If humanity had knowledge of one atom of matter, a thousand mysteries would unfold before their view, although a thousand years of study would not suffice to reveal its marvels. Ordinary human life is full of wonders, and the greatest miracles ever performed can be seen and understood by those whose eyes are open to behold the daily, hourly happenings on Earth called Nature. In truth, this is an activity of God. These are so wonder-full that the human imagination fails to grasp their significance, and yet, in an individual’s inner life, they have the capacity of comprehension. Not all the books ever written, not all the knowledge orally imparted, can give to humanity the wisdom revealed through concentration and meditation upon the secrets of Nature.
The history of so small a thing as a flower seed could not be contained in a library of books. To the Godly Person the book of Nature is open, and even a grain of corn speaks to them, and reveals its past, present, and future. Its present is the result of past flowering, part of its fruitage was made into sustenance, which nourished and became one with many beings of a higher evolution. It was absorbed by them until what was necessary for their growth had been extracted. Then it was given out again through various ways in countless atoms of physical matter to pass and re-pass through millions of other beings, in one unending, ever moving life stream, forming part of numberless forms. All this seen in a grain of corn: the shape, the color, and the characteristics of the plant from which it drew its life, along with its inherent capacity to have a past without beginning and a future without end, all hidden in an eternal present. This is recognized by the inner eye of a Seer in a single minute, while to the outer eye, it is an insignificant grain of corn.
A blade of grass would reveal to the Seer its mysteries, its message of the oneness of life. Common field grass, over which people walk unheeding and unconscious, would reveal that it is part of God’s Life, that it nourishes and becomes one with the cattle who eat it and who pass on the life of their bodies to sustain and nourish human beings.
Nothing is lost, nothing dies, nothing is useless, but everything is changed, moulded and re-moulded. Form after form created, form after form destroyed, until God’s plan for the evolution of a Universe is perfected and complete. This is the real Sacrament, and to each object and being is said: “Take, eat, this is My Body.”[1]
[1] *The Lifted Veil, by Nargis (Narcissus)
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