August 20, 2017


Steve has had his chance to proofread his published articles from 1830; and to proofread our book for awhile, as well. Now it is my turn, as I gently pressed him. He never keeps track of when we last channeled--but it ends up being about a week apart, doesn't it?

Although Steve doesn't much comment on current events in his journal, I would like to try. Is that alright with you? I will try not to be "preachy," nor long-winded.

Here, Steve and I are very much in accord, so in a sense it matters little whether he is writing, or I am being channeled. But I may have clearer insight and a deeper perspective. So, here goes.

"It is all for Love," our Guru has said. But one must understand this deeply. Love can be mature, or immature. Love can be broad, or narrow. Interestingly, whether love is immature and narrow, or mature and broad, it can be equally intense. This is important to remember. Love is like the sun--and right now, the country is all "ablaze" to see the eclipse of the sun. But even though the moon's shape will block it, aren't you cautioned never to look directly at it? Even if you use a darkened film or glasses, if you don't use the right ones specially made for the purpose, one website said that the sun will be thousands of times too bright for your eyes, i.e., using any home-made device.

That is how love is. Even if love is filtered through grossness, or ignorance, or narrowmindedness, still, it is thousands of times more intense than one can easily handle. For this reason, love is the most wonderful thing, and the most dangerous thing.

Love, when experienced through the prism of the personal self, the selfishness in man, can easily turn to hatred. That is because in the realm of the "little self," there is always me vs. the other. The little self defines itself against someone or something else--otherwise, it has no existence. Without the force and power of love, this just results in narcissism and petulance. But throw love into the mix--love which, even filtered down, is thousands of times too powerful to handle easily--then you have intensified rejection of the other. The power of love, thus polarized, becomes hate.

But should people who are in the lower stages of development, where they are still in the thralldom of the little self, experience no love? It is only Love which will eventually redeem them. So they must love; but when they love within the confines of that little self, and through it, they end up hating. It overwhelms their better judgment. It is too powerful.

This accounts for 90% or more of all the problems on earth. Love is the disease; and love is the cure (keeping in mind that there are many, many lifetimes to "get it right"). Really-speaking, it is narrow-mindedness which is the disease; the cure is Love, but at first, love makes things worse. Again, whereas without love, you have a morose, narcissistic, petulant, self-absorbed person who isn't doing anyone else any harm (except bringing down the general "vibe" in the room)--let this person experience love, and suddenly you have a raving maniac.

Who will be the victim of that maniac? People who were raving maniacs in one or more past lives, and who injured others in that state. What goes around comes around.

Now...if you view the problem this way, what is the solution? This is precisely (or, nearly) the thing that Matt and I were discussing, as our minds soared into the heavens, that crisp evening when we walked hand-in-hand, shortly after our marriage, in the town of Dover, New Hampshire, in the autumn of 1836. The street, as Steve vividly remembered it, was lined with treeless elms; the warm lights were glowing in the houses on both sides of the street, but no-one was outside except for us. We were in our own world--we were centuries ahead of our time. We were "out of time," meaning, out of the world's time. That moment will live forever, because we touched eternity. Some couples touch eternity in sex (as we did, also); but we touched it that moment on that tree-lined street, talking about the ultimate causes of human suffering, and what might possibly be done about it.

Now Steve knows the answer; but none of you might accept it. Talk about preaching! The answer is that God will see to it. But this is no platitude. God will see to it personally, and is seeing to it, personally. We can participate, play our role, as assigned. At that time, on that tree-lined street, we thought we knew what role we could play. Did we help matters? You do know that I have told you, we wrote "A Christmas Carol," together, which Charles Dickens subsequently re-wrote and claimed as his own--ironically, giving it a far greater audience, even in its watered-down condition. Did it help mankind?

Well, it offers a rather simplistic solution, doesn't it? Get a good, scary warning from your spirit guides overnight, and you're a changed man! Get everybody in the world to read this story, and they will be a changed man, or woman, right along with the main character! But it wasn't quite that easy.

On the wall of Steve's office, today, behind him and to his right, is an etching of the opening ceremonies for the World Peace Congress of 1851, in Exeter Hall, London. If you look very, very closely, you will see Mathew seated at the reporter's table. Even in that tiny etching, the artist has captured his feeling of exhuberant hope. He feels he is part of something that is changing the world for the better.

Ten years later, the Civil War would begin. Then, as you know, came World War I, and World War II, and all the other wars. What good did the Congress actually do?

Steve is feeling that I refuse to answer this question. We must try; we must act our part, according to our conscience and our consciousness. Here is the answer to the riddle--we do our little part, and if we offer it to God, He does the rest. He takes our "mite," and makes of it, "might."

And there is nothing to add to this, so I will close for today.

Love to each and all,