to me through its newness. This excited me more and I felt as though I was one with everything and a deep ancient mysterious and infinite presence which I could not quite comprehend.
People in the carriage began to stir from their sleep and move around, and as I looked at them I could see them in their “innocence” and at the same time I was without judgment, just a pure unconditional acceptance. I saw the silly games they were playing with each other and I felt the pain that they were causing each other. I watched an elderly couple in their “special relationship” inflicting pain onto each other through their subtle verbal grievances as though this life long victimizing practice was a “normal relationship”. Yet I saw the victim scripts being played out from their unconsciousness.
I watched some young men luring an innocent girl toward their snare and felt like I wanted to warn her of the deception at play, but I was more the “passerby” and watched with amazement at my clarity of “vision”.
I asked John where I could learn about this “whatever it is that has happened to me” and he mentioned a book called “Im ok, Your ok” ( Transactual analysis ?sp ). (Some days later I read the book but it was way out of my depth and I sought for understanding in other places.)
The train climbed its way through the hills and emerged into fields before its final decent into
As the train soon wound its way into the urban sprawl of bricks and steal, passing through dirty train stations I was quickly to be overcome with what I could not reason with and a subtle fear began to take controle again though I felt it I new not how to manage it.
At the central station I was reluctant to say a teary goodbye to my new friend though it was necessary. I would not see him for another seven years.
I grabbed a taxi down to the wharf where I caught a Hydrofoil across to Manly which was at the far side of the harbor. This ride had another “shock” install for me which I realize now from AICM this was the ego sucking me back into its fearful illusion and deception.
As the hydrofoil skimmed gracefully across the water I was standing on the deck looking out to the right hand side when there emerged this huge pitch black ugly hideous monster from beneath the surface. Fear of Death screamed at me and I shuddered with a terrifying thought that mankind could think of and make such a awful deathly thing. This Naval “submarine” was heading in the same direction as us but I could not stand to look upon it for what it symbolized…death. I had swallowed the illusion of fear hook line and sinker….I was falling asleep into the illusion of “separation” again, being without any compass to give me spiritual instruction or guidance I felt fear sucking the happiness away and I was now afraid of loosing my new found “awareness”.
At reaching Manly wharf I was unsettled but still in awe of my initial awakening experience and felt a new hope that I could work it all out and get the joy back.
Within a matter of two days I had all but lost the lightness and “vision” of my experience, but miracles didn’t stop and over the next few months I encountered some interesting twists and turns that gave me determination to not stop seeking for what I new was reality beyond the nightmare.
I could fill a book with the journey that followed but to round it off for a shortened version I will summarize by saying that I spent the next 20years fumbling around the labyrinths of Christian idealistic theology, riding on its roller-coasters and roundabouts grasping for that magic key that would give me “Vision” again. Little things along the way, like having the odd OBE which would rekindle the thirst for truth of what is behind all the seemingly infinitely mysterious realms and finding myself (for 10 more years) in yet another duelist labyrinth of explanations found at the New Age self-help buffet.
BUT…at last I found DU, late last year (2006) and ACIM (before I finished DU), because I new without a doubt, this time, I was almost home…I had found my lost golden key….FORGIVENESS!
I have found the door to my freedom which the key (loves messenger) is unlocking, thanks to
“Here, the world outside is seen anew, without the shadow of guilt upon it. Here are you forgiven, for here you have forgiven everyone. Here is the new perception, where everything is bright and shinning with innocence, washed in the waters of forgiveness, and cleansed of every evil thought you had laid upon it. …Yet even forgiveness is not the end. Forgiveness does make lovely, but it does not create. It is the source of healing, but it is the messenger of love, and not its source….The holy instant in which you were united is but the messenger of Love, sent from beyond forgiveness to remind you of all that lies beyond it. Yet it is through forgiveness that it will be remembered.” ACIM