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Harry Pond  Looks  Homeward    

Jay Allan  Luboff  


Harry Pond  Looks  Homeward    

Jay Allan  Luboff  

Harry Pond  Looks   Homeward:   The Spiritual Adventures of an Ohio Farm Boy  

By Jay Allan Luboff CHAPTER  SIXTEEN  

FOREST  PASSAGE  WITH  THE  GUARDIAN   Searching  and  searching  to  find  ourselves;  one  day  it  happens  and  we  KNOW  we  are  home     With   Becky   home   from   work,   we   spent   our   days   over   the   next   few   months   visiting   the   forest  and  doing  the  homework  given  to  us  by  our  teachers.     Becky  spent  more  and  more  time  in  the  forest  alone,  and  though  she  didn’t  speak  very  much   about  her  lessons,  I  knew  they  were  changing  her.  Her  body,  for  one,  was  becoming  more  lean   as  she  changed  her  eating  habits.  She  was  interested  in  vegetable  meals  and  gradually  gave  up   meat  in  her  diet.  Her  spirit  remained  as  strong  as  ever,  but  she  became  more  inward  and  silent,   as  if  her  visits  to  the  forest  were  somehow  helping  her  become  strong  and  quiet,  like  the  forest   itself.     As  for  me,  the  Guardian  came  often.  Yet,  shortly  after  Uncle  Julius’  visit,  something  changed   in  our  lessons.  I’d  now  adopted  a  habit  to  go  to  the  forest  each  morning  for  daily  walks  with  the   Guardian.   This   morning,   he’d   been   speaking   about   the   origins   of   separate   thought   from   God   and  wanted  to  “show”  me  the  results  of  the  separation  from  the  “Oneness,”  as  he  called  it.  We   walked   deep   into   the   forest,   eventually   walking   along   a   small   deer   trail   that   ran   off   the   main   forest  path,  to  arrive  at  a  clearing  encircled  by  trees.    


