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Around the year 2000, I started having a desire to write a book. I had no experience. I hardly knew where to begin, other than taking a pen in my hand and place my hand on a piece of paper. This was the beginning of an experiment.
Two years later a friend heard the news that I was in the process of writing a book. She wrote an email and asked: “I am curious, what is your motivation for writing a book?"
I answered her question, and over the next several years I continued to write, not one, but many self-published books.
In 2016, at the age of eighty-one, the answer to a friend's question, asked in 2002, remains the same:
“I write simply because I want to. The desire to write has not disappeared. I love to tell stories, and people like hearing them. Also, I discovered that in the process of writing, more material flows into the open. This experience created a deeper desire to find what remains within me waiting to be written. And, more importantly, it is possible that the stories I tell from my life's experience may help another person in his.”
From an experiment initiated twelve years ago, I discovered that a personal gift was given to me. It is this:
Writing is a form of self-healing therapy.
This is not my gift alone. It is a gift given to anyone who has a desire to write.
Don't give up! Never give up … Keep on writing!
Written August 19, 2016
To a friend – Joseph
A Message from Jesus
I am here, Jesus...
I desire to say that I was with you tonight at the church, and listened to the preacher’s sermon, and was somewhat surprised that he should have declared that all the wars and persecutions and outrages that, in the manner described, have been perpetrated on mankind since my coming, can be ascribed to my coming and my teachings. I, of course, can only resent the imputation and declare that the preacher has misconceived the cause of these wars and persecutions, and to charge that they are due to my truths or the truths that I taught, is not only an injustice to me, but a great injury to the truths and objects of my mission to mankind. Never did I attempt by force or constraint to compel a human soul to believe in my truths, or to became a follower of me, in or out of the church.
My mission on earth was to show men the Way to the Father’s Love, and to declare to them the Great Gift of this Love, and also to break down and destroy the erroneous beliefs and ignorance that then existed among men as what was necessary, in order to seek for and obtain this Love of the Father and their own salvation. And so far as the truths, moral or spiritual, which I taught, antagonized the false beliefs and practices of men, there was and necessarily would be a conflict in the thoughts and lives of those who followed me and those who persisted in their existing beliefs. To this extent I brought a sword into the world, but it was not the sword that called for bloodshed and murder and persecutions. It was the sword that pierced men’s souls, where this great conflict should and must be fought to the end.
No nation can be more spiritual in its government or in its treatment of other nations, than are the individuals composing it, spiritual. The nation cannot be greater than or different from the individuals who control it, be such control centered in one or more individuals, or in a secular or religious head. The ruler, if he be not a real follower of me, although he may claim to be, cannot in his acts or deeds, attribute to me the results of the carrying into action his thoughts and desires and ambition.
The present war, of which the preacher spoke with such horror and lamentation, is not due to my coming into the world as an iconoclast or destroyer of sin and error, but to the fact that men refused to be controlled or persuaded by my doctrines of peace, and acted because of the sin and evil desires and immoral ambition that they possessed and permitted to control them. The sword which he claims I brought into the world did not cause these sinful and inhuman desires and ambitions to manifest themselves in the form of war and all the evils that follow it. No, this war is not a part of my warfare or the plan of the Father to bring salvation to mankind.
The cause is this and only this: The exercise by men in control of the nations of their desires for increased power and territory and subjugation of nations, together with their sinful cravings for what they call glory and unsatisfied ambition. Had they understood my warfare, each of there men would have found his enemy in himself and no where else, and the great war would be a war of the soul and not the war of nations.
Each nation claims that its war is right and that God is on its side, and prays to that God to assist it in overcoming its enemies. But I want to say here, and it may astonish those who believe that if they conceive that they are in the right and pray to God for success that their prayers will be answered, that God hears only the prayers of the righteous, or of the sinner who prays for mercy and salvation. Never in all the history of mankind has God responded to the prayers of men or nations to assist in the destruction of other men or nations, and this, notwithstanding the accounts in the Old Testament of the many times that he was supposed to have helped the Jews to destroy their enemies.
