Letter To My Children

By David Schussler 

During the course of our lives it becomes necessary for some of us to understand where we come from and where we are going. These truths are best discovered, re-discovered, or uncovered through what seem to be random thoughts wandering around inside our heads. Introspection, looking deep within to discover oneself often begs the question. Where am I now? Meditation will put us in the here and now but it will not tell us where to go from here. To live one’s dreams, just to dream, often proves to us that reality has no bearing, it has no base, it has no reality. Life is a dream, or many dreams manifest. To live pure dream is to work, make music, dance, sing, do art, or be a part of creation as it flows from the universe or beyond into the here and now. As each moment’s episode ends, a new flow is necessary, or a continuance of the same creative flow. When we are conceived and born we are the living dream fully aware and in tune with all that has come before us and all that is us. Every atom, cell, and electron in our bodies has within it something of everything that has ever been. Our brains already have all of the information in the universe. We are inherently distracted by (for the most part) well-intended gestures that make us forget most of it.Wide eyed, we are born into this world all knowing and all seeing. As we are lying in our birth swaddling, faces come into view. We can see clearly the joy in our mother’s eyes, the fear in our father’s face, often the envy in our sibling’s stare. The feelings have no description, only energy. The feelings have no names. Joy, shame, embarrassment, hate, fear, and love, have no real description. They are not real, we inherently and evolutionarily create these descriptive anomalies. As we lie there a rattle is shaken in our face taking us from the wondrousness of seeing with our eyes and absorbing with our senses all that is around about us, even enjoying the pure loving ooohs and aaahs. That rattle totally distracts us from our meditation of newbirth. This may be the first of a lifetime of shocks, distractions and misdirection. Is that the first time that we wished we were back in the womb? Back in the perfect temperature, the perfect darkness that held so much light. Safe without knowing the meaning of safe because there is no fear. But, what? There is no going back except in one’s memory. The spark of light and awareness that becomes the flesh and bones and fluids of our being is ongoing, it does not go back. And so, trapped we are, the prisoners of our fathers’ and mothers’ love, rape, or sperm/egg donation. Only to be left to the fateful random will of life and inflexibility of time.

We are so dedicated to the principle that written and verbal communications are the basis of understanding that we mostly ignore the communicative senses that we were born with. Instead of developing or at least protecting these senses we seem hell bent on crushing and replacing them. Generations of degeneration of our parenting skills have brought us to an incredible declination of our human capabilities. The more “civilized” we become, the behinder we get. Parenting as has been passed on has taken on an aura of pseudo nobility ingratiated by publications and even awards for a variety of parenting skills. Parenting magazines, Father or Mother of The Year awards, etc. grade and rate our ability to raise our children and how it impacts the world. Is it any wonder that at this point in time after having respect for parent instilled in us for generations that our kids often tell us that we’re full of crap at times just because we are? Children see the truths of life at times when we don’t want to and we often punish them for it. We need to pay more real attention to them before they become corrupted by “society” and learn from them lest they learn from us.

I Remember looking into my newborn’s faces, delving deep into their eyes and feeling the mutual pure love and joy there? That’s real communication. A smile would come onto your face and the baby’s face and you would not know or care where that feeling came from. Words would flee from your mind and cares from your soul and even if just for an instant you would share that pure bliss of life’s creation and commonality. Some of us sing sweet songs and dance heavenly dances with our newborns that unite us with the forces of harmony. As the bond is lost your mind would start thinking again (because we are so programmed), and you would have to say something like “I love you Pookie’, or “Pumpkin”, or “Darlin’”, or something, and one sided communication would begin, as we try to put words to a pure feeling that needs no words. We use those words to label and replace the more perfect communication that they corrupt. Not so bad we say. This is how we learn to express feelings and each other’s names and the emotion that goes along with it. This is not withstanding that if we were sensitive enough we would recognize each other by our distinct smells, sounds, or even our auras. We adults and parents, however, have already been corrupted for the most part and have forgotten about such sensitive communications. One has to literally be blind to have remembered how important touch, sound, taste, and smell are. We have been made to believe that these skills are extraordinarily developed in those who are impaired but they were rather rediscovered in those who have become blind or deaf and reaffirmed in those affected from birth (notice I said affected, not afflicted).

