Some say that Through the Universe Itself There Flows…

A traveler, several thousand years ago, is faring north through the desert. He stops at a murky well to water his camels, where a stranger tells him of an enormous source of water just two hundred miles to the west–it’s a great river that will later be called The Nile. The traveler decides the man is a liar or just a madman. “I’ll show you,” the stranger says. “Come with me.” “No, no, there’s nothing there.” The stranger does not blame the first traveler for his skepticism. Many falsehoods are told. But he knows that river is there–he has been there…

Some say that through the universe itself there flows a river. The river flows down to us, much dispersed when it gets to us, but still fluid and restorative. It’s the river of external consciousness; the consciousness that flows, hidden away, in the substance of the universe itself. Some gave it absurd names, made it a god. But it’s simply a river of consciousness. It is not supernatural…

A river is a resource. It has a current that can turn wheels; it is liquid refreshment; its banks are fertile from floods, and you can grow nourishment there. But a river won’t come to you. You have to go to it. You have to head toward it. A few people have left directions…

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