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Lester Levenson - Ultimate Truth Part 1 - 2 & 3 (52 Pages) - Free download as PDF File .pdf), Text File .txt) or read online for free. By Lester Levenson Lester: No, she doesn't have faith and she is not pious I this is her trouble. ego is “I am an individual, Lester: and 1 have a body. Achieve Financial Freedom, Stress Relief & Spiritual Growth by learning the meditation techniques of the self help program The Release Technique.
Greetings, Almost forty years ago with my back to the wall and with only three months to live, I was forced to search for the answers to life. I decided to ask myself what it is we all want, and the answer came to me. We all want to be happy! I had spent my entire life, looking for happiness and security in making money, having personal relationships and keeping busy. But, I only achieved happiness for short periods of time. Somehow happiness still eluded me.
I began to pull up and dissect all my high moments of loving. Suddenly, I got an inkling that it was when I was loving that I had the highest feeling! I remembered one evening, a beautiful balmy evening, in the mountains when I was camping with Virginia.
We were both lying on the grass, both looking up at the sky, and I had my arm around her. The nirvana, the perfection of the height of happiness was right there. I was feeling how great is love for Virginia! How wonderful is knowing all this nature! How perfect a setting! Then I saw that it was my loving her that was the cause of this happiness!
Not the beauty of the setting, or being with Virginia. Then I immediately turned to the other side. Boy it was great when she loved me! I remembered the moment when publicly this beautiful, charming girl told the world that she approved of Lester, she loved Lester-and I could feel that nice feeling of approval. But I sensed that it was not as great as what I had just discovered.
It was not a lasting feeling.
It was just for the moment. In order for me to have that feeling continuously, she had to continue saying that. So, this momentary ego approval was not as great as the feeling of loving her!
As long as I was loving her, I felt so happy. But when she loved me, there were only moments of happiness when she gave me approval. Days of further cogitation gradually revealed to me that this was correct! I was happier when I loved her than I was when I got that momentary ego-satisfaction when she loved me.
Her loving me was a momentary pleasure that needed constant showing and proving on her part, while my loving her was a constant happiness, as long as I was loving her.
I concluded that my happiness equated to my loving! If I could increase my loving, then I could increase my happiness! This was the first inkling I had as to what brings about happiness. And it was a tremendous thing because I hadn't had happiness. And I said, 'Gee, if this is the key to happiness, I've got the greatest!
That started me on weeks and weeks of reviewing my past love affairs. I dug up from the past, incident after incident when I thought I was loving, and I discovered that I was being nice to my girlfriends, trying to get them to love me, and that that was selfish. That was not really love. That was just wanting my ego bolstered! I kept reviewing incidents from the past, and where I saw that I was not loving, I would change that feeling to loving that person. Instead of wanting them to do something for me, I would change it to my wanting to do something for them.
I kept this up until I couldn't find any more incidents to work on. This insight on love, seeing that happiness was determined by my capacity to love, was a tremendous insight. It began to free me, and any bit of freedom when you're plagued feels so good. I knew that I was going in the right direction. I had gotten hold of a link of the chain of happiness and was determined not to let go until I had the entire chain. I felt a greater freedom. There was an easier concentration of my mind because of it.
And I began to look better at my mind. What is my mind? What is intelligence? Suddenly, a picture flashed of amusement park bumper-cars that are difficult to steer so that they continually bump into each other. They all get their electrical energy from the wire screen above the cars through a pole coming down to every car. The power above was symbolic of the overall intelligence and energy of the universe coming down the pole to me and everyone else, and to the degree we step on the gas do we use it.
Each driver of the cars is taking the amount of energy and intelligence that he wants from that wire, but he steers his car blindly and bumps into other cars, and bumps and bumps. I saw that if I chose to, I could take more and more of that overall intelligence. And so I dug into that. By the end of that period, his body became totally healthy again.
Furthermore, he entered a state of profound peace that never left him through the day he died on January 18, Investigating further, I went into the moment when I was feeling happiest. I discovered something which to me was startling at the time. It was when I was loving that I was happiest. That happiness equated to my capacity to love rather than to being loved.
That was a starting point. As a result, he began working with people, both in small groups and individually. Eventually I got to a point where, no matter how much I was being opposed, I could maintain a feeling of love for them.
He was working on the last time he had seen Nettie, the day she chose someone else. He had already corrected a lot of the pain with regard to her; she had come to his mind again and again, and it had not always been easy. In fact, it had been very difficult at first to work on that old relationship but gradually as he gained strength, he had been able to confront some of those long-buried feelings and correct them.
But on this particular day, no matter how hard he tried to correct it with love, there was still a feeling of despair which he could not dislodge. He wanted to escape, to get out of his chair and run, to get something to eat, to do anything that would get him away from his intense feeling.
Instead, he decided to sit there until he handled it. Something told him that if he let that feeling push him around, if he lost that battle, he would have lost the war. He stayed in his chair, determined to ride it out. Nettie, oh, my Nettie. Why did you leave me, my darling? He wished it had been different. More than anything else in this world, he wanted to change what had happened.
He wanted to go back and live it over again the other way with Nettie choosing him, with them getting married and being happy forevermore. He saw that he was still trying to change something that had been finished more than twenty years ago. Suddenly, with that decision, the whole thing was gone. He felt for the hurt, the pain, the despair. It was all gone. He thought of Nettie as he remembered her, so young, so beautiful, and he simply loved her.
There was none of the old painful feeling left. He began to look now in this new direction. He realized that the cause of his ulcers was that he had wanted to change everything, starting with his nearest and dearest and extending out to the rest of the world, including the United States, other countries, government heads, the weather, endings of movies he had seen, the way businesses were run, taxes, the army, the President; there was nothing he could think of that he had not wanted to change in one way or another.
