Return to Sensitivity---By William Samuel

Excerpt from The Awareness of Self-Discovery By William Samuel

THE RETURN OF SENSITIVITY

Dear Mary,

As for being "shocked" by your friend as you mentioned in your letter: The ego persists so long as it is coddled. An actress playing the role of Lady Macbeth-should she become so enthralled with her part that she forgets her real identity-may have to be shocked into an "awakening" In any event, the Truth of Being only appears brutal to the personal sense of self, to with it is brutal because it destroys it completely. Jesus said, "I have not come to throw peace upon the world, but fire!"

The "real" Identity (and there is no other) cannot really be disturbed by a rebuking-public, private or otherwise. Identity is Identity. All the hell fire and damnation this side of the Pleiades will never change Tranquillity Itself into non-tranquillity! If ever we are disturbed by any sight, sound or feeling it is because we voluntarily play the role of non-tranquillity, believing that to be our Identity.

Agony is self-induced, self-acted and self-enjoyed; but this is not the Self we are any more than Lady Macbeth is the actual identity of the actress. Tranquillity (Awareness) itself is the Identity we are, and Tranqullity does not cause itself grief. Is it possible for all to be not-all? For Truth to be not-truth? For God to be not-God? Never! Neither can Tranquillity-am-I ever be "I-am unhappy."

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The instruction of the world appears intended to lift on up to the Light. This work is comprehended as a step by step study-here a little, there a little, line upon line, "growing consciousness" of Truth-but it is not a lifting up to the Light at all. It is much more a rapid stripping away of the mortal shell, leaving the Real exposed. It is an uncovering of the Light of Identity which has been here as "us" all the while. It is the return of sensitivity in all of its aspect. It is the CHILD uncovered again, stripped of all the intellectual veneers, its worldly vestures ripped away. Without question, this work appears to uncover the Child we are and we stand, naked, exposed, defenseless, super-sensitive, our perceptions extremely acute again.

But lo, man, aghast at the old-new sensitivity, pull the covers up again, put the veneer on again. The, the intellect, by reason of its own ten thousand reasons for wanting to perpetuate itself, attacks that which would make it so vulnerable and exposed. This appears especially true of the ego gown proud of its accomplishments. I have seen ;many who could stand the pure Light of "reborn" innocence for only the shortest time, thence to return to the blanket heap and greasepaint-and then throw rocks at the mirror of themselves; at those who would "tell it to them as it is."

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