Unspeakable

Nothing will squeeze the life out of a man's heart like the agony of the loss of his beloved son.  Such men are plentiful here, but they walk alone in their grief.  They do not seek each other's company, one is not backboard to the other, nor do they sit together near a fireside and chat.  To do so would only amplify the pain.

This man holds his son's picture close to his chest and keeps his head down, watching his own footsteps move slowly along the path.  When the pain gets unbearable, the man stops, curses and shakes his fist at the sky.  But God does not answer.  He never lost a son.  What could God know of such grief, the man demands to know, then blames himself for not being there; for not saving his son from what he must not do.  Blinded by his own tears, the man rises again to the Heavens and implores his son to come home; erase the mistake.  Unspeakable pain wrenches the man at his core.  But his beloved son does not return, he does not reply, and the man's footfalls only bring up more dust.

Andrew Kent Young ... October 27, 1972 - February 3, 2009

Andrew Kent Young
Andy Young

Andy boy

Andy

Son

Bro

Son of his dad

Brother

Lover

Friend

Cowboy's fan

Motocross racer

Natural athlete

Explorer of all things forbidden

Lover of the sea

   Rock climbing

   Finding secrets in the cracks

   Finding cracks in the secrets

   Finding dangerous places

   Getting "Big Air"

   Soda and cigarettes

         Levi's, t-shirts, baseball caps, bare feet

   Concerts

   Dirt bikes and

         Kindhearted women

   Photography

   Baseball cards

   Boy Scouts
   Alaskan wilderness with his Dad

Young man of honor

   Young man in trouble

   Kindness and compassion

   Stubborn

         Never complain

   Alert

         Asleep

   Forgiving

   Lay-back

   Handsome

Boyish wisdom, insight

   Humor

   Hidden ancient knowledge

   Shy

   Spiritual depth

   Heart melting eyes

Gentle man

   Generous of heart

   Threaded the eye of the needle with a camel

   Waited a lifetime for his dad to come home

Addicted no more

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Goodnight

   "Hey dad!"

   "Hey what?"

   "I love you, dad."

   "I love you too, Andy boy."

The Miracle

The miracle comes quietly into the mind that stops an instant, and is still.  It reaches gently from that quiet time and from the mind it healed in quiet, then, to other minds to share its quietness.

And they join in doing nothing to prevent its radiant extension back into the Mind which caused all minds to be.

Born out of sharing there can be no pause in time to cause the miracle delay in hastening to all unquiet minds, and bring them an instant's stillness, when the memory of God returns to them.

Their own remembering is quiet now.  And what has come to take it's place will not be wholly unremembered afterwards.

The Feast

Here, the more anyone receives, the more is left for all to share.

The guests have brought unlimited supply with them.  No one is deprived or can deprive.

Here is a feast the Father lays before his Son, and shares it equally with him.  And in their sharing there can be no gap in which abundance falters and grows thin.

Here can the lean years enter not, for time waits not upon this feast, which has no end.  For love has set its table in the space that once seemed to keep your Guests apart from you.

Being the Light

See how eagerly he comes, and steps aside from heavy shadows that have hidden him, and shines on you in gratitude and love.

He is himself, but not himself alone.  The light in him is brighter still because you gave light in him, to save him from the dark.

And now the light in you must be as bright as shines in him.

This is the spark that shines within the dream; that you can help him waken, and be sure his waking eyes will rest on you.

And in his glad salvation you are saved.

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A Dwelling Place

There is a place where this whole world has been forgotten; where no memory of sin and of illusion lingers still.

There is a place which time has left, and echoes of eternity are heard.

There is a place so still no sound except a hymn to Heaven rises up to gladden the Heart of God and His Son.  And where both abide are They remembered, Both.  And where They are is Heaven and is peace.

Nothing is asked of you but to accept the changeless and the eternal that abide in your brother, for your Identity is there.  The peace in you can but be found in him.

And every thought of love you offer him but brings you nearer to your wakening to peace eternal and to endless joy.

Be very still and hear God's Voice in him, and let It tell you what his function is.

He was created that you might be whole, and God.

Swear not to Die

Swear not to die, you holy Son of God!  You make a bargain you cannot keep.

The Son of Life cannot be killed.  He is immortal as his Father.  What He is cannot be changed.  And He is the only thing in the universe that must be one.

The stars will disappear, night and day will be no more.  All things that come and go, the tides, the seasons, the lives of men; all things that change with time, and bloom and fade will not return.

Where time has set an end is not where the eternal is.  God's Son can never change by what men made of him.  He will be as he was and as he is, for time appointed not his destiny, nor set the hour of his birth and death.

Forgiveness will not change him.  Yet time waits upon forgiveness that the things of time may disappear because they have no use.

Seek Not Outside Yourself

Seek not outside yourself.  For it will fail, and you will weep each time an idol falls.

Heaven cannot be found where it is not and there can be no peace excepting there.

Each idol that you worship when love calls will never answer in Love's place.

There is no other answer you can substitute, and find the happiness Love's answer brings.

Why Am I Here

No one comes here but must still have hope, some lingering illusion, or some dream that there is something outside of himself that will bring happiness and peace.