If men, for a moment, will think that God is a God of Love and that all people are His children, the equal recipients of His Love and Care, they will realize that His Love would not permit Him to sacrifice the happiness or well being of one class of His children to satisfy the desires of revenge or hatred or outraged justice as they conceive it, of another class of His children. In all the beliefs of this kind, men have misconceived God and His Nature - with men like other creatures His powers are governed by God’s immutable Laws, and those laws are no respectors of persons. Man was given a free will which he could exercise righteously or sinfully and God does not forcibly control such exercise, but the same exercised rightly or wrongly is subject to law, which imposes penalties or rewards according as the law is violated or obeyed.
This war, which so many mortals believe and declare is a punishment inflicted on men because of their sins and disobedience - that is, that it was specially caused by God because of such condition of men - and some expounders of the Bible teach that it was prophesied centuries ago - this war, I say, is solely the result of the sinful conditions and workings of men’s souls and thoughts, and the natural effect of the causes that men themselves created, and the exact workings of the laws that such causes brought into operation. And in a similar condition, where the same causes exist, laws will invariably operate, wars will occur and recur until the possibility of the causes cease to exist.
God never ceases to love and care for mankind and always He desires that men shall be happy and at one with Himself, and that they shall exercise their wills in accordance with His Will and His Laws; but just as certainly does He never by compulsion or force endeavor to compel men to exercise their wills in a manner that is not voluntary with them. Should He do this, men would cease to be the greatest of His Creation and incapable of giving Him that voluntary love and obedience which only is acceptable to Him.
But from what I have said, it must not be inferred that the Father is indifferent to men’s sufferings and the calamities that wars bring upon mankind, for He is not; and, if, in His Wisdom, He saw that it would be for the lasting good of the men who are engaged in the present war, that He should intervene by the mere force of His Powers and end the war, He would do so. But in that Wisdom He sees, that there is a good which men should have, greater and more eternal than their mere physical and material good, and that greater good cannot be obtained by them through His suddenly bringing this war to an end without regard to their souls, and thoughts and desires. The law of compensation must work, as well for nations as for individuals, even though apparently the innocent suffer as well as the guilty.
On earth, as men are now constituted - that is in their condition of sin and disobedience to the laws of their being - exact justice cannot be expected and is not received, because this justice is the subject of men’s dispensation and not that of God. A man is influenced by his desires, which in turn, control his will and results in his acts and deeds, which must of necessity, bring their results. These results can be avoided only by absence of deeds, and these by a different exercise of the will, and this, by the change of desire. So when a man so desires and wills, God will not set aside the law of compensation, and cause results to follow that are not the consequences of such desire and will.
But God is always willing that these evil results shall have no existence, and through the influence of His Love and Holy Spirit is calling men to learn the way to wholly prevent the possibility of these results coming to them, either as individuals or as nations. He has provided the Way and is teaching men the knowledge thereof, through and by which the causes that produce these harmful results may be utterly destroyed and prevented from ever arising to bring to them, the deplorable results such as are manifested in the present war.
God will not interfere by His mere fiat to cause the one side or the other of those who are engaged in this war of bloodshed and carnage to become victorious. The law of compensation must work and as the leaders of the respective nations have sown so must the nations reap, and in this the innocent must suffer in this reaping, because as conditions are, the law could not work its fulfillment unless all within the scope of its workings should feel its operation. But the Father and the hosts of His angels and the spirits of men are working to bring this terrible catastrophe to an end. You have written long, and it is late, so I will postpone the further consideration of the subject to another time. Believe that I am with you and love you and will sustain you in your desires to do my work.
Your brother and friend,
A Message from Jesus
Received by James Padgett
December 24th, 1916
Sleeplessness started at 1:33am.
It was not at night of worry, nor of restlessness. It was a gift of reflection and renewal.
I lay quietly in bed. Yes, the mind worked overtime to offer distractions. Sometimes I listen and get up and go to my home office to write. Often pretty good material gets written. But tonight I don't this. I lay, thinking, reviewing, pondering. About 3:00am, I decide to get out of bed. I dress and head toward a room located at the far end of our house—the carport that I remodeled twelve-years-ago to be my home office. Four steps down to the garage to negotiate—it's pitch dark; I don't attempt this without light. I flicked the switch for the ceiling light.