Communication is key to life. Our brain must communicate to our bodies just to keep it alive through involuntary thought processes. Because we are who we are, we believe that controlled and rational thought requires words. Why? Because we think in words. This is why we teach our children to speak, to read, and to write, often in multiple languages. We thus find ourselves shaking that rattle in baby’s face and saying Dada, Mama over and over again and wondering why sometimes it takes a couple of years before word communication comes out of that child’s mouth. We are taking that child from a magnanimous non verbal communicative ability to an extremely limited vocabulary, regardless of the specific language (all are guilty). A vocabulary so tainted as to often tend to destroy real communication.

Several years ago(I say several even though it may have been thirty or more) in my search for myself I found myself in a Spanish speaking small town in the Caribbean. No one spoke English. I spoke very, very little Spanish no thanks to my high school Spanish teacher who tried her best at a time when I was into sports and girls a lot more. I lived up in the foothills of a rain forest and would have occasion to want something that the forest did not provide. When I went to town I would always be greeted with many smiles occasional angry looks and often spoken greetings. The language was spoken so fast that the little Spanish that I did know was wasted in my effort to translate in my brain and so I spent my time with a lot of smiles and head nodding. My first thought was “I have to learn this language quickly so I can get around” But after my second visit I changed my mind quickly. As I was walking down the street listening to the other people speaking I realized that my smiles and handshakes and those of others would tell me of genuineness, fraudulence, and truth from inside people. I was not distracted by what they may have said to the contrary. They may have been looking at me with disdain thinking I was a real jerk while telling me what a nice guy I was and all I knew was how they really felt from the energy of their words, their eyes, body language, and handshake. I quickly developed a wonderful group of true friends. I realized then also that probably about ninety per-cent of what people say is baloney and the rest may be important. I was enjoying this new type of communication and realizing that it really wasn’t new. I was just reclaiming it and making it a more effortless, perfunctory part of my life. I was sloughing off some of the veils of ignorance that were layering my mind since birth. You see, I was beginning to understand that ignorance is learned, that it is the covering up of that all seeing, all knowing presence that we are born with.

Spoken word, which we are taught first from birth is pure energy. It is a combination of sound waves which when coming from the imperfect vocal chords afforded us is different from every individual. That is why a highly trained ear can differentiate between people. Each individual word has a different energy. That is why “No!” sounds the same to most people as does “love, hate,” and even ambiguous words like “maybe”or”ambiguous”. That is why we can have common language verbal communication.

The heat of passion can add energy to words, passion that can create additional energy in response i.e. hate, fear, lust, etc. But why do we have so many words when so much of our lives truly defies explanation. When feelings mean so many things to so many people. The same word used in different context can have many meanings and even be contrary to itself. It is difficult for even the most literate to explain and yet we are cramming it into our children as hard and fast as humanly possible and faulting ourselves for not cramming more and faster.

There are those in life who have understood the metaphysics of our personal evolutions, even at times without naming or being aware of it. The consequences of this understanding have resulted in the Leonardo DaVincis, the Thomas Edisons, the Einsteins, The Beethovens, the Hitlers, the Mousellinis, all who in different ways made “breakthroughs” in understanding various aspects of life. Some do it through science, some through art, technology, and ideology. Some do it for good and some do it for bad, but all do it through a more simplified way of thinking. Good or bad, using the energy of thought, speech, music, movement, etc. in a focused manner while eliminating excessive thoughts creates real genius and virtuosity. It lends opportunity for “Being in the flow”.

It is definitely not always good ( in keeping with the ambiguity and immeasurability of the reality of good and bad). Hence we have the power brokers, purveyors of genocide, rapists, murderers, and terrorists who dupe masses of people as their leaders throughout history. We have the false priests who control through their knowledge of spiritual connection that most people in their moment of vulnerability still channel when they go to church. Is it any wonder that some deny knowledge of a creator in favor of atheism? Non belief is a protective measure, and yet it too is another layer of effluviatic density making it more difficult yet to reach in to our purity of being.