Harry Pond  Looks  Homeward    

Jay Allan  Luboff  

I  knew  this  clearing  well,  as  I’d  come  here  often  as  a  boy.  My  father  would  bring  me  to  this   place,  and  together  we’d  spend  nights  camping  in  the  forest.  In  the  middle  of  the  clearing  lay   the  charred  rock-­‐‑remains  of  the  forest  campsite  that  Dad  and  I  had  made  so  many,  many  years   back.     I  felt  so  engrossed  with  the  Guardian’s  story  of  creation,  at  first  I  didn’t  notice  the  path  we   were  on,  at  least  not  until  we  arrived  at  the  old  campsite.  It  had  been  so  long  ago  since  I’d  been   here,  but  I  knew  this  place,  very  well!  A  smile  of  joy  crossed  my  face  as  I  remembered  the  nights   Dad  and  I  spent  under  the  stars  here  together.       The  Guardian  stopped  talking  as  we  arrived,  giving  me  a  moment  to  reminisce  about  the   past,  but  soon  continued,  “Here  we  will  stay  for  awhile.  Today  is  a  special  day.  It’s  the   anniversary  of  the  day  your  grandparents  came  to  this  area  and  bought  the  farm  and  their  share   of  the  forest.  Your  remembrance  of  this  place  is  important.  It’s  here  that  your  father  chose  to   bring  you  to  initiate  you  to  the  forest  mysteries.  Many  of  these  have  been  lost  to  your  memory,   but  now  together  we  will  revive  them.   And  then,  as  if  by  magic,  I  found  myself  literally  transported  back  to  my  youth,  to  the  first   time   my   father   and   I   ever   came   to   sleep   in   the   forest.   I   saw   myself   at   the   age   of   five   as   if   a   watcher  of  the  scenes  of  my  own  life.  We  were  just  arriving  at  the  clearing.  This  open  part  of  the   forest   felt   very   new,   as   if   it   had   only   recently   been   cleared.   No   campsite   or   charred   rocks   remained   at   the   site.   The   forest   was   thick   then   with   young   evergreen   shoots.   A   little   creek   branch   ran   across   the   lower   edge   of   the   clearing.   As   we   arrived,   Dad   put   us   immediately   to   work   gathering   rocks   for   the   campsite.   I   couldn’t   really   carry   any   of   the   big   ones,   but   what   I   could   carry,   I   did,   while   Dad   gathered   the   heavier   rocks.   These   are   the   rocks   that   are   still   present  to  this  very  day.  As  I  watched  us,  I  noticed  that  we  weren’t  building  a  round  fire  pit,  but   that   Dad   had   a   different   idea.   With   my   little   stones   and   his   larger   ones,   he   had   us   make   a   common   pile.   When   we’d   gathered   all   he   thought   we’d   need,   he   sat   down   with   me   and   explained   what   we   were   going   to   do.   The   scene   stirred   deep   memories   within,   for   I   had   no   recollection   of   it   in   my   conscious   mind   …   until   now.   Still,   as   I   watched,   I   had   the   eerie   experience   of   watching   a   scene   that   I   had   participated   in   as   a   child,   and   at   the   same   time   of   consciously  remembering,  in  the  present,  the  actual  events  of  the  scene.  Dad’s  words  rang  in  my   mind.   “Harry,”   he   said,   “we   will   be   coming   here   for   a   few   years   and   then   we   will   stop.   Our   purpose  is  for  you  to  know  this  area  of  the  forest.  One  day  you’ll  be  brought  back  here  and  it   will  start  a  process  of  remembering  within  you  that  will  be  very  important.”  With  that  he  began   to  explain  to  me  how  we  were  going  to  build  the  campfire  that  we’d  use  at  this  spot—on  that   evening  and  on  the  other  evenings  that  we  came  to  be  in  the  forest.  “First,”  he  said,  “what  we’re   building   here   is   an   altar,   a   symbol   to   the   Light,   that   we   will   use   to   keep   us   warm   at   night   in   body  and  spirit.  Though  you  may  not  remember  this  time  as  you  grow  up  it  will  come  back  to   you  and  there  will  be  a  time  for  you  to  know  this  place  and  its  importance.”  We  started  then  to   build  the  campfire,  rock-­‐‑by-­‐‑rock.  Dad  had  a  plan.  He  knew  exactly  where  each  rock  went,  and   he  also  seemed  to  know  which  rocks  he  should  put  down  and  which  ones  that  I  would  place.  I   watched   my   little   hands   as   they   struggled   to   lift   the   sometimes   too   heavy   rocks   that   Dad   had   me  carry,  and  yet  all  the  while  I  rejoiced  at  the  effort,  for  just  being  him  was  enough  for  me,  as  I   loved  him  dearly.    


