“ (...)And what ‘different’ means would these be?” “The means by which the Creator has created all in His own impulse of inspiration. And the power
to perfect His creations and to make new creations of their own is something He has given to Man, to Man alone.”
“And just how did the Creator create everything? And what instrument did he give to Man for crea- tivity?”
“Thought is the chief instrument of the Great Creator. And thought has been given to Man. Creations are true when thought is brought to fruition through the soul and intuition and feelings, and the main factor here is and will always be: the purity of one’s awareness.
“Look how the little flowers thrive at our feet — their splendid shapes and colours and tints are con- stantly changing in creation alive. These are something you can perfect with your thought. Concentrate, try to change them, give them a better look.”
“What look? For example?” “Indulge your fantasy, Vladimir.” “Well, I can at least do that. Let this camomile here, for example, take on one red petal, and the next
one stay as it is, so the alternation will make it better, more cheery.” And all at once Anastasia fell stock still. She began concentrating her gaze on the white camomile.
And you know, the camomile — slowly and quietly as could be, but still, right before my eyes — began to change its colours. There they were, alternating — first there was a red petal, then a white, then a red one again. At first the red petals were barely noticeable, then the colour became stronger, and the red hue kept getting brighter and brighter until finally they were simply blazing with a shining red radiance.
“You see how it happened, Vladimir — you came up with the idea, and I created it all with my thought.”
“What are you saying, Anastasia — that everybody can do this?”
“Yes! And they are doing it. But they use material for this, which they first slay, and dead material can only deteriorate. So mankind through the ages has struggled to stop his creations from deteriora- tion, even as human thought becomes more and more preoccupied with just plain rot, and Man has no time to think about what constitutes genuine creation.
“Every thing is preceded first by thought. It is only with time that it gets embodied in matter or the changing strands of the social order. But whether they are creating for better or for worse — they do not immediately understand.
“Look how you wanted to change the colour of the camomile’s petals. I changed them with my thought — the camomile obeyed Man’s thought. But look closely now, did you really think up some- thing better? More perfect than it already was?”
“In my view, it’s splashier and more cheerful.” “But why are you not excited when you talk about the new Creation?” “I don’t know, maybe it’s because there’s still something lacking, maybe some kind of colours — I
can’t tell right now.” “The colours have come into conflict with each other — the tenderest tints have paled for the sake of
splashiness. A loud splashiness fails to evoke calm and tender feelings.” “Okay, okay. Try to change everything back the way it was.” “It is not I that shall do it, but the camomile itself will be able to. The red will fall away. After all,
we did not slay the camomile. It is alive. Nature itself will bring everything back to a state of harmony where it can thrive.”
“So, in your view, Anastasia, are all men ignorant vandals and are women the creators?”
“All men and women are one — in each of them two principles merge into a single one. And in the creativity they feel, they are inseparable — earthly existence is there for them both.”
“But how can that be? I don’t understand. I, for example, am only a male of the species.”
“And what do you consist of, Vladimir? The flesh of a male and the flesh of a female have merged into one, they are united in you; similarly the spirit of two has merged into one spirit within you.”
“Then why do people go and state in treatises exactly what a woman is and what a man is, and state which of them is stronger and more important?”
“Think about it yourself, who would want to, and for what purpose, replace your awareness — your consciousness which the Creator gave to everyone in the beginning — with his own dogma?”
“Well maybe the Creator just happened to give someone more than others, and this person, as a teacher, is striving to share his wisdom and awareness with everyone?”
“Every little sprout on the Earth — the seed of a birch tree, a cedar tree or a flower — is filled with the knowledge of the Creator. So how could the thought come to you that the Creator could deign to withhold something from His Supreme Creation? What could be more insulting for a Father than a complaint like that?”
“What are you talking about? I’m not complaining about anyone. I was just consulting with myself, thinking out loud.(...)”
Retirado do site ringing cedars, livro Space of Love de Vladimir Megre
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