WHERE DOES THE OLD NATURE FIT?
Unfortunately, as it seems, we manage to insert an imposter between the Child and Godhead (inside) and between the Child and the world (outside). We surround the Child with that shell of identity, the old man, who has his ideas about things, and that is where our trouble lies. To try to get rid of the old nature first, as religion and metaphysical instruction has us doing, is to enter a void without vision of the Child. We find the Child first, then the old nature falls away as the morning mist along the river vanishes in the sunshine of a new day. To find the Child is to end the domination of the old man—and there is no other way.
Ah, but the world-finding is soon to begin. Man has grown in time’s field, the original seed forgotten. Now the new seed is forming inside the bolls and it is nearly time for the Awakening harvest.
This is so true. We find the Child first. Then we see that there is nothing to get rid of. For me it is true. When I finally realized what this Child is, and when I let it do the work for me, lead the way, trusted what I was feeling, sensing, becoming, touching, living – then – yes, my entire world began to bloom again, and so did I. And it grows more glorious and full of wonderful things, every moment of every day. I was taken from that state of denial, that place where I was trying to become ‘selfless’ or ‘not of this world’ — but, no, no– it turns out that that is not the whole truth, not the illimitable Light, that was not the very living of this Love, this Life I am – denial and riddance was not it. When the Child came alive again in me, when I found my Self, me, who I am, the pure heart of myself, the original Identity – that’s when it all turned around for me. I was, quite truly, revived, resurrected, born again. Now I can live and understand it all, knowing it all at once, all here, all now. So wonderful, so full, bountiful with Life, not an empty place at all – but rich, and full and bountiful – and all that Life includes – and It does indeed include it All. — Sandy Jones