Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Dear Mr. President:
I watched your address to the UN
yesterday. It was brilliant, powerful and full of Truth. I am not sure about
how such missives get created, but the energy which it carried came from you
and through your equipment.
It was real. It dealt with causes,
the energies behind the events which are generating the chaos on the dense
physical plane. Just as good can come only from good, malice and violence can
come only from malice and violence is a message that needs frequent repeating.
You were teaching in that talk.
You were making some very complex things clear. The simplicity and power of the
simple relationships you made between the effects of hysteria and hate and the
recognition of our general humanity, inclusive understanding and negotiation cut
through the layers of sophistry being woven by the generators of chaos.
I found myself wishing that you
could deliver this kind of message to the nation. I think it would do vastly more
for getting yourself and others of like mind and heart elected than many of the
"ads" being used. Surly it would be worth money to do a few of these
kinds of things on general television. As you pointed out, Good can come only
from Good.
I am not sure everyone will be
able to make the intellectual connection between free speech and all of our
comings and goings: the way we dress, how we identify ourselves, our spiritual preferences,
in what we support and believe. We are what we do and what we do is speak with
many tongues. But the message works on levels of comprehension that are not related
that much to the intellect. The Heart will hear that message, and the heart
will vote.
I was wondering if you had ever
encountered the following:
As Kingfishers Catch Fire
As king fishers
catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves -- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is --
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves -- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: that keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is --
Christ. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
loving
us
-tom
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