Article by Alex Gordon

The brave new world that is coming

What may people fail to realise is that their whole existence, through lifetime after lifetime, has been an examination presided over by the Universe. Each lifetime has been a privilege, not a right. Every birth, every breath, every movement, observation, action, choice, everything seen and heard, felt, touched, enjoyed, all of these things have been privileges, not rights.

Soon it will be end of days for the old patriarchal age, as evil surely dies. The frequency of the air will rise and it will define the ‘pass mark’ for us all which will decide whether the sum total of all our individual existences have been of benefit to the world, or to the detriment of the world. Put simply, whatever we have enhanced will be counted, and from this whatever we have harmed will be taken away, and if we have harmed more than we have enhanced then we will be deemed a liability and thrown back into basic matter. There would be no point in us being born again because the frequency of the air would be too high for us to breathe.

If we have enhanced more than we have harmed then we will have the chance to enter the paradise of taking part in the brave new world, which is coming quickly.

This article is about what is precious and what isn’t, and having the wisdom to know the difference.

There is an old African folk tale. A man dwells in a hut, and every night the star people come down to earth to play, and he watches them. One of the star people is a beautiful woman, with whom he falls in love, and so, one night his passions overwhelm him, and he runs from his hut and holds on to her, beseeching her to be his wife.

To his delight, she agrees, but she has one condition. She brings a small box with her into the hut and places it on the floor and tells him that he must never look inside the box.

They live happily for many years, and then one morning he wakes up in a bad mood. He is conceited and arrogant and full of his own importance, and he notices the box, lying in a corner and says to himself ‘stupid box, stupid conditions, I am the master here and I will do as I please’, and he opens the box.

Instantly she appears beside him, and she cries, and he cries too at his own foolishness for they both know that now she must return to the stars. She places her arms around him, and whispers, ‘it is not because you broke your word and looked inside the box that I have to go back; it’s because you cannot see anything inside it.’

If you can understand this story, then almost certainly you will have passed all the evolutionary tests. If you don’t understand, and ask, ‘well, what was inside it!’, then I will tell you.

Memories were inside it, beautiful memories. Dreams and hopes, wishes, love, beauty and all the treasure that only the soul possesses. All powerful beyond words, and as real as the wind on one’s face, yet totally invisible.

Each and every one of us has a little box deep inside our heart and our soul. What it contains is unutterably private and sacred and precious, rarely if ever, to be spoken about or disclosed to another living soul. What makes the difference between something being precious, or not, is simply to ask oneself, does it lie within my little box, or outside, for all to see, if they so choose.

Pity to those who’s box is empty, truly empty, devoid of even one beautiful memory or kindly moment, because you see, what is in the innermost chambers of our souls is all we have, and all we are, and it is all that we can take with us when we die. If we die, and can take nothing with us, then we have no ticket, nothing with which to pay our passage into the future, and what will we say to those who deal with us when we die, when they see that we have nothing, and therefore that we are nothing? What will they do with nothing? One cannot reincarnate nothing, or allow nothing back onto the Earth with any sense of hope or optimism.

To have nothing in this way, is to have failed.

Having a university degree, or a large house, or an expensive car, or being clever and witty may be quite commendable, but they are not things we would wish to put in our little box. They are not formed of feelings and they do not form the quality of our soul.

Place your hand over your heart and feel it beating. It is marking time. You may be reading this in the evening, in which case, night will come, and then morning, please, never assume that you have a tomorrow. I hope and pray that you have, but not one of us knows when the clock will stop. Do not let it stop with nothing inside your soul.

Create something beautiful now. It need not be grand or huge, so long as it is beautiful. Opportunities are all around you. If we are hurting people, if you are doing bad things, if your soul is dark, then stop destroying yourself. Stop doing these things, now, this second, in this heartbeat, for that is something good, and then work towards changing yourself for the better. Then, do not allow those who are stubbornly determined to be cruel, or lazy or bad; to draw you back into their own personal hells.

Don’t whine and complain that you’ve had a hard life or a hard time, for everyone has a sad tale to tell. Everyone has experienced pain and regret and sadness, and you are no exception. Remember that the Universe accepts no excuses. Begin to put beautiful things into that small box, and you will feel good, and then gradually, you will feel safe. Your fears will melt away, because deep down you do bad things because you’re frightened.

Look outside of yourself, for there lies the opportunities you need to do something. No one judges us. We judge ourselves by the content of our souls.

I wish you all well. From the bottom of my heart and my soul.