I walked into the office to the desk at the far end of a narrow long room, turned on a light and plugged in my laptop. I was still standing near my desk when I heard the office door open. It was my son, James. He came to get a bottle of cold water that we keep in our refrigerator in the garage. “Did I wake you?” I walked to the door and said, “No, I just now came here to do a little work.” We talked only a short while; he wanted to get to bed. And I was not really in the mood to sit and chat. After he left I returned to my desk. I was determined not to get side-tracked, but I succumbed when I checked emails and Facebook.
A friend wrote something about a photo I had posted to Facebook that I called “The Wannabe Author.” She wondered where the cigar was. I replied: “Yikes! I hadn't thought of that! A cigar hasn't touched my lips in many a year - forty, maybe fifty! Back in the late 1960s, I had a horrible case of bronchitis; when I started to feel healthy, I picked up a pack of cigarettes I had laying around and lit one. I started coughing and immediately stopped smoking and have never lit another since, including cigars and pipes. Nope: no cigars for this old man.”
After completing this, I did not write more. Yesterday I received an email from a friend that had an article about a group that is going on a cruise in late August. I was curious enough to investigate the information provided. I've never been on a cruise ship and the idea seemed intriguing enough to have a look. I didn't get far in my research. When I saw the high prices involved, I stopped and shut off the computer and the light on my desk.
It was now getting on to 4:00 o'clock. I felt tired and made the return trip back to the bedroom.
It wasn't long after I crawled back to bed that the beginnings of a wonderful summer rainstorm rolled into our city. The storm started with with distant rumbles. They were soft rumbles and I did not identify the sounds as thunder. I saw no lightning.
Slowly, the thunder grew louder, and with this dim flashes of light came also. This I saw while relaxing in bed.
An hour passed. The full storm finally arrived just before 5am. A gentle rain came first, but this quickly increased, so much so that I had to get up to close our bedroom window.
The storm grew fast. Rain slashed against our windows, lightning and thunder shook the house. Deep rumbles roared through the hills like an ancient warrior showing his muscles and shouting threats. I lay wide awake and smile. I was thoroughly enjoying the sky-earth show. The thunder and rainstorm vigorously cleansed the atmosphere and earth. It also cleansed my spirit.
The clock signaled 5:30am. The storm passed along; it was done where I lay in bed. Calm-silence arrived, and I drifted into dreamland.
Several hours later I woke and immediately wondered: Was this a dream, or did it happen as I wrote it here?
I looked and saw that our bedroom window was closed. Someone pulled it shut. Was that someone me? I know the answer.
I feel happily content. I feel cleansed—refreshed by the evening experience. Thank you, wind, rain, lightning and thunder for your timely visit.
— Joseph (The Wannabe Author)
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Climb the Mountain: A Path Taken
A new book by Joseph Babinsky.
Published June 17th, 2016
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Introduction to Part 7 - Unlimited Potential
UNLIMITED POTENTIAL EXISTS
The possibility of “Part Seven” appeared after I had completed sixty-seven chapters. The idea came after I took a break from writing, and read material that I had received from a friend living in Australia.
James Reid lives with his wife Paula in Maleny, a scenic town in Queensland. I first met them on the Internet, and then in person during a visit to Australia in 2014. I stayed as a guest in their lovely home, a short walk through the woods to the center of their town. They are the most gracious and sweetest couple one can meet. James and I are only a few months apart in age, but this is not the only reason that we get along so well. I highly respect him and his writing abilities. A unique aspect of his writings is that James receives messages from the spirit-world, and has done so for many years. The messages that he receives are of the highest quality.1
After I read the material that he sent through an email, almost immediately I had the thought to include some of his writings in this book. How to do it, and where to place it, remained a question. Finally, the answer came to create a seventh theme. I found that James’ writings blended with the end of my book, and I wanted people to consider his writings. I feel that his work is a splendid way to bring this book to an end. There is no better way to do this than to point to the greater picture that exists for all humans, and that I was privileged to be introduced to before my transition from earth-life.