Harry Pond  Looks  Homeward    

Jay Allan  Luboff  

The  little  five-­‐‑year  old  boy  that  I  was  saw  it  all  as  fun.  I  lifted  little  rocks  and  bigger  ones   and  alternately  ran  and  stumbled  over  to  the  area  of  the  campfire,  but  eventually  the  pile  of   rocks  that  Dad  had  us  collect  was  gone.  In  its  place  was  what  looked  at  first  appearance  to  be  a   normal  campfire,  but  upon  closer  inspection  it  was  shaped  in  a  large  round  heart  shape,  and  in   the  middle  was  a  rough  image  of  the  same  fleur-­‐‑de-­‐‑lys  pattern  that  I  had  seen  on  my  first  journey   with  the  Guardian,  and  on  the  wall  of  my  parents’  bedroom.  The  leaves  of  the  fleur-­‐‑de-­‐‑lys   crossed  in  the  middle  of  the  heart,  and  as  I  watched  I  saw  Dad  begin  to  build  the  first  fire  of  this   fledgling  campsite’s  life  directly  over  the  point  where  the  fleur-­‐‑de-­‐‑lys  crossed.  I  watched  the  little   boy  I  was  and  how  exciting  it  was  for  me  to  be  there  with  my  father.  And  yet,  I  also  saw  the   tears  that  came  to  my  little  eyes  as  the  first  sparks  of  the  fledgling  fire  caught.  Somehow,  even   then  I  knew  the  importance  of  this  place,  and  that  Dad  wouldn’t  always  be  with  me  when  I   returned  to  it.   The  Guardian’s  voice  interrupted  my  private  thoughts  about  that  moment.  “We  have   come,”  he  said,  “to  stir  your  memory  about  this  place;  for  it’s  here  that  your  father  told  you  of   the  mysteries  of  Light  that  are  the  Brotherhood’s  ‘secrets.’  “We  know  that  you’re  wondering   why  you  have  no  memory  of  this  time,  and  even  why  your  father  didn’t  speak  of  these  things   when  you  were  ever  so  young.  “The  answer  to  this  question  resides  in  the  rules  of  the   Brotherhood  that  were  given  to  your  father  at  the  time  of  your  birth…and  before.  Each  person,   or  ‘life  stream’,  has  many  contracts  with  others  to  help  them  on  their  way  regarding  awakening   their  consciousness  to  their  own  unique  Light.  Our  job  in  the  Brotherhood  is  to  work  with  both   those  who  are  awakening  and  with  those  others  who’ve  made  agreements  with  them  to  lend  a   hand  on  their  journey  of  awakening.  “Your  father  knew  of  your  awakening  in  this  life.  Yet,  it  is   a  strong  tenet  of  the  Brotherhood  to  allow  each  individual  to  choose  his  or  her  own  pace  and   time.  Had  your  father  raised  you  to  be  a  ‘child  of  the  Brotherhood  of  Light,’  you  would  have   found  yourself  with  a  great  deal  of  the  form  of  our  order,  but  you  may  still  not  have  made  the   choice  to  pass  along  the  road  to  ‘our  house’  to  learn  the  essence.”  He  stopped  for  a  moment,  as   if  in  thought  himself,  and  said  quietly,  “To  the  House  of  the  Light  of  God.”  Then  he  continued,   “So,  you  were  left  to  grow  on  your  own  after  only  a  short  introduction  to  us.  Your  father   brought  you  here,  but  as  you  know,  he  only  rarely  mentioned  the  symbol  or  the  elements  of   knowledge  that  encompass  our  work.     “Your  father  knew  of  your  awakening  in  this  life.  Yet,  it  is  a  strong  tenet  of  the  Brotherhood   to  allow  each  individual  to  choose  his  or  her  own  pace  and  time.  Had  your  father  raised  you  to   be  a  ‘child  of  the  Brotherhood  of  Light,’  you  would  have  found  yourself  with  a  great  deal  of  the   form  of  our  order,  but  you  may  still  not  have  made  the  choice  to  pass  along  the  road  to  ‘our   house’  to  learn  the  essence.”  He  stopped  for  a  moment,  as  if  in  thought  himself,  and  said   quietly,  “To  the  House  of  the  Light  of  God.”  Then  he  continued,  “So,  you  were  left  to  grow  on   your  own  after  only  a  short  introduction  to  us.  Your  father  brought  you  here,  but  as  you  know,   he  only  rarely  mentioned  the  symbol  or  the  elements  of  knowledge  that  encompass  our  work.      “You’re  here  now,  and  by  your  faith,  you’ve  come  to  study  our  life,  and  be  taught  what  it  is   you’ll  need  to  know  to  freely  join  us.  The  illusion  of  separation  of  man  from  his  own  Creator   has  damaged  the  very  fabric  of  life  itself.  It  was  never  meant  to  be.  Our  task  is  to  help  correct   that  which  went  wrong  and  strengthen  the  order  of  things  in  the  service  of  the  Light.  The   challenge  is  to  help  a  sleeping  “God-­‐‑Man”  and  “God-­‐‑Woman”  trust  that  reawakening  a  desire  


