He Is Dreaming Now

The Bible begins, for as man is concerned, and the Lord God calls the great deep sleep to fall upon man, and he slept. and then the Lord God formed woman out of man and then he told man that he must leave everything and leave to his wife until they become one one body one spirit just one that is the beginning of our story In Lewis Carroll's book, Alice to the Looking -Glass, all these great writers take the same theme. All the great poets, they do it. And here we find this one little, well, a little dialogue. Come and look at him. The brothers cried. and they each took one hand of Alice and led her up to where the king was sleeping.

He is dreaming now said Tweedledee and what do you think he is dreaming about? Alice said no one can guess that why about you said Fiddleby triumphantly and if he left off dreaming about you where do you suppose you would be where would you be when you are the creation of the king who was dreaming. If he dared to leave off dreaming about you until he completed his purpose. For the Lord God has sworn, as I have planned, so shall it be. And as I have purposed, so shall it stand. And my will will not turn back until I have executed and accomplished the intents of my mind. In the latter days you will understand it clearly.

What is his purpose? He has made known unto us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time. So what is this plan? What is this purpose? His plan, he is so in love with his creation that exists only for him and not for itself. like an author. The play and all the characters, they exist only for the author. They have no existence outside of the author. But he so loves his creation. He wants the creation to exist for itself. And there is only one way that it can exist for itself. For now it only is an animated body. The whole vast creation.

And he desires that it cease to be the poem existing only for himself, but to exist for itself. And there's only one day and one way that he can do it. He can do it only by dying and becoming his poem. Only as he dies and becomes you, will you live for yourself. self. So unless I die, said he, thou canst not live. But if I die, I shall arise again, and thou with me. So God died. Actually died and becomes his poem. He becomes you. And now you must dream the dream of death as he dreams it. The poets speak of it as the dream of life. I rather go with Blake and say, By emanation, yet my wife, Till the sleep of death is over.

Shelley calls it the dream of life. He has awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who lost in stormy visions, He with phantoms and unprofitable sight. But I will go with Blake. They're all great, for this is the dream of death. For everything comes into being, it appears, it waxes, it wanes, and it vanishes. When the dream is over, man individually will awake. And when he awakes, he is the dreamer that is God the creator. Now think of Alice and put yourself in the place of Alice. Alice through the looking glass the most fantastic play and you're Alice and he's telling you what he's going to do well you're weak because he's going to die that you may live you don't want that sacrifice but he tells you unless I die thou canst not live then he makes you a promise but if I die I shall arise again him and thou with me.

He makes that promise. Well, how will Alice know that this gift of God to herself, the great king, who is dreaming, is complete? He tells Alice that he has a son, a glorious son, a youth just like Alice. He's not more than a teenager, 12, 13. Very fair, beautiful eyes, and beyond a measure of beauty. That's his son. Then he tells Alice that you are going to have a son. And Alice tells him, well, how can this be, seeing that I know not a man? I know no man. Then he tells her, the Holy Spirit will overshadow him and the son to be born of you will be called holy, the son of God, his name will be David.

He tells Alice it will be David, and now he will continue the dream, and so he continues the dream with Alice fearing with Alice all the horrors of the world; he puts her through all the furnaces, because he has to if he is going to bear his name. I have cried, you in the furnaces of a victim for my own sake, for my own sake I do it; for how did my name be profaned? My glory I will not give to another. So he takes Alice through all the horrors of the world, and then in the end, instead of thinking of Alice, he thinks from Alice. I can think of you forever and forever, and you are but scattered within my mind— flat surfaces depicting that which I would like you to be— but you are not that which I would like you to be, until I die and live in you and turn you into a reality.

