Never Forget the Destination, the One | Steve Beckow

Sunset

by Steve Beckow, September 1, 2020

I was recovering from three days spent re-experiencing humiliation (1) and I lay on the couch and asked Michael: What was the most important thing for me to know after all that? What would ground me? Inspire me? Show me where to go next?

And I lay there. And eventually the words formed in my mind: Never forget the destination, the One.

It was followed by a jerking of my arm, which Michael and I have agreed is his sign for “Yes!” or “Pay attention!” The total effect was impactful.

But to get why it was, you have to remember the vision I had in 1987. It was all about the destination. (2)

In it, a golden star (the Christ, the Atman) was born from a Golden Sun (the Father, Parabrahman, the One), then sojourned in a cloud of materiality (matter, mater, Mother, Shakti, Holy Spirit), before racing back to merge with the Father, the One, the destination, again.

So my vision was all about reaching the destination. It turns out there is no destination, no one to get to, etc. But that point is reached much farther down the road.

For me, in my everyday consciousness and to get to the next level rather than all the way, having a destination works fine.

I sit here nightly, gazing into the setting Sun because it resembles the One in my vision, the destination. And I imagine that I’m that golden star in my vision, longing to return Home again.

So that’s the background to why that sentence was so impactful for me.

If I remember the Father, the destination, the One, I automatically begin to think such thoughts as, what is the Father like?

And I get back the thoughts, peaceful, blissful, compassionate.

More thoughts tumble out: How did the One create the Mother? How did the Mother create the world? For what purpose? My attention is focused on the destination.

I think that the path ahead, if it leads to the Father, must get better and better between here and there. The trend seems to be towards that, not towards worse and worse. All the reports from pilgrims returning from the farther heights tell us it gets ever more wonderful. Franklin Merrell-Wolff, for instance.

“Truly, within the Infinite there are Mysteries within Mysteries, Deeps beyond Deeps, Grandeurs beyond Grandeurs. … Mystery of Mysteries, reaching inward and outward, but ever Beyond! And from that Beyond ever there come new whisperings of other imponderable Glories. Ah! How little is this world at the beginning of the Trail, barely a point in a Space of unlimited dimensions!” (3)

In the face of these reports, I brighten up. I feel more optimistic, more confident.

If the energy of love rises on the planet, I cannot see how the energy of oneness would not rise along with it. When one feels love, all one wants to do is share it.

Never forget the destination, the One. That is so fertile a statement for me. Definitely a mantra.

I’ll never forget the destination, the One. I’ll become more and more like the One day by day until final mergence comes.

A profound thank you to my guides.

Footnotes

(1) See “A Lifetime’s Humiliation Coming Up,” August 31, 2020, at https://goldenageofgaia.com/?p=313063

(2) That’s a thumbnail. I left out the enlightenment experiences. See “The Purpose of Life is Enlightenment – Ch. 13 – Epilogue,” August 13, 2011, at https://goldenageofgaia.com/2011/08/13/the-purpose-of-life-is-enlightenment-ch-13-epilogue/

(3) Franklin Merrell-Wolff, Pathways Through to Space. A Personal Record of Transformation in Consciousness. New York: Julian Press, 1973, 115. See also The Philosophy of Consciousness without an Object. Reflections on the Nature of Transcendental Consciousness. New York: Julian Press, 1973.

Source: Golden Age of Gaia