Harry Pond  Looks  Homeward    

Jay Allan  Luboff  

within  them  to  regain  a  conscious  connection  to  the  unity  of  the  Light  will  be  not  only  be  safe  for   them,  but  will  also  result  in  a  more  joyful  and  sacred  life  here  on  this  plane  of  duality.  “The   movement  of  God  mind  from  higher  to  the  lower  and  more  dense  vibrations  of  earth  affected   humanity’s  thoughts  and  consciousness  in  ways  predictable  and  unpredictable.  The  day-­‐‑to-­‐‑day   realities  of  being  in  human  form—needing  to  feed,  clothe  and  shelter  the  body  began  to  take   precedence  over  man’s  direct  connection  to  ‘God-­‐‑mind.’  Instead,  humanity’s  ‘Survival-­‐‑mind’   came  to  dominate  life  on  earth  and  with  it  humankind  began  to  lose  its  conscious  connection  to   the  whole.  “And  yet,  it  is  a  great  truth  that  the  struggle  to  survive  within  Survival-­‐‑ consciousness  can  never  displace  the  fundamental  reality  known  somewhere  deep  within  each   person’s  being,  either  consciously  or  not,  that  they  are  part  of  the  One—capable  of  re-­‐‑accessing   and  experiencing  a  purer  expression  of  the  qualities  of  God-­‐‑mind  of  joy,  light,  creativity,  love   and  expanded  self-­‐‑knowledge  that  are  currently  available  at  the  higher  reaches  of  the  One   mind.  Still,  even  though  this  is  the  case,  conscious  knowledge  of  this  truth  varies  within  each   person  depending  on  their  own  personal  evolution  and  growth  in  re-­‐‑wakening  their  connection   to  their  Source.  The  Guardian  then  paused,  as  if  conferring  with  others  as  to  the  next  thing  that  I   would  be  shown,  or  taught.  “We  must  go  now,”  he  said.  “You’re  needed  in  town  to  visit  with  a   certain  man  named  Bill  Bates.  He  is  the  owner  of  the  farm  to  the  southeast  of  yours,  one  of  the   five  farms  that  also  surround  this  sacred  land,  and  he  is  in  need  of  your  help  to  confirm  his  own   instincts  that  he  must  maintain  hold  of  his  part  of  the  land.  “We  will  return  to  the  forest  again,   soon,”  he  added.  “For  now,  we  thank  you  deeply  for  your  interest  and  desire  to  learn.”  With   that  he  was  gone.  By  the  tone  of  this  last  communication  I  knew  that  this  was  not  the   Guardian’s  preferred  order  of  things.  I  had  learned  to  listen  well  in  Nam,  so  I  moved  rapidly   jogging  through  the  forest’s  main  path  back  to  our  farm  and  to  an  important  meeting  with  Bill   Bates.     ***   When  I  returned  to  the  farm,  Becky  was  there.  She’d  been  meditating  upstairs,  she  said,  but   had  a  strong  sense  that  she  needed  to  come  out  of  her  meditation  to  speak  with  me  after  I  came   back  from  being  in  the  forest.  I  told  her  of  my  pending  journey  to  town  to  visit  with  Bill  Bates,   the  owner  of  one  of  the  other  farms  that  surrounded  the  forest.  For  a  moment,  she  got  pensive,   closed  her  eyes,  opened  them  again,  and  then  declared  her  intent  to  come  along  to  the  meeting   with  me….    

Jay Allan Luboff is an avid fan of "Great Spirit," "God," "Source Energy," the "Oneness"--or whatever else you may wish to call it. And while this is true about Jay, he also believes firmly that each and every one of us is a part of that larger God reality and that we are all moving into a time of Conscious knowing of this truth.

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