sunriseMy wife and I have just been informed of the passing away of our beloved teacher. We dedicate this page to all those who wish to share their thoughts and commune in the quiet of the silence he taught us all to cherish. Our thoughts with him, always. 28th December, 2013

Those who have laid the body down merely to extend their helpfulness to those remaining behind are few indeed. And they need helpers who are still in bondage and still asleep, so that by their awakening can God’s Voice be heard.

Teach not that I died in vain. Teach rather that I did not die by demonstrating that I live in you.”

Resources for comfort and understanding:
Article “Timeless Love” on the home page, 20th September, 2013
Article “Timeless Life” on the home page, 14th January, 2013
Recording (MP3 – 15 minutes) of the article “Timeless Life” here.

From Kenneth:
The Golden Thread of Hope (CD)

Other quotes and thoughts:
It is a joke to think that time can come to circumvent eternity, which means there is no time.” (T-27.VIII.6:1-5)
It is a joke to think that bodies can come to circumvent our perfect formlessness…
It’s a joke to think that death can come to circumvent timeless Life…

Kenneth Wapnick, August 2012 Academy: “It’s an insane idea to think we can lose what we love.”

“In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend…I shall not leave you.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
(Kenneth quoted from The Little Prince in his last newsletter)

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep—
He hath awakened from the dream of life—
’Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife
Invulnerable nothings…
He lives, he wakes—’tis Death is dead, not he;
Mourn not for Adonais.—Thou young Dawn,
Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee
The spirit thou lamentest is not gone…

Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead
Thy footsteps to a slope of green access
Where, like an infant’s smile, over the dead
A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
A few lines from the poem, Adonais, by Shelly that Kenneth quoted in his talk, The Light of Laughing Flowers

To me, Kenneth’s is very much a “light of laughing flowers”, reminiscent of the one in these lines from the workbook:
It is here that miracles are laid; to be returned by you from holy instants you receive, through grace in your experience, to all who see the light that lingers in your face. What is the face of Christ but his who went a moment into timelessness, and brought a clear reflection of the unity he felt an instant back to bless the world?

“Relate only with what will never leave you, and what you can never leave. The loneliness of God’s Son is the loneliness of his Father. Refuse not the awareness of your completion, and seek not to restore it to yourself. Fear not to give redemption ovcr to your Redeemer’s Love. He will not fail you, for He comes from One Who cannot fail. Accept your sense of failure as nothing more than a mistake in who you are. For the holy host of God is beyond failure, and nothing that he wills can be denied. You are forever in a relationship so holy that it calls to everyone to escape from loneliness, and join you in your love. And where you are must everyone seek and find you there.”

St Teresa of Avila’s prayer:
Let nothing
disturb thee;
Let nothing
frighten thee
All things are passing;
God is everything.
Patience obtains
all things;
Nothing is wanting
to the one
who possesses God;
God alone suffices
(Many thanks to the anonymous giver of this lovely gift)

From the Gifts of God, Helen Schucman

There is no death. But there is quietness
Beyond the reaches of the world; a peace
Which only life can give. It is the life
That is the gift of God. All conflicts cease
Within this life. It beats in harmony
With all creation, beyond any sound
The world can hear. It sings a different song,
And where it reaches, there is holy ground.
(Excerpt from ‘Good Friday’)

There is an alter that I seek. For there
And only there can certain peace be found.
The light of holiness shines white upon
Its cooling stillness wreathed with lilies round.
Here is the place where those who thought that death
Was lord of life must come, to learn of One
Who seemed to die, that life is lord of death.
(Excerpt from ‘The Place of Resurrection’)

‘Requiem’, p 111, which I’ll simply ask you to take a moment to read from your copy of Helen’s poems.