Nature’s Blessings
All wisdom, all knowledge flows through the collective cosmic consciousness. And it flows endlessly, eternally. From time to time, yogis and mystics, saints and seers, theologians and philosophers, artists and performers, scientists and scholars have dipped into this fathomless stream of consciousness and fished out treasures for the benefit of humankind.
The supreme consciousness broods over the creation, which holds to its bosom the day and night, the good and the bad, magnificent and hideous, the sura and the asura with equal ease.
Yet, there is a certain degree of harmony, no, a lot more harmony, in the cosmos, in nature, than man has been able to or ever will be able to destroy. But when ego reigns supreme, and mind is
Bechamp must have been fascinated by looking through his microscope at those ‘little bodies’embedded in the limestone, throbbing with life falsely perceived as Self, then the same man who created a Taj Mahal is capable of creating the atom bomb. A Mahatma Gandhi and a Hitler spring out of the same stream of consciousness. The same mind sees creation in a grain of sand and also stares at
death and destruction on battlefields.
It is rather fascinating that over 150 years ago, almost at the same time, in different parts of the globe, a similar positive thought was taking shape to protect mankind from
death and disease. And it was almost as if
Nature was creating a defence mechanism against the simultaneous birthing of the negative thought process. It could not be a coincidence but by design that individuals with scientific bent of mind so far from each other—in France, Germany, Italy, India, the UK and the US—came to same conclusions about the unity of
life and disease.
Yet humanity today is suffering because it ignored the words of wisdom and allowed its myopic mind to trample over truth. And it continues to do so. It is so often forgotten that what we have caused is bound to have effect, sooner or later.
Man, when he acquires heaps and heaps of knowledge, erroneously thinks that he has gained wisdom. Wisdom flows from
Nature alone. And we can partake of it if we flow along with it.
What we need is a mind that can rebuild or recreate what has got destroyed or mutilated in ignorance, and not a mind that creates nuclear holocaust. What we need is a mind that harmonises and not one which disrupts or blocks the way forward. What we need is a mind that takes humanity one step further towards
evolution and not one which makes us regress.
Bechamp’s was probably one such mind, which in its fascination with creation, sought to prove
life in organisms of infinitesimal size, and succeeded. He must have felt, he must have touched the continuity of
life as he gently held that piece of limestone of immense antiquity from the Tertiary period. He must have been fascinated with the thought of peering into his microscope and looking at those ‘little bodies’ embedded in the limestone, throbbing with
life even thousands of years later.
But Bechamp certainly could not have anticipated that those magnificent, tiny, colourful objects, the latter day viruses and bacteria, would be bestowed the notoriety of causing so much suffering to mankind. Because he wasn`t aware that from the same stream of consciousness sprung up another thought, which in its arrogance, sought to negate creation and celebrate
death and disease. And it continues to do so because man proved to be too frail to make the right choices.
Here is someone who, over a century later, connected so well to Bechamp that his effusive joy flowed poetically, almost spiritually, in praise of the self-creating and self-destroying microzymas. Here, they almost become the microcosmic play of the macrocosmic forces: ‘‘The microzymas are in the cells and outside the cells, in the body and outside the body, they are in the earth, they are in the sky, they are in the sea, they survive (although they may be changed) when the cells and the body dies. They are seen to reproduce, and they are seen to clump together and produce cells.
‘‘They roll upon the wave, they scroll through the skies. They may be in the genes; they may be the genes (chromatin granules). Whatever they are they are soft, they are poetic, they are difficult compared to the simplicity of having an ‘enemy’, they are a gentle way of answering the vicious myths behind American Medicine, and for these and other reasons they are close to my heart, and I hope you will like them too!’’
Nature’s Blessings
All wisdom, all knowledge flows through the collective cosmic consciousness. And it flows endlessly, eternally. From time to time, yogis and mystics, saints and seers, theologians and philosophers, artists and performers, scientists and scholars have dipped into this fathomless stream of consciousness and fished out treasures for the benefit of humankind.The supreme consciousness broods over the creation, which holds to its bosom the day and night, the good and the bad, magnificent and hideous, the sura and the asura with equal ease.
Yet, there is a certain degree of harmony, no, a lot more harmony, in the cosmos, in nature, than man has been able to or ever will be able to destroy. But when ego reigns supreme, and mind is Bechamp must have been fascinated by looking through his microscope at those ‘little bodies’embedded in the limestone, throbbing with life
falsely perceived as Self, then the same man who created a Taj Mahal is capable of creating the atom bomb. A Mahatma Gandhi and a Hitler spring out of the same stream of consciousness. The same mind sees creation in a grain of sand and also stares at death and destruction on battlefields.
It is rather fascinating that over 150 years ago, almost at the same time, in different parts of the globe, a similar positive thought was taking shape to protect mankind from death and disease. And it was almost as if Nature was creating a defence mechanism against the simultaneous birthing of the negative thought process. It could not be a coincidence but by design that individuals with scientific bent of mind so far from each other—in France, Germany, Italy, India, the UK and the US—came to same conclusions about the unity of life and disease.
Yet humanity today is suffering because it ignored the words of wisdom and allowed its myopic mind to trample over truth. And it continues to do so. It is so often forgotten that what we have caused is bound to have effect, sooner or later.
Man, when he acquires heaps and heaps of knowledge, erroneously thinks that he has gained wisdom. Wisdom flows from Nature alone. And we can partake of it if we flow along with it.
What we need is a mind that can rebuild or recreate what has got destroyed or mutilated in ignorance, and not a mind that creates nuclear holocaust. What we need is a mind that harmonises and not one which disrupts or blocks the way forward. What we need is a mind that takes humanity one step further towards evolution and not one which makes us regress.
Bechamp’s was probably one such mind, which in its fascination with creation, sought to prove life in organisms of infinitesimal size, and succeeded. He must have felt, he must have touched the continuity of life as he gently held that piece of limestone of immense antiquity from the Tertiary period. He must have been fascinated with the thought of peering into his microscope and looking at those ‘little bodies’ embedded in the limestone, throbbing with life even thousands of years later.
But Bechamp certainly could not have anticipated that those magnificent, tiny, colourful objects, the latter day viruses and bacteria, would be bestowed the notoriety of causing so much suffering to mankind. Because he wasn`t aware that from the same stream of consciousness sprung up another thought, which in its arrogance, sought to negate creation and celebrate death and disease. And it continues to do so because man proved to be too frail to make the right choices.
Here is someone who, over a century later, connected so well to Bechamp that his effusive joy flowed poetically, almost spiritually, in praise of the self-creating and self-destroying microzymas. Here, they almost become the microcosmic play of the macrocosmic forces: ‘‘The microzymas are in the cells and outside the cells, in the body and outside the body, they are in the earth, they are in the sky, they are in the sea, they survive (although they may be changed) when the cells and the body dies. They are seen to reproduce, and they are seen to clump together and produce cells.
‘‘They roll upon the wave, they scroll through the skies. They may be in the genes; they may be the genes (chromatin granules). Whatever they are they are soft, they are poetic, they are difficult compared to the simplicity of having an ‘enemy’, they are a gentle way of answering the vicious myths behind American Medicine, and for these and other reasons they are close to my heart, and I hope you will like them too!’’