If everything is in him this cannot be so.  And therefore by his coming, he denies the truth about himself, and seeks for something more than everything, as if part of it were separated off and found where all the rest of it is not.  This is the purpose he bestows on the body.

The Song of Heaven

A melody is heard that everyone remembers, though he has not heard it since before all time began.

Forgiveness, once complete, brings timelessness so close the Song of Heaven can be heard.  Not with ears, but with the holiness that never left that abides forever deep within the Son of God.  And when he hears this song again, he knows he never heard it not.

The Simplicity of Salvation

All salvation says is what was never true is not true now, and never will be.  The impossible has not occurred and can have no effects.

And that is all.

Your Brother

Be still.  Forget everything you thought you heard; remember how much you do not know.  He neither leads nor follows you, but walks beside you on the selfsame road.

He is like you, and he is as near or far away from what you want as you will let him be.  We make no gains he does not make with you, and you fall back if he does not advance.  Take not his hand in anger, but in love, for in his progress do you count your own

The Meeting Place

Be very still an instant.  Come without all thought of what you ever learned before, and put aside all images you made.  The old will fall away before the new without your opposition or intent.  There will be no attack upon the things you thought were precious and in need of care.  There will be no assault upon your wish to hear a call that never has been made.  Nothing will hurt you in this holy place, to which you come to listen silently and learn the truth of what you are and what you really want.

Your Will Be Done

Your will be done, you holy Child of God.  It does not matter if you think you are in earth or in Heaven.  What your Father Wills of you can never change.

The truth in you remains as radiant as a star, as pure as light, as innocent as love itself.  And you are worthy that your will be done.

Beloved

In you is all of Heaven.  Every leaf that falls is given life in you.  Each bird that ever sang sings again for you.  And every flower that ever bloomed has saved its perfume and its loveliness for you.

What aim can supersede the Will of the Father and his Love of His Son?  Heaven is restored to him, for whom it was created, as his only home.  Nothing before it and nothing after it; no other place; no other state nor time.  Nothing beyond nor nearer.  Nothing else.  In any form.

This can the beloved bring to all the world.

Etched in Gold

Let me ask of you a precious gift.  It will be easy for you to give really, because it is all of what you are, and everything kind and loving and generous, whom I have always seen in you.  You need do nothing and I ask but your permission to take with me your blessing, which is the essence of the love I have always known is in you.  Please give this gift freely to me so that I may be saved and extend your present love into my eternal future.

From this moment a new life is born.  Mine.  Give freely your love, and then wish me God's speed, from your soft lips to my straining ear, for it is my new life upon who's Heart your face is etched in gold.

Because of Them

Because of Them the blood of hatred fades to let the grass grow again, and let the flowers be all white and sparkling in the summer sun.  What was a place of death has now become a living temple in a world of light.

Because of Them holiness has been lifted again to take it's ancient place upon an ancient throne.

Because of Them have miracles sprung up as grass and flowers on the barren ground that hate had scorched and rendered desolate.  What hate has wrought have They undone.

And now you stand on ground so holy Heaven leans to join with it, and make it like itself.

The shadow of an ancient hate has gone, and all the blight and withering have passed forever from the land where They have come.

Where They have come times purpose is fulfilled, for that Sonship has come home.

The holiest spots of all the spots on earth is where an ancient hatred has become a present love.

And what hatred has released to love becomes the brightest light in Heaven's radiance.

Beloved Andy

You are the holy Son of God, as God created you.  All else but this is folly.

Be glad how easily is hell undone now.  You have come far.  You have endured.  You are the Holy Son of God Himself.

You cannot suffer; you cannot be in pain; you cannot suffer loss, nor fail now to do all that salvation asks.

What are You

Andy, you are God's Son, complete and healed and whole, shining in reflection of His Love.  In you is His creation sanctified and guaranteed eternal life.  In you is love perfected, fear impossible, and joy established without opposite.  You are the holy home of God Himself.  You are the Heaven where His Love resides.  You are His holy sinlessness Itself, for in your purity abides His Own.

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God is with me.  I live and move in Him.

God is with me. He is my source of life, the life within, the air I breath, the food that sustains me, the water renews and cleanses me. He is my Home; the Spirit which directs my actions, offers me thoughts, guarantees my safety from pain.  He covers me with kindness.

I Can Go Home

Father, my home awaits. I will hasten there, Andy is already there, yet it awaits my glad return.  To be with my beloved son is all that matters.  What need have I to linger in a place of vain desires and of shattered dreams, when Heaven can so easily be mine?

If I choose I can depart this world entirely.  It is not death which makes this possible, but it is change of mind about the purpose of the world.

For the Love of God

Be still, and lay aside all thoughts of what you are and what God is; all concepts you have learned about the world; all images you hold about yourself.  Empty your mind of everything it thinks is true or false, or good or bad, of every thought it judges worthy, and all ideas of which it is ashamed.  Hold onto nothing.  Do not bring with you one thought the past has taught, nor one belief you ever learned before from anything.  Forget this world, forget this course, and come with wholly empty hands unto your God.