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Issue  #3, 1981 May

Created in unified collaboration of William E. Achor, Philip Thomas, and Roberta Ann Wilson
and Our Heavenly Father !
October 12th, 2012
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-- William E. Achor
   Science of Spirituality --

Hello, dear friend:

It is good to be with you again, sharing joy, love, and understanding. These writings I bring you are just a few, of all the materials I would share with you. These came to me in a variety of ways:

Spirituality   (page 2) spring force, unfinished, several months ago. I have now put it into a presentable form; so here it is. Identifying Spirituality is like identifying Love  . . . or God. There is no way to adequately define any of these, for they are so much more than everything we might say you think. Spirituality is a  “quality”, but quality is also an adequate lead describable. Anyway, this spate “collection of thoughts” may give you some feel of what Spirituality represents in  S. O. S.

Jesus Talks To The  People   (pages 3 & 4) has a very clear and loving message. Bob room mission to, an  S. O. S.  Group member, felt impelled to type up this material and bring it to me. I feel it is to be shared with you. I do not know which source, so I don’t know about the author intensity of its origin  . . . But I do recognize that the thoughts in it are authentic, valid, and opportune. It is a beautiful Spiritual  message.

Don’t  Be  Fooled  By Me   (page 5) was given to us by one of our  S. O. S.  Group members, Phil Thomas. My immediate thought was to share it with everyone on our mailing list, but it seemed to lengthy, 2 ½ pages, in its poetic format; so I set it aside. Within a period of about one week,  THE SAME MATERIAL was brought to us by a number of our  S. O. S. Youth  Group, Mark stole. The title was different, the words had been altered a bit; but this version was in prose format  -  one page. So I thought,  “O. K., I’ll share it. Someone must be waiting for it.” I have the prose format, but I have restored the title and most of the words to that which were in the poetic form, the version that I considered to have been the original.

The poetry on page 6 just “seemed right”.  The  early  Morning  Hours was written by a cousin in Indiana, and she gave me permission to share it with you. Sense it is now spring  -  the poem fits.   We   Care was something I recently came across. I wrote it a few years back bar a specific purpose now forgotten; but it feels right to included here at this time. I hope you enjoy them.
My love and my blessings of with you.

William E. Achor
William E. Achor    


Spirit does not know hate   Spirit can only Love                                                                                                                                                       Spirit knows rejection,  for it is often rejected                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      but never rejects anyone                                                                                                                                                             Spirit never  sorrows   but waits patiently, knowing;                                                                                                            eternally awaiting Its recognition;                                                                                                                                                   Its loving  acceptance.                                                                                                                                                                Spirit does not support human frailties                                                                                                                                           but lovingly releases humanity to experience                                                                                                                                  he consequences of its frailties                                                                                                                                                    This is our process of learning.                                                                                                                                                     The same Spirit that moves in you; moves in me.                                                                                                                         And  when fully  recognized by us, into Spirit, we are freed.                                                                                                    There is a spirit of hate, a spirit of anger and frustration;                                                                                                              But these are spirits of humans; spirits of Spirit rejection.                                                                                                           And Spirit  arranges that each  shall experience                                    
                                                                             according to one’s  own pattern  of thought.                                                                                                                               Spirit acknowledges the right,  the necessity,                                                                                                                                that His loved one’s must suffer withal,                                                                                                                                       their patterns that they chose to bind.                                 
                                                                                                          Our patterns do not hold us, we hold them.                                                                                                                                There can be no doubt who entrains the patterns of error;                                                                                                            who has rejected the nature of Spirit.                                                                                                                                            For each who suffers, represents his separation from Spirit                                                                                                            in the very fact  of the suffering.                                                                                                                                               Except  that there  be an error in the patters of thinking;                                                                                                              there would be no suffering.                                                                                                                                                          The forgiving love that Christ offered                                                                                                                                              is rejected  in bitterness by those who must hate.                                                                                                                          We accept and rejoice  in a Spirit  that will not condemn us.                                                                                                        We reject that same  Spirit when we feel                                                                                                                                         it should condemn others                                                                                                                                                           which it cannot.                                                                                                                                                                         Spirit, which is forgiving, understanding and loving;                                                                                                                       is always forgiving, understanding and loving.                                                                                                                                 It cannot partake of human dualities, for it is Spirit.                                                                                                                   Spirit moves in all.                                                                                                                                                                     Spirit is the singular expression of God.                                                                                                                                    Spirit loves  . . . . . . . and . . . . . . . Is Love.                                                                                                                                      -WEA-                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      


And seated upon a boulder in the open air, Jesus answered the people around him:

“See here the giants of the earth, born with the Spirit of God within. For it is written, unto you all things given. They are printed in books, taught through the ages of man, and so few listen. To encompass these laws into your body and daily living requires a steadfast search and desire to reach completion with thy Heavenly Father. Such goals are not found among many. The rules of conduct have never changed from that of Almighty God for all millenniums. Seek and Ye shall find.”

