Writing the mystery, loving the earth, Christ, God, and building pyramids

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I write now without pretext, without necessity, without expectation. I write only to relate my journey in the mystery of life.

Oh, we would not need the Heavens, if only we would love and live on the earth.

And I, mute in the recesses of the torrent and calm, do not budge nor bother, but for the call of the symbolic singer.

But as I hovered there, open and attentive to the living word, it seemed to me as if my instructor was himself fumbling with the text in a frantic effort to learn the next lesson before being able to pass it on, so to speak. That, my friend- that is when I grabbed the book from his hands, and stormed away from that tardy tutelage, determined to live and learn at the speed of which I was capable.

In the end I would not come to peace until I accepted myself, until I accepted God, until I understood and accepted what and why I was upon this hardened earth.

Firstly I went away and came back a nobody. Next I went away and came back a somebody. Finally I went away and came back as me.

To become a Christ- an idiosyncratic part of the whole- you must let go of Christ; you must become your own Christself.

And so I call this world a godworld- a world in which God lives, and breathes, and is our being.

I walked the way I needed to walk, I took my blows, even from God, and I kept on walking.

When you begin to learn the power of thought, you begin to hasten to think only what is worthy- and that is a harder task than building pyramids my friend.

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These fragments and quotes are taken from the unpublished writings of Jack Haas, selected from the notebooks 1990-2005.