Happiness is Your Destiny

By Luce Editore

Discover your hidden Name and you can follow its calling. The pursuit of happiness is universal. The inner impulse that impels each one of us in its pursuit is, however, unique to each individual. This impulse has a form a shape and a sound. Until we can see it we cannot reproduce it. Until we reproduce, manifest and live it on earth where all can enjoy it, we will not experience the lasting peace and eternal joy for which we long. Happiness is Your Destiny will take you on a journey that leads to a vision of this inner force which, in reality, is your own Eternal Self longing, struggling, to be seen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luce Editore
• Release date: Jun 23, 2012
• ISBN: 9780615648163

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HAPPINESS

IS

YOUR DESTINY

HAPPINESS

IS

YOUR DESTINY

by

A A Nelson

Copyright 2012 by Luce Editore.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

1: The Traveler

2: The New Land

3: New Sounds

4: New Sights

5: The Soul

6: Conception

7: A Home for the Soul

8: The Living Words

9: The Keys to the Kingdom

PROLOGUE

There are certain spiritual rhythms that unlock corresponding keys in the spiritual heart of man, certain spiritual tones and overtones that open the doors of chamber rooms of man’s mind. Secrets are revealed. New sights and visions are discovered as one upon one man enters into the rooms and takes up residence in the mansion that lies within the human form.

A path must be followed if man wishes to enter into this magnificent residence, a path that may lead him through dark forest and trying experiences. He may travel over parched deserts and barren fields, seemingly wandering without a vision of his destination. Myriad experiences and trails fill his days and nights, his months and years. Still man does travel on, drawn unmercifully as by an invisible cord which never ceases to tug upon his form, upon his heart, forcing that heart to beat, forcing the form to move ever forward upon the path.

Man is ceaselessly forced to move and act, breathing as he does so the ethers that maintain the flame of life within the form. Never is he allowed to rest, never may he cease to move and act. Always he must travel, ever expanding the roadways within the mind that will someday reveal to him that which he longs for, that which he hopes to see; the end of his voyage, the conclusion of his trials. He may not know where it will end, but he feels there is a goal. He knows there is some purpose he will have served if only he can but end the seemingly endless voyage.

Man is very, very close to seeing the divine mansion that awaits him. Now is not the time to grow faint of heart, to succumb to fear. Now is not the time to stumble, to fall short of the final effort. For all his labor, for all his courage, man is soon to be rewarded with a vision of his Self that will more than recompense him for his efforts. The trials which he has undergone will seem as nothing to him when he sees the castle that awaits him.

How high its turrets, they pierce the celestial realms. How great the grounds which await his unhurried pleasures. How beautiful the songs his minstrels sing as they welcome him home.

The Grand Abode awaits man, it is but the crossing of one last bridge that he must accomplish, one last bend in the road that when past will allow him to see his Paradise lost. Now he understands why he could not stop. Now he understands why he could not rest. The song of his homeland still played in his heart. It sang to him as an enchanting melody which, though buried from his conscious mind, played on as a dim memory of something too sweet, too wonderful, too divine to ignore.

Man has a dim and slumbering memory of his celestial home and it causes him to follow the yearnings that its music creates within him. He carries within his heart the seeds of his own magical keys, the musical keys that will, upon his arrival at the castle’s door, turn the locks which open the gates, the gates to paradise. When man hears the music of his very own Soul he will, at the same time, see the mansion and heaven’s door and he will find as if by magic that the keys to this estate are resting within the palm of his hand.

Man will step to that door as a grand master, as the true proprietor of this kingdom. He can prove this land is his because he has possession of the keys. He knows the secret code. He has seen and read the Sacred Doctrine and he has signed his true and Eternal Name to that scroll. He has, therefore, declared his right as true master, guardian and caretaker of this divine Plan, to pass the gates and take possession of his home.

1.

The Traveler

Just beyond the fingertips of man’s sensory reach lies a world of infinite beauty and intelligence. It is a garden of bliss, a paradise of joyful activity, and it is awaiting man’s arrival. Man stands at the threshold of this garden and stares blindly at its gates. He stands as if transfixed and does not enter.

The inhabitants of this wondrous place watch, wondering why man will not enter. They long for him to join them for in truth, without man the garden and its inhabitants will not survive. Sorrowful this garden grows as it awaits man’s step. Longing turns to despair as man refuses to advance. In desperation the dwellers of the garden raise their collective voices in an enchanting song hoping to entice him to enter and yet man stands, seemingly deaf as well as blind. The song turns into a cry. The garden weeps. The heart breaks to watch the desperate longing, and still man will not move. Is his heart made of stone? No, he is simply blind, blind and deaf to all that stands beyond the sensations of the self.

Between man and the garden there stands a magical mirror, and man has caught sight of himself in that mirror. So enraptured is he by this glimpse of his own reflection that, in hopes of seeing more of himself, he will go not one step further.

Man has seen himself on the mirror of physical life and he is captivated by this reflection. That which he sees himself to be is an image conceived of the brain’s ability to give form and shape to the messages sent to it by and through his sensory system. It is a beautiful image, the results of eons of creative work. Man is neither to be blamed nor shamed for delighting in that which he sees. He can, however, be criticized and held responsible for the blockage of further ‘vehicle development’ which would allow him to see and enjoy still more of that very presence, the awareness of which so delights him.

But to see more of himself requires man to travel further along the evolutionary path, and man is not taking the steps necessary to travel that path. So involved is he in that which he now sees upon the screen of his mind that he plows all of his effort and all of his energy on to aggrandizing that vision of self which his brain holds firmly in front of him.

Man dedicates the entire span of his physical life to the task of focusing on that which he sees himself to be, little realizing that the only real way that he can effect that image on anything but the most fleeting bases is to supply the brain with more information.

Man’s image of ‘self’ will truly remain within the very fixed framework of the messages of his own sensory system, no matter how clever his brain may become at mixing and organizing that information. Thus, limited as it is to the five senses for its sources of information, there will be inherent to man vision of ‘self’ the boundaries which his own form imposes. This system can never paint for him the picture of his own true identity and so he will always feel lack. He will always feel need.

If any man’s image of self was truly satisfying and totally fulfilling, he would have no true incentive to expand the image that he sees. But if man were happy and joyful at all that he sees regarding himself he would, would he not, be seeing himself in paradise.

Clearly man does not abide in a state of bliss and joy. Clearly he has not passed the gates that stand at the entrance of the garden. To enter into paradise man must let go of the image in the mirror and he must begin to turn his eyes and footsteps on to the path of evolution; the path that will lead him through the gates of his true domain.

The Journey

Man may stand upon the path of evolution, but in truth it is not he who is the traveler. Hence it will not be man’s goals and man’s desires which, when fulfilled, mark the progress of the voyage. It is not man but Life that is the traveler and Life travels the paths of evolution through the process of vehicle development.

It is Life that is the traveler and so it is Life’s goals and Life’s desires which, when met, lay claim to progress made upon the path. Life is the traveler and man is but one of many vehicles along the way to a very clear and very definite purpose which marks the journey’s end. Physical man will carry Life to the gates of paradise, but physical man, that is to say man of physical vision, will not pass those gates. The man who will cross the threshold and carry Life on into paradise will be another. He who will enter paradise will be Life’s perfect vehicle, the zenith of Life’s efforts and Life’s accomplishment for this man will possess spiritual vision: he will see both Life and the paradise in which Life wishes to live.

The Goal

Limited to physical vision, man sees