THE MASTER SCULPTOR
While writing my previous chapter (H) How Miraculous Events Occur and Water’s Role in Creation [link above and at the end] I had lamented having lost the poem I wrote about water titled The Master Sculptor wishing I could include it. Five or six years ago I posted it on my Facebook page which has been taken down and I have since been banned from having one without an explanation. I suspect it was removed due to my posting concerns about the synthetic mRna shahts and the childhood fax a nation schedule. I recently tried to create another and new FB page. It was declined and I was informed that I will never have a FB account (exact wording I do not recall). Gosh, what a terrible person I must be. It may also be because of my warnings against Meta’s Goggles, not posted on FB but elsewhere. It has since been observed that children whose parents regularly give them these goggles to placate them have, among other concerns, a highly developed visual cortex yet an underdeveloped neocortex throughout the rest of their brains.
Recently, I paused in my reading of Dr. Iain McGilchrist’s two volume book, or tome, The Matter With Things and began reading a book about the brain (its structure, function and disorders) wanting to further my knowledge of the anatomy of the central and peripheral nervous system before continuing to read his book. Years ago I read his now famous book The Master and His Emissary. Dr. McGilchrist is an expert on the differences between the left and right hemispheres of the brain and the reasons for those differences. He also attributes many of humanity’s social, psychological and environmental problems due to the over regard of the left hemisphere’s faculties and diminished regard of the right hemisphere’s faculties throughout modern society. His views are strongly empirically validated and the question is, will we change course as a result of his and others similar findings?
Then, just a few days ago, needing a break from such intense scientific subject matter, I put both books aside and returned to my favorite spiritual book, A Course In Miracles. Though it too is considerable intellectual reading, it’s one of those books you can start anywhere and find great teachings that lift one’s spirit – that’s been my experience anyway. I’ve begun reading from the start even though over several years now I’ve already read and reviewed the entire book. In doing so this time, I ignored my many handwritten notes in the margins. Then I read one. It was very good. So I flipped through the 200 pages I had recently reviewed and read the many notes that I skipped over and some I had not yet come upon. And lo and behold, when I got to page 444 I found my handwritten poem at the bottom of the page.
THE MASTER SCULPTOR
As the Master’s water and stone sculpting over eons proceeds,
The unveiling reveals Earth’s majestic mountain peaks.
Softly draped in pure white snow, where
From the Master’s hands the holy water flows.
From Heaven above the Artist drifts, drips, pours, pools and extends.
Oh love my work, most precious life, oh please love! the Sculptor beckons.
From there I decided to jump ahead from where I had left off and start reading on page 445, Chapter 21 – REASON AND PERCEPTION. The introduction states that projection makes perception. What you see is witness to your state of mind, “As a man thinketh, so does he perceive.” Everything looked upon with vision is healed and holy. Vision – meaning that without judgement the truth is revealed. Thus, orders of difficulty in miracles are meaningless [well worth pondering]. Nothing perceived without vision means anything, and where there is no meaning there is chaos. If you see holiness and hope, you’ve joined the will of God and set him free [his son, all our brothers and sisters].
The Forgotten Song
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The first subtitle The Forgotten Song in Chapter 21 states, The world the sightless “see” must be imagined, for what it really looks like is unknown to them. They infer from evidence forever indirect and reconstruct their inferences as they stumble and fall (keep these words in mind) because of what they did not recognize – or instead walk unharmed through open doorways that they thought were closed. And so it is with you.
Here below I can provide exact and recent, just now as I am rereading A Course in Miracles, evidence of those words and writing this piece is certainly getting my attention. It is synchronistic. What I report is not spectacular, a little boring even but bear with me. It describes typical everyday experiences, yet undeniably demonstrates ACIM’s clear message.
Five weeks or so ago (as of this writing) I had been intermittently recalling three previous injuries during the past decade where I had healed and rather quickly though I was 64 years of age when the first one occurred. I thought how lucky I was that they healed as well and as fast as they did. All of the injuries were due to falls.
