LISTEN GENTLY ABOUT THE PLACE OF INTERFACE
"When one plays the piano, the point of interface between the player and the sounded music is exactly where his fingers touch the keys. The surface of the keys is the place where the inner music of the soul becomes the outer melody in the living room or concert hall. There is no space between the fingers and the keys, just as there is no space between the Child-of-us and our fingers as we write. The Child-Soul of us is where the melody is first heard.
"If one is a composer, the point of interface between the melody heard within and the melody the world hears “without,” is also at the tips of the composer's fingers—as he plays and as he writes those notes onto a piece of paper.
"So, the INTERFACE is WHERE the 'inside becomes outside' and where, as we listen, the outside becomes inside. In the Thomas book, we hear Jesus say, 'When you make the two one, and when you make the inner as the outer and the outer as the inner...then shall you enter the Kingdom.'
"When one writes a letter or a book, the point of INTERFACE between the reader and writer is the tip of the writer's fingers and his heart, and the eyes that read and the reader's heart. There is no real space between the eyes, the Heart and the tips of the fingers. When the writer gets the fingers to state the Child-heart's feeling, the interface is completed, heart to heart."
From "The Child Within Us Lives!" by William Samuel
I have always loved words. I know, we always hear the spiritual guru types saying that ‘words are not it’ - But, I know that words can bring us very close to it. Right up near to it - and then, right there, bridge that moment, that little nano-second where we touch it, feel it, and - then, then — one day, we begin to live it. We cross over that little space into the living Really - and we live it - it happens, it is real. We know it is real, because this joy starts flowing, carrying us, moving us. The living of it, is the very proof of it. Words can bring us to this place, here at the point of exchange where the pure Light is seen right here as the tangible world of time and space. Here, we live in pure, one to one, Being and Seeing. Oh, but the wonderment of words, the power and light we can bring when words are strung with beauty, straight from the heart. Much like music, we can create an overtone that is felt, touched by something beyond the words themselves. We are moved and nothing can explain how that happens, but we feel something stir within us. If we let it, we are taken into Reality itself, seeing, being, knowing the three that are one. Life is a living Holy Trinity. Words can bring that trinity into wholeness, the very living of this Love we are.-- Sandy Jones
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