How different the cubic reality is from the dimension, that is, the flat surface that we picture. So, Alice is simply within the imagination of the divine imagination. Only a flat surface, moving because he observed. He animates her by being aware of her. But he so loves her, he will not let her go. He leaves everything and cleaves to Alice until he enters Alice and dwells within her and thinks from Alice instead of thinking of Alice. And then one day he awakes within Alice and Alice discovers he is the king that was dreaming, and then he brings confirmation of his gift and his promise to her. But one day there is an explosion within Alice and Alice sees standing before her this youth that he described, which was a boy, a handsome boy with beautiful eyes, ruddy and fair of skin, and he stands before Alice and calls Alice, my father.

And Alice doesn't feel strange about it, although she's Alice, a girl, he doesn't feel strange that he is the parent of this wonderful son who is the king's son. And the king had told her in the beginning, that's how I will prove to you that I will die and rise in you. I will give you myself, and the only way I could ever give you myself is to give you my most precious possession. And my most priceless possession is my son, David. One day when I take you through all the trials of the world and prepare you to receive me, prepare you to receive my glory, for I cannot give it to another. I shall bring you into a state where I can give you myself.

And so one day he gives. Alice himself. And then the son appears and calls Alice my father. And then and only then does Alice know that he is the king who was dreaming. And he was dreaming of Alice. And had he broken that spell before he completed his purpose, there would be no more Alice. It would have vanished as though it never were. But he swore in the beginning and the Lord God swore that he would not break it until he had completed his purpose so the will of the Lord will not turn back until he has executed and accomplished the intent of his mind in the latter days you will understand it perfect for as I have sworn so shall it be and as I have purpose so shall it stand I am only quoting scripture.

You have a good concordance, you'll find every quote I've made tonight is from scripture. Those who do not have it, my last is from Isaiah, the 14th chapter. As I have sworn, so shall it be. As I have purposed, so shall it stand. My will shall not turn back until until I have executed and accomplished the intents of my mind. In the latter days you will understand it perfectly. That is from Jeremiah, the 23rd. All these are simply quotations. You're told, search the scriptures, for in them you think you have eternal life. Well, search the poets too, for they are men of vision, and they made every effort to tell it in their own wonderful way.

For as Tennyson says, truth embodied in a tale shall enter in at lowly doors. So you take your vision and make every effort based upon your talent to put it into the form of a story. That man accepting the story will find it moving slowly into his own being. And it becomes a man. So hear the story of the king who is dreaming. and he's dreaming the most glorious play in the world. Yes, it's a horrible play. Listen to the radio tonight or TV tonight or the More Mornings paper and see the horrors all over the world. Brother against brother, the whole thing is in conflict and yet it is serving a divine purpose. Don't you lose the vision.

Don't get lost in the play. You remain faithful to the promise Unless I die, thou canst not live But if I die, I shall arise again And thou with me Wouldst thou love one who never died for thee Or ever die for one who had not died for thee And if God dieth not for man And giveth not himself eternally for man Man could not exist this. So God died. And God's death is simply to cease thinking of you and to think from, to occupy you, just as you occupy a house and think from it into your home. So within you now, God dwells. He died for you. His name is I Am. That's his name forever and forever.

ever. He has no other name, just I am. He is your redeemer, turning you from a moving, animated body into a life -giving spirit. And one day back in 54, I heard these words. Now you will find it difficult to grasp them, but they have stayed with me since the vision. The vision was aureole. I hear a voice speaking. You do not move in waking any more than you move on your bed in sleep. It is all a movement of mind. The intensity is determined by the strength of the vortex you create. It is just like a whirlwind with a center of perfect stillness. You only believe that you move when you wait as you think you move into.

Where is God moving? Saves the imagination. Where on earth is he moving? Where is he all? There's no place where God is not. So where is he moving? It's only a movement in mind. And the whole vast world moves because God moves within himself. We are but animated bodies. And he doesn't want the poem to exist only for him. He wants the poem to exist for itself. So here he dwells now in man. And man thinks he is moving. I came here tonight in my friend's car. I trust we'll go back tonight. And I will think, well, I move. I move from my home to here. I move from here to my home. And yet the voice that never has deceived me tells me I do not live in waking any more than I move on my bed in sleep.