The writings of James Reid are presented here with his permission and blessing. His writings are spirit communications that he received between September and early December, 2015.
In the following pages I feature his work, yet not in their completed form. I chose to select parts that stood out for me as I read his material. This is much like someone might do while reading a book—highlighting and marking certain pages and sentences within chapters that standout as places to read again.
I am grateful and excited to present the heretofore unpublished writings of James Reid. I am particularly pleased that the final chapter (chapter 70) features the thought to “Become as Little Children”. This chapter returns us to the beginning of this book, namely, my own childhood. My purpose in saying this is not to suggest that I intend to live my childhood again. This is not the point. The aim is to be open to change and to the wonder of life, as a child lives.
I sincerely hope you enjoy reading the final pages of Climb the Mountain. My desire is that you see your amazing potential, the amazing person that you are and will become. Truly, the best is yet to come.
A Postscript to the above “Introduction”
A recent word written by James Reid reads as follows:
“I am in a hospital right now and my days are full of gratitude for the many, many kindnesses shown me constantly by those who care for me and this is such that I often feel content. Gratitude is the best gift we can give ourselves. Love, James.”
1 “The Richard Messages” by James Reid. ISBN 9781291631036. Search by Title and author’s name at: www.lulu.com.
After the publication of "Climb the Mountain: A Path Taken," I received word from Australia, that James Reid passed on June 22, 2016. I am grateful that my friend, James, sent copies of the messages that he received from Celestial friends, and gave permission to me to include his writings in this book. This is a photo of James Reid, and how I shall remember him:
An unusual Prologue/Introduction!
It was not the best of times. In our family it was a horrible time. As for me, a nine-year-old boy, it was a nightmare. This was the day everyone cried – especially mom, dad and my older siblings. If I had looked around (which I didn’t dare do) I might have seen other people in the room also crying. I did hear the noise—people blowing their nose and loud moans.
At the front of the room there was black cloth draped over a table. His photograph was on the table. Large baskets of flowers were on the floor. We were in church—the church where my father was the pastor. I was sitting in the front row with my family.
I really didn’t understand what was going on. I only knew that Charles, my favorite brother, was killed in 1944, during the War.
We first heard about the death of Charles at Christmas. I came into the living room and saw my mother crying. She was wiping away tears with her handkerchief, and with her other hand she was removing ornaments from our family Christmas tree. Dad was standing near the fireplace, holding a yellow paper in his hand. He was crying really hard. Never saw anything like this before. They received a telegram from the War Department. It was news telling us that Charles was killed in action. All the kids heard the commotion, and were told what happened.
After church we went home, and ate a meal. I recall that all my siblings were home. Two brothers were still in the army; they were home. When we finished eating, dad started a conversation about what each of us would do when the war was over. The older ones knew what they were going to do. They spoke first, and explained plans for their lives. Several in our family were in high school, and told their plans to go to college. Everyone but me was standing.
I sat in the high-back chair and tried to hide. I wanted my dad to forget that I was in the room. I was wrong. He turned and spotted me sitting in the big chair. Ghee whiz, what was I going to say? Don’t ask me, please!
Dad looked directly at me: “Alright, Joey, you’re last. What about you? What do you want to do when you grow up?”
To tell the truth, the first thing that I wanted to say was that I dreamed to be a soldier, like Charles, and go shoot people—shoot them like they shot and killed my brother.
I didn’t say this. No way! I squirmed in the chair, and merely stammered: “I don’t know.”
Memories of this time period are vague, not only because I was a young boy, but I have a lot of mixed feelings and emotions about this period in my life. I’m telling it here only because of what happened after the Memorial Service at the church. The thing that happened was the question asked by my dad. His words stuck with me the rest of my life. In the years ahead, what he said lingered and became a huge influence.
A look ahead
The above narrative is purposely placed at the beginning—it serves as a prologue to this book. As the story develops, it will be shown that the question asked was remembered and remained an abiding presence to assist various decisions and changes during my long life. The death of Charles, and the question asked by my father, merged into one experience and colored my life in such a way that it followed me both as a shadow and a guide.
Within the story I tell, an answer to the question slowly emerges.