All of life on Earth can be viewed as a metaphor. Life is symbolic. Therein lies the tale.
Life in the world is like an overlay, perhaps like a bedspread but such a bedspread, the weave and colors and intricacy beyond belief and yet seen in diverse ways. This bedspread is made of the finest silk, embellished with diamonds and rubies and emeralds and other stones from the Earth including stones you may kick as you walk along. Among the threads appear straw and various greens and flowers from the Earth and all manners of things, pictures of sun and rain, hills and dales, images of trains and planes and light and dark and bright and muted and things never seen before and endless repetitions of what is seen much of the time, and, yet, the bedspread, as intricate and overwhelming as it may be, is only a coverlet. No matter what it is woven of and no matter how beautiful it is or how uproarious it may be, it is a coverlet that can also be lifted off.
In Our metaphor, under the coverlet lies a sleeping place that you lay your head on, and what dreams may come. And, beyond your wildest dreams lie greater riches. We can call this beyond the Source of All.
The coverlet is beautiful, yet there is greater than this. You have an idea of what is greater and beyond, and sometimes you have glimpses of the True Reality, and, always, by the very nature of life on Earth, you come back to the coverlet and prance upon it.
We could consider the Earth a trampoline you bounce on. What is the trampoline bouncing when it bounces you? There is more to you, too, than the eye can see, and, yet, the trampoline supports you. You spring on it. You also have a suspicion that you are greater than has been acknowledged by the world or yourself. Certainly, you have been underestimated and have underestimated yourself. The Truth of you is beyond the physical senses.
It is like you are a magnificent oak tree, and you haven’t quite noticed that you grew from a seed, and within the seed, lies…well, everything that is not a thing at all but, rather, a growing point of Infinity and Vastness and Eternity and Love that lying over the horizon of what is called practical life, and yet what is seen or not seen is vague and ephemeral and the hand cannot touch, the mind cannot grasp, only the heart can connect to the mysteries of life beyond the senses and which defy the senses.
Beloveds, you are a vessel on Earth. You do not even come close to what you carry. You are here to upturn the world and remove from the world all the imagined burdens and propensities. You are a heralder of what is called the new world. It is not really a new world. It is the world as it has always been. We could say that cataracts are removed from your eyes so you see the world now brightly in its true colors, colors beyond which you have ever seen, colors that defy gravity, colors that whisk away the coverlet so you can witness the greater underlying beauty.
There are all kinds of miracles. One of the miracles is that you have not yet seen all that, which, in truth, a coverlet cannot cover. The beauty of Earth is a marvel, and what the coverlet covers is mind-boggling and Earth-changing. What lies before you, even as there is no before or after or then and there. A majesty of treasures is already yours, not within the grasp of your hand or your mind, but within the reaches of your heart and finally to clear-sightedness where all is revealed to you and you reveal yourself to yourself and find yourself, and I cry out Hallelujah.