It's all a movement of mind. Then he tells me it's like a whirlwind with a center of perfect stillness. And the intensity is determined by the vortex that I create. That I only believe that I move when I wake. that I think I move when I sleep. Well, I know I do not move during the night, save to move from one side to the other in bed. Wednesday morning as I awoke at two in the morning, I was having the most delightful time. And here the whole thing was as clear as crystal. I met my wife in 1936. I fell in love with her the very moment I saw. She didn't with me, but she didn't know that she was going to be my wife.

I knew it that very moment. I just knew it. I said, you don't know it, but you're going to be my wife. We were oh so far apart. She came from a family in this country that was socially prominent, and they lived in that world. and I had no social, intellectual, financial or any other background that to return he said well I so he has this none of those things but I still do I had he was going to my wife so Wednesday morning as I woke up two in the morning I was having the most marvelous game with myself my daughter was born in 1942 1942. I met her mother in 1936. Here now, it is up to date.

It's 1970. This is the time of the Legion. And here is my daughter. She is what her age is now. She almost will be 28. She knows that I am in love with this young lady who is 29. She heartily disapproves. I tell her that's your mother. She doesn't know her mother when her mother was 29. And I knew all these were states. You ask me why we go through hell in this world to acquire a keyboard on which we will play tomorrow. Today seems like a chromatic scale. one note after the other leading up to a huge keyboard. Tomorrow, you will take two events widely separated in time and fight them together, and they will sound differently from the individual note when you encompass it, the individual experience.

Then you will be able to move your mind into a larger focus and split it as you would your fingers on a piano and hit not two events widely separated in time, but hit five, hit ten. And you will take this fabulous keyboard of 6 ,000 years acquiring notes and you will play the most fantastic creation in the world. So here I took my daughter and I was having fun with her. And I'm having the most glorious romance with her mother which he didn't know the romance the mother was 29. I was excited as I was when I was young and in love with her when he was 29. My daughter at 27 knows nothing of that mother and she denies it.

I said she's your mother. He doesn't know that at all. He said no, entirely different; that came years later, and then I took the ships; I went to sea, did all these things as I took my wife so often across the Caribbean on ships; we have flown several times, but many a time we took the ships, and all these things, and I'm playing them all together, having the most fantastic thing, knowing that each one was a state in itself. I'm not related to anything unless I choose to relate it. I could take all these states and I played the most creative part. I was creating the most wonderful drama, using only the experiences from the day I met my wife in 1936 up to the present moment, and I was playing the most fantastic thing, bringing in all kinds of suspicions from my daughter and her father falling in love with this young girl, and I was enjoying every moment of it.

She didn't know it. She was only a state in my world. And my wife, through all these years that she's been my wife, is only a state, individual state, one after the other. That every moment of my life, I am acquiring a new note on this fabulous keyboard on which I will play tomorrow. When I completely leave this garment, and life within me, I will animate the entirety. And will I then create out of that fabulous thing an Alice? That I will so fall in love with something coming out of that fabulous keyboard that I too will do for Alice what he did for me? I will say then to that that comes out of my creative power: Unless I die thou canst not live.

But if I die, I shall arise again, and thou with me. Wouldst thou love one who never died for thee? Or ever die for one who had not died for thee? And unless God dies for man, and gives himself eternally for man, men could not agree. So God died. So you and I are creating now. Or rather, we are gathering together through our horrible and lovely print for joy and woe are woven by a garment for the soul divine. So we are gathering together a fabulous keyboard on which we will play tomorrow, moral and produce that perfect one with whom we will fall in love. I've told you in the very beginning of Genesis that out of him came Eve.

And then he had to leave everything, his father, his mother, everything and cleave to his wife until they became one. For you will create your wife out of what you will play from the keyboard that you are now acquiring. And you will bring forth your Eve's clues. And you will so fall in love with that that you do not wish her to exist only for you. Within the poem, you want her to exist for herself. And there's no way you can make her exist for herself unless you give yourself to her, so you die. You give up everything that you are for creative power, and your wisdom and take the weakness and the limitations of the one that you brought forth out of your own being.

