The Invisible Way, written by Reshad Feild, Prologue
The subject of time will never cease to amaze me. Over the years, so much has happened in my life that its course seems in retrospect to have been relentless and certain, however much I may have thought otherwise. Destiny had its part to play. Often I tried to escape it and instead put myself in the hands of fate, finding myself swept along with a stream of sleep-walkers who never really inhabited this world nor saw its exquisite beauty. It was only when life became increasingly painful, and my own stupidity obvious, that I was finally able to surrender to a force much greater than myself. It was a living experiment for which I forfeited my own personal life, or what I thought it was, for an uncertain outcome that has become the only possible way to live.
Destiny reaches out beckoning, and the circumstances of life become a trial of a human being's capacity to share consciously in the evolution of humanity. Preparation and capacity are necessary to heed the voice, to take a plunge into the unknown, to surrender ourselves to Love itself. If we hesitate too long, we become lost in the mind's labyrinth - the lamp of knowledge that guides us through the dangers of human ignorance and personal wilfulness goes out.
Not many are prepared to conduct this experiment, for Love requires of us complete sacrifice, even the final sacri-fice of suffering. Yet the paradox of it all is that sooner or later, even if only at the end of our lives, we will all be confronted with the knowledge that 'reason is powerless in the expression of Love' and that only through dying to the illusion of ourselves as separate from the One Reality can we find life.
This book is a love story - about love that faces death. To truly know and accept that this body dies, and that this is the only time that we have, is the most powerful weapon we can ever have. With this understanding, we can begin to live passionately, not wasting a moment of the precious time that is allocated to us, plunging gratefully into the immediacy of living. We work now, for the future of humanity, and, as we know we are loved, time will be on our side
Vancouver, Canada, 1978
Credits: ‘The Fountain’ by Darren Aronofsky
'11th Hour' by Leonardo DiCaprio
Music: Phutureprimitive feat. Alyssa Palmer - Burn
Phutureprimitive is the moniker of Northwest producer and song writer Rain. If you were to look at early childhood photos, you would find Rain sitting at the piano plinking keys, grinning from ear to ear..