And one individual asked,  “ Of my decisions even for just today, how do I deal with these?”

“Seek to do the will of thy Father God and your decisions will not be an erorr. Seek not your all prideful longings, willingly go forward, looking not backward at that which is left behind for it is past. The lessons of today and not those of yesterday nor of tomorrow. Do not anticipate future problems for they may never come to pass. Even so, would your decisions then be different than those of today on the same subject of concern. As you allow a door to the past to close, let it even seal itself that you be not tempted to reopen it. Your today is all that you have. Provide for it only and wait for the morning to provide for that day. Bring not with you concerns of yesterday nor worry of tomorrow; for the problems of yesterday are never the exact same as today for one is further along in one’s development even if not aware of it. The concerns of morrow may even change by then, so decisions made today for tomorrow would not appropriate be. Such a simple way as this seems difficult each to realize and embody. The anxieties would cease, peace would be with you even if but this one of God’s Way for Man was acknowledged. The future awarenesses are four direction only, not for final decisions today. At any point of today, you may choose to walk a different road, as Man has the free will of God to create for himself. Look at today. Appreciate the clearness and value and creative response of our Mother-Nature. The example is perfect. It is only when a man seeks to ignore nature’s law that he finds difficulty with accompanying anxieties.”

And another asked,  “But where does one begin? We who seek, or think we seek, have difficulty in knowing even the law of which you speak. Is it that we are unwilling to accept such simplicity?”

“That is a part of the dilemma each faces. Man seeks to live with God’s law but at the same time wants to live without regard to it. This is the God and Mammon problem of which I have previously spoken. It seems most people find it easier to WANT for the future instead of LIVING today. It is a fool-hardy plan and causes much of the discomfort within which man or the individual purports to seek to be rid of. The individual creates their own dilemma and resultant anxieties in this way. Even if it is gold he seeks - would be but seek it for today only. Instead he tries to guarantee his future goals for tomorrow, yet tomorrow for him may not even come. This is true foolishness in the cause of many anxieties. Man with all his plans and desires cannot destine the morrow. His refusal to embody this acceptance is the cause of much trouble for the self's daily living decisions and patterns. Each day a man stands facing a new life yet so often he perpetuates only the past which no longer applies to his present day of existence. This is but one unhappiness he brings to himself.”

And another asked,  “How do we stop doing this? We feel so bombarded from all sides with demands and social structure.”

“First realize that these demands are internal not external. These are things you expect of yourselves. Realizing this is the first step. You cannot expect yourself to do opposite things at the same time - this is true conflict - yet if you look at what you call “demands” you will see that this is so. No one makes you do anything but yourself. This is again the God and Mammon dilemma. If you were to spend but one day concerned with doing only kindness you would experience a most peaceful and pleasurable day of your life.  Why then would you do otherwise on the next day? If you blame “habit” you evade yourself. Is it possible you seek not peace, pleasure and harmony, but instead seek fulfillment of pride and power? This too is the God and Mammon dilemma. All other skills, abilities, or activities of daily living such as diet, abode, family, and friends are  effected by your motives not your “habits”.  Look inward  -  ask yourself if your motive of be peace or pride, harmony or power? To know this is to Know Thyself. Riches and gold of themselves and not either good or bad, if the motive be not pride of power. But because the mode of is so rarely that of kindness, I have said it is easier for a rich man to go through the eye of a needle than to enter the Kingdom of God.  At no time did I ever say it was impossible for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God, just extremely difficult because of his motives.    As people we have a tendency to become and enrapt  with ourselves with a distorted idea of our self - importance. As a teacher I can only present, perhaps simplify and expression or emotion, but my importance is and never will be mine to claim for it is not what I  do that changes anything.  He who listens makes his own changes, not I.  That which I do, I do out of compassion toward those who suffer, for I know that peace is possible to man upon earth,  and wish and hope that each may find it also. This is why I “teach”.  In fact, I only answer your questions;  it is others who call me “Teacher”.  For that Spirit that abides in me, abides in all.  This is what is referred to as the Brotherhood of Man and of Life.   Ask and you shall receive. I come unto you that you may find peace within yourselves for it is there that is God also. Within you, are all things of beauty possible.   Kindness is the True expression of man.  All else is simply misdirected energy. Know thyself and you will have found peace with the True God.  As God is Absolute Harmony referred to as the Kingdom of God, the goal promise of each living thing.”


Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear, I wear a mask.  I wear thousand masks  -  masks that I am afraid to take off;  and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that is second nature with me, but don’t be fooled.  For God’s sake, don’t be fooled. I give the impression that I am secure, that all is sunny and unruffled with me,  within as without;  that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, that the water is calmand I am in command and that I need no one. But don’t believe me, please.

My surface may seem smooth, but my surface is my mask. Beneath this lies no complacence. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear and aloneness. But I hide this. I don’t want anybody to know it.  I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear of being exposed. That’s why I frantically create a mask to hide behind  -  a nonchalant, sophisticated facade  -  to help me pretend, to shield me from the glance that knows.    But such a glance is precisely my salvation, and I know it. That is, if it’s followed by acceptance, if it’s followed by love.   It’s the only thing that will assure me of what I can’t assure myself  -  that I am worth something.  But I don’t tell you this. I don’t dare. I’m afraid to.  I’m afraid your glance won’t be followed by acceptance and love.  I’m afraid you’ll think less of me, that you will laugh at me and your laugh will kill me.  I’m afraid that deep down I’m nothing, that I’m just no good and that you will see this and reject me. So I play my game, my desperate game, with a facade of assurance without, and a trembling child within.

And so begins the parade of masks,  and my life becomes a front. I idly chatter to you in suave tones of surface talk.  I tell you everything that is nothing and nothing of what is everything, of what’s crying inside me.  So when I’m going through my routine, don’t be fooled by what I am saying.  Please listen carefully and try to hear what I’m not saying,    what I would like to be able to say,  what for survival I need to say, but what I can not say. I dislike hiding, honestly! I dislike the superficial game I’m playing, the phony game. I’d really like to be genuine and spontaneous  -  and me.   But you’ve got to help me. You’ve got to hold out your hand, even when that’s the last thing I seem to want or need. Only you can wipe away from my eyes the blank stare of the breathing dead.  Only you can call me into aliveness. Each time you're kind, and gentle, and encouraging; each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings  -  but wings.

With your sensitivity and compassionand your power of understanding, you can breathe life into me.  I want you to know that. I want you to know how important you are to me;   how you can be the creator of the person that is really me, if you choose to.  Please choose to. You alone can remove the mask. You alone can release me from my lonely prison.   So don’t pass me by.   Please don’t pass me by.  The nearer you approached the blinder I strike back. I fight against the very thing I cry out for.

But I am told that love is stronger than the strongest walls, and in this lies my hope.  Please try to beat down those walls with firm hands, but with gentle hands -  for a child is very sensitive.

Who am I, you may wonder. I am someone you know very well. For I am every man you meet. I am every woman you meet. I am right in front of you.     
-  Author Unknown  -

The Early Morning Hours

Out in the country, early morning is special to me.
As I gaze all of around, there’s a fresh new world I see.

The dew has kissed the grass and fields,
And sparkles on the flowers and trees.

The air’s freshness glides over me on that first morning breeze.
  And there's no limit to the beauty that one sees,

When I gaze on the fields, the lakes, and the flowers.
It’s then that I know I’m closest to God  . . . . . . . .

In the early morning hours.  
-  Janet  Blitz  -                                                            


We care.
We care for she who suffers.
We love her and her strengths and weaknesses.
We reach out to her with our hearts
And our compassion; not in pity,
Not in a softness of sympathy, but
As a channel of Infinite Strength.
We add her to our prayer lists,
So that in our meditations we fill
Her with the warmth  of Love, the
Light of infinite peace, the quiet
Of understanding, and the Spirit
Of Wholeness, the Joy of Being.
She has God’s blessing, the more so,
because, We care. 

S. O. S.  (WEA)