My emanation, yet my wife, till the sleep of death is past. And then you will understand what all these poets have been trying over and over again to tell us. Take the one of Emily Brontë. You've seen the picture and maybe you read the book Wuthering Heights. First time I saw Olivia was in that picture. There's a character in it called Kathy. I have dreamed in my life says Kathy dreams that have stayed with me ever after and changed my ideas. They've gone through and through me like wine through water and altered the color of my mind. These are the very words of Emily Brontë. He wrote it. There was no capital saved in her imagination.

It's all in Emily Brontë.

I can say with Brontë the same thing happened to me. So how could I ever be what I was? after the vision. When the vision is more real than you are here now, far more real, more alive. So, from vision to vision, I have been compared to change. While formerly I believed, I could no longer accept the theories of men. They all sit down and write their theories. Karl Marx writes his theories. It's a little theory. It ticked the world, yes. but it doesn't mean it's truth. And so another one writes another theory, another theory. And so you have all kinds of theories in the world. But then my vision, completely turned and completely over, has nothing to do with vision, with the reality of life. Has nothing to do with it. Even though there seem to shake the entire world. Certain shakes the world. You remain faithful to the vision.

If they haven't come, they'll come. they come at the end of time in the end you will understand it clearly in the end in the beginning seems you must go here and go there and go elsewhere to acquire all kinds of knowledge to eat it as much as you want, the tree of knowledge of good at eating in the end you will eat from the tree of life and you'll know what it really is it's all with Enoch God became as I am that I may be as he is because he fell in love with his creation.

I was part of his poem that existed only for God, and he so loved me the character in his poem that he wanted to give me independence and freedom. I only existed for him as an animated body to move and do as he will, and independence means that I can do as I will. To do that, he has to give me himself because he has life in himself. Now he wants to give his son life in himself. To do that, he has to give me himself and he is a father. And being the father, he has to now give me his son and it isn't ever. He has an eternal son that he shares with the characters of his poems, making all the characters himself. For he is a protean being, playing all the parts. And so having given me himself, and he is a father, he must now give me his son. And his son stands before me and calls me father. And then I know that I am the king who was dreaming.

So come and let us go and look at him, said the buffet. Oh, he's reaming now, and I wonder what he's reaming about. But no one could know that. Why about you? said Fridolin. And if he stopped off for one moment, if he left off reaming about you, where do you think you would be? But he will not leave off dreaming about you until his will has been accomplished. for I will not turn back until I execute it and accomplish the intent of my mind. Read it carefully. In the greatest book in the world, the Bible, let all the others speculate and carry on with all their nonsense. Today's great theory that may even prove itself in performance will be disproved tomorrow by some modification of that theory.

even though it proves itself it will be modified to more you can't modify the vision of God; it is forever. You'll never modify it; you'll never meet a son called David plus or David minus. He is David, and there is no other son. You aren't going to find him called by any other name; there is no other way to the awakening as God the Father, no other way, so there's only one way, and no other way. So let them all speculate, and let them run around trying to find another way to the Father. Someone comes to town with a huge balloon of advertising, and they all rush to hear what he has to say, and they get nothing but nonsense and an empty pocketbook, and then they come back and wonder why hasn't happened to me, and you remain silent.

Or you know exactly what they've been doing; they've been running around from post to post, and wonder why it hasn't happened to be. And that's all over the scriptures. So I tell you: He is green now, and he's dreaming about you, and and he will not break the dream. No one can arouse him until he completes his intention. His intention is to give himself to you. As though there were no other in the world. Just you and God. And eventually, only you. For you will be God. There is nothing in the world but that. And then, having acquired this fabulous keyboard of experience, oh, will you play. You will play beautifully, and bring forth one that so captures you that you want to give your emanations, your own life, to make your emanations exist within herself, and not just for you as the poem exists for the poet.