There are many writings on philosophy, yet what is it? Is what I am writing a philosophy? There is so much over-thinking. Just look at the writings of Freud, Jung, Sartre, Kinsey, Blavatsky, Socrates, Plato, and many other well read authors. All of these philosophical writings deal with emotion, communication, religion, social interaction, and science. They make you think. Why not sit back, relax, close your eyes and listen to music performed by a virtuoso. It can take you to where all of the philosophers are trying to convince you to go. You can become one with the music…even if only for a few moments. Sit and meditate. Watch the ocean waves, watch the wind blow through the trees or across the wheatfields, watch the flickering flames of a fire. Try to remove thoughts from your mind. You will find your own point of entry into the genius of your own being. The difficult thing for most people, however is to retain that place for more than a moment and to make it a part of everyday life. Those that do are often considered freaks, geniuses, saints, fanatics and throughout history many of them have been murdered, tortured and even crucified.

So who are we? Both individually and collectively… as families, communities, nations we are a conglomerate of different personalities created and evolved. As persons we are all different yet as groups we have common identities. Isn’t it interesting that an old farmer in Nairobi may have more in common with a young schoolgirl in Wyoming and a fisherman in Italy than anybody else. All defying their birthed race, creed, color, family, community, and nationality. Why? Because the greatest commonalties are not external and learned. They are a part of our point of creation, our true birthright, our personal knowledge before we started to “learn and be educated”.

My parents (like most parents) never told me about this and I don’t believe they really ever thought about it much. They did pretty well though. They moved us from the busy city to the country, made a pleasant farm life, and remained busy being as honest as they could, working very hard, teaching us many practical skills, and trying to make a better life for their children.

So what must we do? We as parents must live as best we can a life of virtuosity, making the best decisions based on a well developed intuition. Always doing our best at work and play setting a good example for our children. We must teach our children to read and write and calculate as early as possible while never neglecting the sciences, arts and exercise. We must allow them to see, smell, taste, hear, and feel the beauty and wonders of nature and natural acts. Give them parameters of safety while allowing them risks. Never constricting their imaginations or creativity. We must feed them healthy food and pure drink. It is really very simple. For my children and grandchildren, I want them to know that this is what I want for them and have always wanted for them, and although I was born with this knowledge, I am still shedding veils of ignorant knowledge, habits, and thought patterns entrenched by family mesmerism, youthful corruption, blindly followed beliefs of others, and burnt out brain cells from drug experiments. Although the path of truth and knowledge should be easy to stay on since the path is straight and narrow, we find ourselves falling off at times when we think the path is too narrow. So I say to my and to all children “this is my truth”. I wish I could have said it many years ago and perhaps I did at times in various ways. During the evolution of my life I have been a different parent to each of my children as I have morphed from being child father to grandfather. I have been both a good father and a bad father as at times I have betrayed my children’s trust. I forever ask them and all children for forgiveness for my and others ignorant betrayals and not to be remembered for them. I want them to know that strength, knowledge, freedom, success, and inner bliss is their birthright regardless of my failures as a parent and that I love them eternally.

Knowing what we think we know and living as we have, how could we have gotten to this point in life? The balance is not being made and, in fact, suddenly we find that we are consuming more than we are giving or contributing to the world…to the universe…to life.

There have been so many times that we have been blessed with remembering and being at one with creation, able to assume a harmonic role in life. At times we are able to draw upon or channel the energy to help heal the wounds of mankind’s inhumanity, fear, or pain. It takes very little and is moment to moment and yet we get wrapped up in remorse, self pity, fear, memory, loss, pain, and all of which consumes our time and dooms us to senility, insanity, sickness, and useless death. Pure love…falling in love, being in love, should be our great lesson as it can transform misery into bliss instantaneously. Two as one, mindlessly sharing joy together, can heal all ills even if only temporarily. Love between mother, child, father, brother, sister, lover, companion, God, nature, people, all one and the same. The greater the sum of people loving, the greater the power that transforms unhappiness and misery into joy. Love and joy have energy just as hate has energy. Why then wouldn’t people want to hold fast to that feeling and as a pebble radiates ripples when tossed into water, send that energy out into the world?…. Into the universe?

