This article arrived in my email this week and struck such a deep chord that I wanted to share it. Many of the psychics and mediums on our team have found Wilde’s work offered great guidance and this article is very special. Stuart’s latest book is called God’s Gladiators. For availability click here.
The New Dignity
by Stuart Wilde www.stuartwilde.com
In a world that is degrading in its moral standards, decency, and in the treatment of others, we seek to discover a new dignity, not a pomposity, or a grand, vain glorious stance, but a silent composure that speaks of one that is well-versed in his or her understanding of the eternal Tao and the way energy ebbs and flows; a person who’s life is drawn in the parameters of an unspoken elegance of being.
I spoke in the recent article on the absence of malice on how if one seeks to achieve real composure one has to detach from the insidious nature of the mind that protests every little setback and takes up the cudgel of indignation for every injustice, while simultaneously seeing humanity as inferior beings, steeped in evil. That White Knight syndrome is part of the white shadow I speak of in the Visions event. Your white shadow is hard to see as it looks pure and worthwhile but often it is nothing more than our fake Mr. Nice Guy, Mrs. Trying-To-Be-Perfect, saviour-of-humanity pretence.
We can’t save the world, we don’t have the spiritual purity, and “yes” humanity is often evil and we have to allow that to be as it is. To fight evil is to wrestle in the dimensions where evil exists, locked in there so as to never leave. I have a PhD in tussling with the ghouls, and while it was a useful lesson, in the end you must let them have their world and we’ll keep to the mystical Tao and our world.
To arrive in the transdimensional world of the misty lake of Avalon, you have to be finished with the affairs of man and the struggles of light and dark, blame and recrimination; you have to step instead into the magical world of the Aluna animals that can think and act in magical ways that react to love and soft emotions; animals that work tirelessly to bring about the Renewal that awaits up ahead.
It is a fairytale dimension of mythical beings except it is not a myth, it is real, and it is here right now, in our solid reality for you to stumble upon. Theirs is a real world just as our world is real, and the lake is at a real location, just a mile so up and over the little green hill that stands in the lands behind the pub, and the Camelot arches that are placed in the forests, and in other places (some are in cities), are also real to see. The multi-dimensional celestial world has gradually threaded its way into our world like the fingers of God interlocking with the fingers of our frail human hand, weaving the speckled ambience of the Aluna through our soul.
To arrive implies a journey that anyone can take, like a taxi ride from the railway station, but to understand it properly you have to substitute the words “the same as”instead of the verb to arrive. So to arrive at the Camelot arches you have to be “the same as” the arches. To see a hundred stags from the Aluna shoulder-to-shoulder on the shores of a moonlit lake, you have to be “the same as” a hundred stags with the same silent majesty, the same power and profound dignity and serenity. To see the Lion of Judah face-face-face inches from your nose so you can even feel its breath on your skin, you have to have the same courage and bravery, the same agility, the same endurance as the lion.
With a new dignity you shift your mind from travelling towards where you might want to go and striving endlessly to get there, to becoming instead, “the same as” the place you would like to find yourself in. It is an ambient resonance in your heart not a “residence” that is established by arriving someplace. It is very subtle.
The bearing of decorum and serenity we hope for takes a while to achieve but we have time, and the grace I speak of is an outcropping of a silent, spiritual nobility that seeks little for itself, that is settled and neutral towards all things, towards all matters as they arise; it is the settled heart that so few possess. The human that does not rush about hither and thither, or raise their voice, or act coarsely; he or she that does not need to exert them self in the company of others, they are the one that can listen without speaking that is happy to take the last place, happy to wait through all eternity if needs be. It’s the heart that beats in time with all the collective hearts of multi-dimensional hyper-space, both human and non-human, rather than the solitary human heart that beats only to its desires.
The settled heart spreads out far and wide for it has few needs that it can not provide for itself, so that gives it a selfless decency, an intrinsic width that you could describe as the breadth of the person’s etheric field (its sideways motion) and that width carries it naturally outwards towards the celestial, which you already know follows the same sideways path or direction of the transverse wave of light that is placed at 90° sideways to the normal path of light. The narrow mind installs a constrained, tight energy around a human that travels nowhere, in fact, it attempts to sucks energy from others to sustain itself. To radiate silently is dignified, to pillage is not so.
Certainly, we have to pay rent, raise children, arrive at work on time, but we must learn to do all these things without falling off balance and losing ourselves and our dignity in the struggle; walking slowly and deliberately through life in a calm and centered way with as much grace and dignity as possible, we arrive without moving very far, if at all.
It is undignified to lean into people demanding things, or to struggle to win their affection and acceptance, or to fight to get them to act in certain ways that they are often incapable of doing. Struggling will drag you down. So you smile on them and their weaknesses and you laud their every success while praying for their good fortune and wellbeing. That is why it is important to walk by the banks of the rivers of the Tao as the sages of old would say, and to be sustained and taught by that, and to have all your desires tempered, so in your clarity and simplicity you lack for nothing, as there is nothing much you want.
The dignity I speak of is not hard to achieve but you have to let go. You fought the good fight and you marched under the blood-red banners of your emotions and indignations, and you shunned evil often reacting to it, not realizing perhaps that you were only ever looking at an outer manifestation of yourself and your darkness.
What justice do we really seek? What pleasure will a hollow victory or vengeance over evil really offer? To struggle to be better than the hopelessly weak, or the indolent, or to be more handsome than the gnarly, narcissistic face of humanity, is of no great achievement. Squeaky-clean is irritating, like fingernails grating on a blackboard, and anyway the pretence of it serves no purpose for none of us is spiritually ever much more than various shades of dull grey, and anyway the ‘squeak-squeak’ of squeaky-clean are like hungry mice scurrying along the skirting boards of your sentiments and aspirations, keeping you awake at night judging yourself and worrying.
Let the banner of your protest drop from your blistered hand so you will have two arms free with which to embrace humanity, and allow the new dignity to carry you beyond the world of the mundane, justice and injustice, and the vicissitudes of a poorly understood karma. For in the end the only triumph is to return home, and the animals and the eternal Tao are the points of the compass we use to guide us to the resonance of that safe return, for the Tao is woven into the souls of the animals, and without the souls of animals to guide us one cannot arrive at the celestial for they are the keepers of the kingdom of God.
Sincerely, Stuart © Stuart Wilde 2007
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