The first and worst, was a severely broken left arm, the humerus bone. It had broken through in two places – the top of the humerus bone underneath the greater tubercle and a chunk of the greater tubercle had broken off. This is how it happened: A friend and I were briskly walking on a cold Halloween night along a sidewalk through a residential neighborhood toward his car when I stepped outside of the sidewalk onto the grassy area next to it to avoid branches from a bush extending into the sidewalk. What I did not see was a dark brown rusty utility sewage or water pipe around ten inches in diameter, closed with a lid, and protruding around four inches above the grass. My foot hit it, launching me forward and downward onto my left shoulder. It was exceedingly painful and my friend drove me to the hospital that night. Other than a pain injection, prescribed pain pills, x-rays and a sling (no cast), after a month or so the bones made their way back to their correct positions and healed. Initially the doctor had informed me that, because of my age and although I am healthy and fit, I would probably need surgery. I didn’t, thank God.
Then a few years later, in my late 60s, due to a repetitive leg, hip and buttocks exercise, I developed a pain in my right hip. I should have known better and ceased doing the exercise sooner than I did. Eventually I determined that it was tendonitis, an inflammation of the tendons around the great trochanter and along the iliac crest. Finally, I did stop doing the exercises and avoided stressing those anatomical structures as much as possible and the injury, over several months (tendonitis takes a long time to heal) was 75% better. But spring was coming and I was eager to bike and hike. So I made an appointment to see a physician at a nearby clinic thinking they perhaps had some treatments that would accelerate the healing process.
All I can say is, without going into the specifics yet it was quite obvious in several ways, all they cared about was making as much money as possible and in doing so making the injury far worse than it was when I first walked in the door. One thing they told me was that I needed to use their physical therapy facility and there I was told to stretch it. I knew stretching was not how you treat tendonitis, but I did as the physical therapist suggested thinking he knew best. It immediately got worse and that entire spring and summer I could not hike or bike. Eventually, with the help of a chiropractor, it did heal. They work with athletic injuries a good deal, including specifically the one I had.
The next injury, around a year ago and now in my 70s, was to my foot at the top beneath the ankle on the right side. I was wearing loose fitting sandals and as I walked over an area rug in my living room, the sandal got caught on the corner of the rug and I stumbled and fell straight down twisting my foot to the extent I could feel and hear a tearing of tissues. It soon began to swell and bruise. Yet, how lucky I was! It healed within a few days and I was soon back to walking normally and exercising. I threw the sandals away to avoid a repeat of the accident. To this day I can’t see how the accident logically occured – I should have easily avoided the fall despite the front of the sandal being caught in the corner of the rug.
Again, as already stated, I was intermittently mentally recalling those three injuries over a few days five weeks ago and feeling grateful for my healing. Also during this same time, I had committed to using my left hand and arm as much as possible for right brain hemisphere (motor cortex) development exercises. [Note: the right hemisphere of the brain operates the left side of the body and vice versa]. Here I’ll add, I find it interesting that although I began using the computer mouse entirely with my left hand around a decade ago and found that I soon became and still am quite adept with the manipulation of the device with my left hand, I don’t see any other left hand coordination development other than that specific function. The brain, I have since learned, can be quite specific in its neural functions. Anyway, I had also decided during this time, when I was reflecting on those previous injuries, to further develop my left hand coordination, thus right brain hemisphere, during everyday tasks such as eating, drinking, reaching for objects, etc. Yet, I grew frustrated that I kept forgetting to switch and would use my right arm and hand as usual.
Consider these repeated thoughts about injuries due to falls over a four day span beginning five weeks ago :
– Broken bones in my left upper arm and shoulder.
– Tendon injuries to my right hip surrounding the great trochanter and up into the iliac crest.
– Injury to my right foot above the ankle.
– As well, my decision to use my left hand and arm for everyday tasks but kept forgetting to do so.