And you too will lay your life down in her and cleave to her until you become one. Now you dwell upon it. And let no one divert you. Oh, they can give you a thousand and one arguments. It makes no difference. After you've had a vision, you are led by the vision, and you remain faithful to the vision. It would make no difference at all to you, although the world, convulsive as it is today, carrying signs this way and signs that way, and all brother against brother. As you've seen in the papers, don't think for one moment it's all in one direction. The country is completely divided. The focal minority seems to be the majority.

It's not the majority. On Wall Street today, a bunch of workers, construction workers with their helmets on and they are protesting, not any war in Vietnam, protesting their pay. They want a raise in pay because they've been blatant. And then groups of these war protesters came by on Wall Street and these fellows with their helmets and strong stopping men that became so incensed, they jumped upon these fellows and beat them them unmercifully, then unfurled the American flag, eight or ten flags, and retired saying impeach the mayor, Lindsay, and walk with their American flags towards City Hall. So they're not all protesting in one direction. There are numbered ideas of the world, and men live by their ideas.

Let no one think by tomorrow morning's paper, depending upon the cut of the paper, how they're going to cut the news, for they all do it. They cut it based upon what the policy of the editorial setup is at the moment. But they do not know the world's picture. But you forget all that nonsense. And you go about on this vision. God actually begins that you may become God. You dwell upon that and let the whole thing go past you. That is the story of Scripture. Scripture is the story of every great imaginative writer in the world, and all the truly great poets. They took the same theme from Scripture, based upon their vision, and they tried to the best of their ability to tell it.

Knowing, as Tennyson used, that truth embodied in a tale shall enter in at lowly doors. So you can tell it, and the lowly door will accept it in a most literal form. and they will live by it. They will simply cushion or blow and eventually that truth will erupt in its true form within them and they will see the truth of what was intended in the story. So you are the alley of looking through the alley, through the looking glass. And you were taken to see the king and you were sung to sleep dream and you thought that no one knew what he was dreaming about. But one of the angels did. He's called Tweedledee.

A nut. Tweedledee and Tweedledum. And the Mad Hatter, they're all nuts. Well, those in the angelic world would appear nuts to the rational mind in this world. For the rational mind is going to live longer. And the only one who gets richer by the advice given by one who is talking about living longer is the one who talks about it. So you buy something because of highly publicized TV promotion. Someone highly publicized a little, what is called, liquid plumber. And so I had some moment in my bathroom where the sink was all softened. So I got the liquid plumber, poured it in in abundance they said it's heavier than water it'll go all the way down and just eat up everything that is organic will not hurt anything that is not organic so I poured it in water still remained it didn't go down called the plumber the next day he couldn't come that day but he would come the next day so it was 48 hours so when he came the entire thing was eaten away by the liquid plumber.

So I asked him, does this thing work? He said it does for two people. The one who manufactures it and the one who sells it. They're the only ones who profit by the liquid plumber. And so you turned on the TV and you saw it and you bought it. It is still on TV. And I am sinning because to sin by silence when I should protest makes cowards of us all. But I haven't protested to the patient that advertises this nonsense, and I haven't protested to the one, the place where I got it, or to anyone who manufactured it. So I am the silent sinner. Multiply me because of my embarrassment. Here is a thing completely eaten out by liquid plumber.

So that is the world in which we live. And so that same thing goes for selling any other product. And that product could be how to get rich. A man, a friend of mine died two years ago. I went to his funeral. He left behind him unsold organs, but he sold many of them. "How to Live Forever" — that was the title of his book. But he knew that he couldn't catch up with him because whenever he died, no one could question him. Perfectly alright. Another one tells you how to become a millionaire overnight, and so he will sell it to the gullible. So he makes his little money, and he still leaves the book.

And he goes from one little place to the other selling his little nonsense. That's the world over. You go back to the book of books that will not change. It's the Bible. It's not history. It's not secular history. This is revelation from beginning to end. It has nothing to do with secular history. All these characters are eternal states of consciousness. And you will meet them, and when you enter into that state they become animated because of your entrance. You are the animating power of everything in the world.

