Spiritual Graffiti »

Our home has recently become a hot-house for political debate from Franco’s dictatorship to Mugabe’s growing insanity. We’ve looked at historic  empires and how the Cold War was won (if it’s over?). Forced to look at my own inadequate understanding, I also see that what we are daily spoon-fed is a diet set out for small children. One of my favourite books is Orwells ‘1984′ and I regularly use the word ‘prole’ to describe how the ordinary man in the street is treated. But it goes deeper than that and connects to a movie that I return to because I love its hidden depths.  Peter Weir’s ‘The Truman Show’ is wonderful because it tells us to look out for clues that all is not well in our lives and won’t fit. If we ignore the signs, then we drop the ‘key to love and fear’ or miss it altogether. You’d better watch that if you’ve never seen it! It’s a tale of almost theosophical proportions as the show’s creator is a lucifer character, raising a child to profit from his malaise and then trying to kill him as the child/star finally seeks to find the truth.  People don’t know what they are missing but they suspect something isn’t quite right.

I would feel like a prole too if it wasn’t for a weird kind of feeling I always had with me since my earliest memories that I wasn’t quite part of this. I sensed there was more to life and I couldn’t really articulate it. That ‘inner feeling’, for want of a better description gave me a calm meaning and also many dark lonely nights.

The inescapable reality for me in  San Francisco, 1979 when confronted with the ‘Word’ expressed in the Divine Principle was that God is here now, alive!  I vaguely thought He did His stuff 2000 years earlier and left us all guessing as to when the world would end (and I wasn’t holding my breath). Now Charles Kamins’ comment on Simon Cooper’s report from Germany really struck me and he together with Bay Area members in California has been doing some serious thinking. Please have a look at what he says.

You know leaflets are a form of graffiti. I quite like some thoughtful graffiti. But the difference between being handed a leaflet and a person talking honestly to me is vast. Politicians love words but their motives are unclear and usually self-serving.  The message we have to share with others is the kindest, most helpful and liberating one of all time.   Shall we only leave the message pasted on ’subway walls and tenement halls’?

Written by Toby Warren in Blogs