Four weeks ago today, following my injuries ruminations, I was wearing loose fitting slippers and repeated the very same accident where I had previously twisted my ankle, only this time by a slipper not a sandal, getting caught in the corner of my living room area rug launching me forward and downward onto the floor. Again, I don’t see how I did not avoid the fall. Despite my age, I have fast reflexes and do yoga balancing exercises. My balance is better than it was in my youth. This time however, I was holding a cup of coffee and could not brace myself with my right hand and arm. I landed hard on my right shoulder, right hip and twisted my right ankle. The right ankle showed the very same previous injury’s symptoms — a swelling and bruising of the top right side of my right foot. I also sustained a bruise in my hip area where my right great trochanter is and I strained the muscles above my right iliac crest. And worst of all, a tearing of the right shoulder’s inner tissues referred to as a torn rotator cup. The swelling and bruising as a result has been no less than extraordinary, a grotesque bulging in the lower half of my right bicep (thankfully it was just swelling and has disappeared). And the most surprising and changing vivid colorings of the severe bruises in my right pectoral muscle, bicep, triceps and forearm. As well, now I am forced to use my left hand for everything.
There’s been much healing thus far, though not yet a hundred percent. I have not seen a doctor. I fashioned my own sling, tucking the arm (not putting it through the right arm hole) into stretchy nylon athletic tops holding it in place next to my body, particularly during sleep, and that seems to have helped.
Consider these injuries following my repeated thoughts about quite similar injuries over four days prior to the recent fall, as of today, four weeks ago.
– Considerable Injury to the rotator cup in my upper right arm and shoulder.
– Injury to the soft tissue surrounding the great trochanter and muscles above the iliac crest.
– Injury to my right foot above the ankle.
– And my repeated mentally expressed frustrations during this time by constantly forgetting to use my left hand, yet now forced to do so for everything. Although that necessity and associated pain has diminished considerably.
My repeated thoughts regarding my past injuries produced my perceived experience. ACIM: what you see is the witness to your state of mind, “As a man thinketh, so does he perceive.” Perception is a key word here. With the internet and so many extraordinary supernatural accounts, testimonies of alien abductions and visitations, threats of never heard of before diseases, transhumanism, technology manipulated election outcomes, technologies, tracking, spying and its manipulations of our very thoughts, media fear mongering, censoring and propaganda and so on, most of us don’t know what to believe, or what is true.
Yet clearly, what I had been ruminating for a few days over five weeks ago, became my very experience a week later. It was not just a series of accidents, it was a clear message that I am going to have to pay attention to and change what I focus my thoughts and attention on.
After the second time I stumbled and fell, I retrieved from the garage this large (36″ X 48″) oil painting of mine titled Learn How to Play and placed it on the easel in my living room to block my walking over my area rug where I’ve fallen twice to make sure I don’t do it again.
Then a couple of days ago I read another handwritten note following my poem on page 444, The Master Sculptor, in the margins on page 447 of ACIM. The note is about a charming synchronicity I experienced.
But first, here’s what the book states, “Listen, perhaps you’ll catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim perhaps, yet not altogether unfamiliar; like a song whose name is long forgotten, and the circumstances in which you heard it completely unremembered. Not the whole song has stayed with you, but just a wisp of a melody, not attached to a person or a place or anything in particular. But you remember just from this little part, how lovely the song was, how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you. The notes are nothing. Yet you have kept them with you as a soft reminder of what would make you weep if you remembered how dear it was to you.”
It’s not dated so I don’t know when in the margin I wrote it with an arrow pointing to the paragraph above: “I had just heard two notes, flute-like, in the shower. I did not know of their origin. I just got out of the shower and now sitting here with a towel on my head, I read this!!!”
These observations, reading A Course in Miracles and writing this essay has changed me.
Peace, Love and Flowers,
Leslie Taylor – Boise, Idaho, April 8, 2025
San Francisco Victorian Porch an oil painting by Leslie Taylor (my maiden name was Maggy)
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