We are currently, and have been for centuries, involved in conflict unbecoming of our true human nature. We have allowed ourselves to be seduced away from our natural way with politics and religion. How can any man or woman assume to tell us how to worship, or who to worship? No man can know. No man is greater than any other. Within each of us is the inherent knowledge of our creation and the creation of all mankind. We also know what hurts and what doesn’t. Could it be any simpler? All of our struggles to learn more tend to cause a great deal of confusion. We find ourselves pouring over volumes of philosophical babblings prescribed by schools which have endorsed them as the zenith of civilized humanity. All books were written by somebody. Somebody’s opinion created from their own personal logic and reason coupled with what they had learned and assimilated into their credo. At some point we must look deep within ourselves to where the simple solutions lie. The best book is one in which the words within are mere catalysts to provoke memories of true inner knowledge. Knowledge beyond mere logic. No man has any right to force his beliefs on another which is what often happens to our trusting children whose young absorptive minds are exploited by prescribed mandatory school reading assignments and politically motivated teachers. Most children are taught to respect and listen to their teachers which makes them vulnerable. This is where intolerance and hatred is often taught. Every person deserves the right to free will and to exercise this right while doing harm to no other. This is what separates mankind from other animals. The persons that create conflict in the world are controlling, bestial, and fanatic and reflect the same energy as a pack of dogs or chumming sharks frenzied after their prey. Even after filling their guts, they continue the fray because they are caught up in the mesmerization of the activity without thought and definitely without spiritual intuition.

Is this what our world has become? Man eating men? Loveless leaders who inflict genocide on their people, who hate other cultures, and who fail to see the simplicity of “love and respect your neighbor as yourself”. Thoughtless men who inflict pain and torture upon women because they believe some god created women to be less than men. How ignorant these men are and yet they are allowed to be leaders of people. People become so dense or dispassionate in life that they believe in these leaders and put them in power or let them take power by force. Whether they call themselves emirs, presidents, priests, generals or whatever. Whether they are “well educated” or students of mesmerism and group psychology, they are ignorant despots whose purity has long been shrouded by the effluvia of the understanding of power lust. They are especially ignorant to the simple laws of human nature. To the simple desire of all people to be free and to be able to express their individual capabilities in peace and without malice.

How cruel of parents, teachers, and leaders to not only distract our children from the all knowingness of their creation, but to instill in them their own personal lusts, fears and hatreds. The instillation of bigotry, bias, disrespect for others, and disrespect for natural law has created nations of lemmings ready to jump over the cliff for the guise of martyrdom but really for nothing. Greater than nations, religions have been created by man that unknowingly pervert true spirituality and oneness of mankind. This is true of all religions that preach death to all other cultures that believe differently and at the very least intolerance toward other religions. Even our dominant Christian faiths have a record of dogma and intolerance today and have been guilty throughout history of forcing people to succumb to their will instead of inviting people to share in their beliefs. Neither Jesus, Mohammed, nor the Buddhas created religions. They lived exemplary lives and wished to share their spiritual knowledge with all who would listen. None would seek to beat their followers into submission to lead them on a path to a righteous God. They would be in disbelief that teachings so true and pure could have become so perverted as to cause the turmoil that exists today. That a loving creator that came before them and remains after them could be so maligned. That people instead of learning have become more ignorant.

And so what is to become of us? As long as we each think of the other as evil we will have war. As long as we believe that we must control another’s freedom we will have war. Shall we blow ourselves up with long protracted wars or can we wake up and save ourselves with simple reasoning and common sense as our birthright privileges us with? We must go to our most basic of beliefs, find some peace inside of us. Even when times are hard we must rid ourselves of bigotry and bias and find love in our hearts for our neighbors. We must remember what we knew when we were born. No fear, no hatred, born into a wondrously beautiful world, at one with our creator and our universe. That would be a good place to start — and end.