Theos-Talk Archives (September 2002 Message tt00053)

Two towers (out of seven) , the invincible towers , the anassailable towers , 
the immortal towers. 
(what is he talking about?)
The first tower , "No one of you is a believer until he desires for his 
brother that which he desires for himself"
The second tower , "All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, 
do ye even so to them"
The Landlord of those towers says "By staying here you will find that My rule 
is mild and my yoke is light"
The tenants are Love and Compassion.
To sign a contract to stay in one of those towers one must incorporate into 
one's being the same unassailable resolve without which the time to move in 
looms ever further away.
Are those towers part of the REAL?
What bonds are supported in those pillars?
No junk bonds here.
They say that those that live in those towers are rarely seen outside of them.
Yet we have seen one or two on occasion , we think.
Murmers of , Mohammed , Christ , Buddha, are , perhaps , on the top floors.
Rumors , i suppose, who can say for sure unless one actually signs up to get 
into those towers.
Where is my resolve?
How intense should it be?
Can i get in right away?
Wow, those towers are bright.
Everytime i look at them i feel so....... so joyful. Is that the word? 
Joyful?
At peace , perhaps, bliss , maybe?
It has been said they have been standing there forever.
Why couldn't i see them before? i wondered.
A voice speaks and says ," You couldn't see because of miserable aims that 
end with self, but in pain you were and
"In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars", 
you came to that mild persistence that urges men's search 
To vaster issues. "
And so.... now you are more aware , aren't you?
I think i WILL resolve.
"Seek to render gentle service to all that lives" floated above me in a 
musical swirl.
I can.... I will..., i said.
Is it enough?

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And in diffusion ever more intense! 
So shall I join the choir invisible 
Whose music is the gladness of the world. 

GEORGE ELIOT