The Little Glories of Revelation

Sent to Reality Learning Center by R.T.

I want to tell you a story about a young boy I once knew. He was born to a very demanding father - who was a very hard man indeed. This man abused and beat his son, often for no reason, often for things others had done, often because he was just angry. The boy never got his fathers' acceptance or approval, and rarely heard the words 'I love you' from his lips. It got so bad that this poor boy tried to kill himself when he was but eight years old. Being a child he did not know exactly how to do this, and thankfully he failed. But he was so ashamed - it seemed to him only to prove he could do nothing right - that he could never tell this to anyone, not even to his own mother.

Now, this boy had a grand mother, a very devout lover of her heavenly Father. And on the few occasions when the boy got to see her, she would tell the boy about her heavenly Father, and that he was the little boy's Father, as well: and she would try to explain to him that he had a little piece from that Father within him. She told him to listen for a small quiet voice, and to keep his eye on the lamp at his feet.

So the boy began to search inside himself, trying to find this Father his grandmother had told him about. And when he found that place, he went in and stayed there, because it was the only way he had to endure what was being done to him, and because this Father loved and accepted him just as he was.

The boy grew to a young man; and he found that his heart had been hardened on the outside, and that the bright love he had known from his inner father couldn't get out, no matter how hard he tried. He remembered the voice his grandmother had told him about, but he couldn't hear it for all the shouting and yelling going on. Though he thought he saw a light, he could never find the lamp. When he looked up from his feet, all he saw was a darkened mirror in front of him; and what he saw there frightened him, made him angry, and drove him away.

He went through several failed marriages, had children, but every time he needed that bright love from his inner Father to express itself outwardly, he could never do this. So he lost faith, denied god, and gave up hope of ever being whole. His children grew up, and had children of their own. When the first of these were born, he went to the hospital to see her. She was but a few hours old as he held her in his arms for the first time. And an amazing thing happened: as he gently cradled her, and softly called her name, this child of only a few hours opened her eyes and looked at him and smiled. And a crack was made in his heart, and the bright love that'd been trapped inside shot a ray into his mind - and he promised her he would do anything he could to make a better, safer world for her to grow up in. Because he had seen an amazing thing: that the piece of that heavenly Father his grandmother had spoken of had been passed from him through his children to this little baby: and that one smile had begun a healing in him.

This man, now a grandfather, returned to the love of his youth with new resolve to reconcile the differences that had driven him away. But he still couldn't hear the quiet voice for the roaring, the light was still distant, and he saw no lamp anywhere.

Then another grandchild was born for him. A boy with large, dark, knowing eyes. As this child grew, he would sit on his grandfather's lap, quietly content, as if with silent wisdom.

The grandfather searched even harder for a safe place for his little Glories. Because a new thought had occurred to him, and now when he looked into their faces he saw the reflection of other children in the world; children in pain and anguish, being taught to hate, and fear, and kill one and other. He could not bear the thought of seeing the things on his grandchildren's faces he had seen through them. And when these other children began murdering one and other, he could stand it no more, and he lost the fear of death of any kind, because the light of his little Glories' faces had been dimmed to his eyes by the things that he had seen in them. He went back to the mirror, still darkened. And he cursed the god he saw there, and told Satan he would find and destroy him, because he had always been told that the evil in the world was Satan's doing. He went places he was told not to go; he looked at things he was told not to look at; he listened to voices he'd been told not to hear; and ate things he was told not to eat. And then he found that small quiet voice. It had been inside him all along, when he'd been told it was somewhere else. It told him where the lamp was, to keep his eyes on it, and take it to the mirror. When he got there he saw a way inside.

He asked the one with the lamp to take him to where Satan was. He followed the lamp to a garden, where he saw a great and terrible serpent; but with his little Glories' light in his eyes, he threw down and devoured it, and bound it in his heart. Then he asked the one with the lamp to take him to the god that he'd cursed. The lamp took him to a mountain, where the god stood pointing across a lake of fire toward a bottomless pit. He asked the god why he had let all this happen, but it only stood there pointing. It would not answer him. Losing the last vestige of fear, he rushed at the god, wrestled it to the ground, dragged it to the lake, and dove in with it. Then he swam across the burning lake with all the strength he had left in him. And with Satan in his heart, and God on his back, he dove into the bottomless pit to destroy them both along with himself. And then his eyes were opened, and he found himself on his knees.

The god and Satan were gone; all that was left of them were dust and ashes in his hands. He thought himself alone, and damned. But as he rose to his feet and brushed the residue of the former things from himself, he saw that this was not so. Because the Spirit of Life, the mother of all, was there also, inside him. She finished cleaning him off and embraced him, and he realized she had been there all along. And as she spoke to him in a small, quiet voice, he finally understood. The Spirit of life had been inside everyone from the beginning. And then she let him look into the hearts of all the world's people, and he saw that each one had a frightened little child inside, shackled in chains of fear, and that this was causing all the pain and suffering on the earth. And then she showed him what had brought this about. The Spirit of Life had been the author of scriptures, working through imperfect men and women over the ages. Some of these people had imperfect motives and had tried to change things to fit their purposes. But the Spirit of life, the mother of all things, had made them by their own hands turn their own words into lies, and to write the truth within them in another language of symbolism that they did not understand and could never see was there.

And he saw another thing. The contradictions so many had stumbled over for so long had in reality been for a purpose of their own, so that people would work to reconcile them, and thereby bring reconciliation. Because without reconciliation there can be no forgiveness, just as in any other family. Then he noticed that the one with the lamp was there, as well, and had been there every step of the way.

The grandfather lifted up the lamp to see whom it had been, but he already knew: it was his Savior and friend. He saw the face of his Father in his friend's eyes. And his friend's voice spoke his Father's words, which he heard for the very first time, saying to him, 'Well done, good and faithful servant. You are a son of mine, and in you I AM well pleased.' Then he heard another behind him, and he turned and he saw a small boy there, looking at him with sad but hopeful eyes, and the grandfather knew that he had finally found himself.

This man returned to his family, took up his little Glories into his arms. He looked into their faces and now saw hope there instead of pain and fear. He saw the hope of all the world's children, including the children trapped inside adult hearts, bound in chains of hate and anger, fighting to escape their bondage. Then he took the burden that'd been in his heart all those years in the wilderness, along with the hope shining from the faces of his little Glories, and put it on his back. And he then began to pray in earnest to be led to find the best way he could put to use what he'd been shown. And he remembered a thing his Father had said to him; ' I do not preside with the proud, the vain, or the loud, but I reside with and within the small, the simple, the humble, and the lowly.' So the grandfather took his prayer, translated it into words, and named it for his little Glories and all of his Fathers little Glories everywhere. And then he sent it to you.

If you have read this, then you have taken the Burden upon your backs as well. One simple grandfather cannot do it all. All people of good faith - of any - kind must begin to do their part to change this world, before the Promise of the future is stolen from all God's little Glories. Copy and pass this on as widely as you can, then spread it some more. Then go to your mirror on heaven and remember that when you look into a mirror, your left is your right and your right is your left. Take your lamp with you, and listen for the small voice inside, not the loud voice that judges and murders. Your Father loves you, and he has never given us serpents instead of fish. There are no contradictions, only understanding and reconciliation. And remember these words of your Savior and friend: 'As you have done to the least of these, so did you do to me.' Those who have sought to prevent us from gaining our birthright have fallen asleep, and become too sure of them selves. This is for the people, not the masters, so find the way, for it has just been shown to you. And remember,

It was not you found your way into it,
but it
found its way
into you.

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