It was a warm rising spring in 1962, months before the Cuban missile crisis and a year following the Bay of Pigs invasion. A short happy four year-old walked down a street in Havana holding his parent’s hands on the way to a favored park not far from home. His feet often lifted off the ground and swung blissfully from his parent’s tall firm arms, enjoying moments of young innocence in an unforgiving negative world to his unawareness. It was a time of grave fear for war drew near, but the child sensed none of it living in a world of concocted trust and cheer. Instead, he dreamed of someday becoming a famous concert pianist and reaching far into the alluring mantle of stars beckoning his enamored soul. He wanted to learn about so many things, and creation was one of them, but he would soon take off on a journey of times long past, not really knowing why or whence.
To the left, a huge ornate building stood chillingly imposing across the street. Its bells rang an echoing monotonous tune that shuddered the heart’s deepest foundations. People crowded to this place from all directions drawn magnetically by the deadening sounds of reverberating steel. Men well groomed, ladies with scarf covering their hairs, children driven forth to purpose not yet clear to them. Then it was that my father turned to me and said, “This is the house of God. You will start coming here.”
When I heard these words, something immediately triggered unbearable panic. I twisted and jumped frantically trying to free myself from my parents and run desperately away, and cried out in helpless torrents several times with every ounce of strength my bosom could afford me, “This is the house of the devil! Don’t bring me here!”
Those heading toward the building stopped to witness my presumed “possessed” state and shook their heads sadly. Obviously, I knew something they did not, for I suffered a memory from past times that would not rest—I was reliving. God, devil, church, they were new terms for me in this life, but their essence surfaced from prior times, for Spanish had been a language I once used in previous learning journeys. So it was that I was forced into the religious system and my hatred swelled accordingly with the passage of time. But a beam of love kept me company for I was to learn truths beyond what this earth could provide.
I wondered where life came from and why I felt the personage I did since crib days. Life just couldn’t vanish into nothing, or come from nothing. Same with creation itself, there was something else beyond the physical, but I could not quite touch it yet. Then, when I was five, I saw a cigar-shaped mother ship and that changed everything—I knew. I began to search, devoured every book and magazine I could find. I sought the fountainhead and life on other worlds with an appetite that leaves the word “insane” far in milieu. At age thirteen, I finally stood up to those controlling my life and said—no! The moment I let go, I realized the light was there waiting for me.
Years later, I had an answer to that childhood reaction and recognized a life-long obsession to change or teach people away from religious beliefs—revenge thrived in me, not love. Lifetimes in Spain, Italy, and Mexico had involved both church and flames. I’ve met those responsible, some repeating the past while others implementing opposite activities, no different than I. Hatred and fears blinded me in this life to the point of inhibiting mental coherence, enhancing escape, and drowning in tears—it’s what I lived for. I was therefore a very disturbed man, consumed by my own destructive agenda.
I now understand that everyone chooses a path in their infinite quest for love, and there’s no one right way over another. What do I know of such infinite personal development plans but to interfere? School is in session and I’m not the teacher but a stu
dent. It’s the old self, the survivalist wanting to keep a foothold in this dimension, that I must focus on and know for it is the hidden purpose behind will that so righteously seems sound all too often. Herein is my renewed commitment to not interfere but serve as the light so advises. Though I falter, I shall learn, get up again, and move forward for legacy is the past and love is the future. Love is forgiving, considerate, selfless, and patient, the herald of soulic freedom and the monumental foundation of tranquility—love, oh how sweet it is.
Submitted by: Roberto Gaetan on 12/14/2014
Tagged with: Voice of Venus
Hello Roberto
You relate what appears to be a great breakthrough for you…congratulations. I work on myself with this concept all the time, always seems there is more to learn. The fact that I am not here to fix anybody but myself forces me to focus on the man in the mirror…but it is also very freeing.
Until later my friend
Well put, brother!
That’s a fascinating dynamic, isn’t it? The House of God belonging to that vengeful demon-god Yahweh, featured in the old testament, who is somehow either declared to be one and the same as, or the father of, Jesus, who in reality seemed intent on nothing but freeing man from the specter of this vengeful, hateful god?
I’m sure many of us here remember hearing, for the first time, the story of Adam and Eve, and wondering how obtaining the “Knowledge of Good and Evil,” could possibly be a bad thing! Come to learn later that this “devil’s serpent” actually represented the sine wave, and as such the path to the true, scientific and spiritual understanding of man. So I guess it turns out that the roles of the devil and god in this story are actually reversed!
In the Infinite Perspectus book, the moderator goes into a lot of these ancient religious stories and parables in detail, giving the true intended spiritual meanings behind each of them, which is a relief, considering they’ve been subject to thousands of years of translations, interpretations and strange assumptions.
Isn’t it interesting too, that as you said, “I now understand that everyone chooses a path in their infinite quest for love, and there’s no one right way over another,” that this means too that there is no one path to destruction either? That often times, in developing a strong resistance to what we perceive as “evil”, which may very well be evil, we develop this resistance so strongly that it in itself becomes a very negative association, and we now have two seemingly opposed forces that are quite similar to one another in that they are both based on destructive, negative tendencies, and in fact when we develop any attitude based on spite, no matter how noble we might consider our cause or how evil the cause of our enemies, we are inevitably interlinking those and any proceeding thought patterns with the original negative force that inspired the resentment of this evil.
It sounds like we both have a long past-life history of doings such things, as “evil begets evil,” but hey, looks like we’re finally wising up!
Thank you Gary. Your Proselytizing testimonial helped inspire me 🙂
Hi Roberto,
Bravo, wonderful recognition! I understand about having religion thrust upon you at a very young age (I was raised Catholic), and I understand rebelling against it because we remembered what happened in past lives. You were a very inquisitive child wondering about creation and the universe, and that served you well in later seeking the true path to the Light. As a child, I often wondered about the universe too, and none of the deeper questions I had could ever be answered by the church. All those questions we had when we were young brought us to the true Science of Unarius. Yes, “everyone chooses a path in their infinite quest for love, and there’s no one right way over another.” Well said and so true. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Love and Light to you,
Madilyn
Emerald Hurrahs, Roberto! I’m glad that you were able to find your way out of the dark loop; I can feel the joy. I look at small children today who rebel against things, that long ago, children just accepted, and wonder what they are reliving. “Though I falter, I shall learn, get up again and move forward…” I love that!
Greetings Roberto,
How oft have we chosen a path at the start of each new incarnation on some planet only to deviate here and there on that path in our quest to find out who we are and where we are going. And in that questing have we not remarked to our self along the way these few simple words, “If I knew then what I know now”.
Sometimes the path we follow may be a dark one or a lighted one, but without both, we would have no comparison to choose which we wish to follow.
A mirror and the Unarius Library are wonderful tools….I use all often.
Great realizations Roberto, and you were fortunate a priest didn’t throw his holy water on you with all that fuss you said you had made when your father introduced you to a church:)
Love and Light,
Lesley