Secrets Dispelled

The fundamentalists must have hated him, yet he used to fill the Carnegie Hall to the brim. 2,804 seats plus standing room. It was a start. Then came his books. His name was Emmet Fox. A man I admired for many years once said that wisdom is a perfect balance between knowledge and love. He considered these two as an amalgam that keeps the world together. Or so it seemed to me.

Emmet Fox was teaching us who we really are. Now he’s dead. Luckily, knowledge is omnipresent. Even the most paltry atom knows how to behave, how to act, which way to spin, how to hold on to its electrons. That’s a lot of functions, more than most people perform consciously at the same time.

No matter. They say we have evolution on our side. So they say. Actually we don’t, though scientists would never agree. Yet, whenever nature attempts to upset the status quo with most innocuous innovation, all established seats of power rise up in defense. They all, yes, all of them, want to confine evolution to whatever we, men, or better said, they—the scientists, say is the right change, the right direction to advance.

They, my friends, are wrong.

No weapon of mass destruction advances evolution.

No political system advanced us on the evolutionary path. There was hope for democracy until we saw the behaviour of both, the lower (the house of reps.) and the upper houses (the Senate) of the USA in recent years.

Likewise, no religion took us a step closer to becoming better people—some individuals, perhaps, but certainly not as a species.  Killing from 30,000 feet up in the air, suicide bombers, and priestly shenanigans with under-aged boys are living proof of this.

Furthermore, everything that advances our civilization seems to be in direct opposition to the advance of our culture. Look at any art form and compare it to the Renaissance. Barring exceptions, it’s pitiful.

We must choose. Either we shall continue to become more materially dependent on technological gismos of the very, very rich providers, or we shall turn the page and ask ourselves three little words.

Who am I?

And then we might attempt to define ourselves not by what we own, or whom we know, or what we can do, or how much money we make or have, or how many enemies we killed for the glory of “democracy”, not even how much power we wield—but who we really are.

Then, and only then, there is a chance to reverse the trend of devolution. Look around you. There is still time for the few. For the masses I lost hope. Perhaps you can reverse the trend at least for yourself. The book below might help. It dispels DELUSIONS. Believe me, there are many. More than most of us can handle.