Now you are acquiring a keyboard, and you think of that chromatic scale and suppose you could only play in one direction or notness beyond measure. It's all you could do, and then one day you discover you don't have to go on this way forever. You can jump, or you can go back in time. And your fingers can split. And you can hit two notes together. Sounds like the devil, but you learn to still hit another one that sounds harmonious. And one day you become so proficient, you hear a note, and though it's a discord, you learn how to resolve it. You can produce it, bring it into a dissonance. And you become the most expert on this keyboard.

Now think of life. Six thousand years of experiences building a keyboard. And each note is simply an experience in life. And you take all these experiences, and you are the artist now. And what you bring out of that fabulous keyboard, and then you bring it out, and you want it to exist for itself, and not only for you. So instead of playing on it forever, and having all these things come out, these glorious things existing only for you and not for themselves, you do the same thing that God did for you. So unless I die, thou canst not live. But if I die, I shall arise again and thou with me. And you give yourself to your own creation that it may exist for itself and not only for you.

Now let us go into the silence. Are there any questions, please? A woman has awakened and she's left the darkness on the earth. And she's returned home. What does she do? What does she do? She creates, my dear, and contemplates this world of death. As Blake said it so beautifully. "Those in great eternity who contemplate on death. Said thus: What seems to be is to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most grateful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torment, despair, and eternal death. But divine mercy steps beyond and redeems man in the body of Jesus." They are part of the brotherhood, the redeemed body.

And contemplate this world. Letting it be to those who want it to be. Tonight, a man who has a billion dollars, oh, he can think for one moment. He wouldn't for one moment think of death. He doesn't want to die. He wants to live here forever. Though the body gets older and older and weaker and weaker, he wants to live here forever with his billion dollars. He knows he has to leave it behind. and he's breaking his brains not to and wondering how to protect it in the right channel and he builds himself portraits of himself all these glamorous portraits compare the original to the portrait and well you'd think that you thought these two are the same but he has to have that for posterity he builds himself like Stalin Tallinn had thousands and thousands, and Hitler had thousands and thousands of statues of himself.

They renamed the rivers. They renamed the city. Tallinngrad. Now it's Volgobrad. He wasn't yet cold. When they renamed it for him. And all the rivers are renamed, and the fellas put their little things around the heads and broke the statues and smashed them. He never thought that would ever happen. There's a fella here in Santa Domingo. because he did the same thing too, to heal. That little tiny island sat you all over to heal. He only stole about a billion out of a small island and built up his own little reputation. So they all do it. They all do it. And people are still carried away with these stupid little leaders who pick themselves up and like sheep, they'll follow anything.

You know, if you took a sheep as the leader at sea, and took the leader and threw the leader overboard all the sheep would fall and jump overboard that's a fact that is a fact take the leader of the sheep the bell one throw him overboard all the sheep would run and jump overboard that's what man does just like you but they don't know it stop being the sheep and stop stop following and following just because it's a popular thing to do, and begin to simply dwell upon the eternal stories and hope it will take place in you. Any other questions, please? You said keyboards are analogies to what you're doing, the police, here? Why, certainly, my dear.

Every moment in time is a note. it's an experience and it is caught in eternity you may not remember the entire day and all the little sequences of the day but they're not lost if you gave your time to it you'll bring it back there's a little practice of getting into bed and thinking of the day in reverse order it's a very good way to go to sleep may I tell you because the mind tires so quick if you take it in reverse reverse. And by the time you get to just start to undress, if you take all the details, you're sunk to sleep. Man thinks he'll go all through the day. He goes through by jumping from cleaning his teeth to dinner.

There's quite an interval between dinner and cleaning your teeth. You took all the little details and they're all individual notes on the keyboard. Before you go, just a matter of moments, the mind tires and off the day to go off to sleep in the morning we get up we jump up wash our face and get ready for the day and how many record the individual incidents of the day.