What a revelation! He saw himself subject to and a victim of everything he wanted to change! He began dissolving all that. When he thought of something that caused him pain about a person or situation, he would now either correct it with love or dissolve wanting to change it. This added a new dimension to his work, and his progress accelerated.
By the time a second month had gone by, it was all he could do sometimes to stay in his chair, he became so energized. And there were times, when he had worked on particularly painful incidents in his life, that he literally could not sit and would go out into the city and walk for miles, reviewing, correcting, dissolving until he had burned off enough energy to sit still again.
Sometimes he felt as though he had hold of a chain with many links of incidents on it which needed correcting. Once he got hold of the chain, he would follow through incident by incident until there was nothing left to be corrected.
An example of such a chain was jealousy. He had always been intensely jealous but managed to hide it most of the time under a facade of not caring. Nevertheless, his insides used to burn if the girl he was with so much as looked at someone else, or even mentioned another man.
Once he decided to correct this tendency in himself he looked for it, not content to let it come willy- nilly. He would probe his memory for instances where his jealousy had driven him; correct it; then look for more. When he thought it was cleared out, he tested himself by imagining the girl he loved most making love with the man he would least want her to be with. It was a good test because he could see immediately if there was more work to do.
Sometimes the intensity of his feelings would almost drive him mad, but he continued for days until there was no last vestige of jealousy left in him. When he could finally enjoy their enjoyment of each other, he knew he was finished with jealousy. Insights came with increasing frequency. He would often gain a sudden, complete understanding of something which had always puzzled him. His mind began to feel like crystal … clear, sharp.
Colors seemed brighter and everything was more sharply defined. There was a certain greater freedom I felt. It was easier to concentrate because of it and I began to look more closely at my mind. Small round cars each have a flexible pole in the rear which connects to a wire screen spread across the ceiling.
The energy to power all the cars comes from this single source, the ceiling, and is transmitted by means of the pole at the rear of each car. The amount of energy is regulated by individual drivers using a foot pedal. This makes the ride more interesting.
The steering mechanism is constructed to be oversensitive. Therefore, it requires the utmost delicacy of handling to maintain control of the car because the slightest movement of the wheel sends it careening and the cars are constantly bumping into each other, out of control.
And it seems that the more a driver tries to control his car, the more erratic becomes the action. This was a picture of mankind today.
We all use the same single intelligence and power taken from above. But most of us are out of control, using the energy to bump into each other.
However, I began to see that I could regulate the amount of power and intelligence for my own use and that I could have control of it.
I liked that so I began to dig at it. I began to examine thinking, and its relationship to what was happening. And I saw that whatever was happening had a thought behind it at some time prior. And that the reason I had never before related the two was because of the element of time between the thought and the happening. Above all, I saw that I was responsible for everything that had happened to me, formerly thinking that the world was abusing me! And I saw that my tremendous effort to make money and then losing it was due only to my thinking; that I had been always seeking happiness, and thought that making money would do it.
So whenever the business started to make money, and the money did not bring me the happiness I wanted, I began to lose interest and the thing collapsed. I had always blamed it on other people and circumstances, not realizing that it was simply my subconscious knowledge that this is not happiness which caused me to lose interest and that, in turn, caused the business to collapse.
This was a tremendous piece of freedom, to think that I am not a victim of this world, that it lies within my power to arrange the world the way I want it to be; that rather than be an effect of it, I can now be in control of it and arrange it the way I would like it to be.
That was a tremendous realization, a tremendous feeling of freedom. Discovering that my happiness equated to my loving, and that my thinking was the cause of things happening to me in my life gave me more and more freedom; freedom from the subconscious compulsions that I had to work, I had to make money, I had to have girlfriends. Freedom in the feeling that I was now able to determine my destiny, I was now able to control my world, lightened my internal burden so strongly that I felt there was no need for me to have to do anything.
Plus, this happiness was so great.
It was a new experience for me. I was experiencing a joy that I never knew existed, never dreamed could be. I had no idea how joyous a person could be. But I was determined to find out. How joyous could he get? During the third month, things went even faster.
There was a depth to his feelings that threatened to bowl him over at times. His knees sometimes buckled, but he stayed with each feeling until it was corrected. He was becoming happier and happier, still looking to see if there were any limits to what he could accomplish with this new process.
It was also during the third month that he ran into an old adversary, one he had seen out of the corner of his eye again and again throughout his life. It had lurked nearby, always on the periphery and he had never before been willing to meet it head on. It was the fear of death. Now he recognized it as the basis of every single feeling he had ever had. He began to coax it out into the open, wanting to take a good look at this biggest foe of all, which had so very nearly won the battle only a few months ago.
He began to lure those feelings into the open and to dissolve them. And it worked! He got to the place where, with great confidence, he laughed and laughed and laughed at this foe which had kept a fire lit under him his entire life so that there had not been one moment of real peace, ever. This last of the monsters turned out to be, after all, only a feeling.
As he dissolved the fear of death, he realized one day that his body was sound, healed. The physical impairment was corrected. His body was sound. By the end of the third month, he had slipped into a blissful, joyous state, which he could only describe as feeling like a million orgasms surging all at once through his entire body. It went on and on, and he realized that this feeling, although not sexual, was what he had always been looking for but never found in sex.
He felt light, living for weeks with joy exploding inside him every moment. Everyone and everything became exquisitely beautiful to him.
Occasionally something would occur to him, but it would be gone almost before he could define it and the joy would surge through him even more strongly. After several weeks, he began to wonder if there could be anything better beyond this joy. He was sitting in his chair in the usual position, slumped down, legs stretched out, chin touching his chest. He had the idle thought without expecting an answer, but the answer came. He saw that it was peace, imperturbability… and he realized with certainty that if he accepted it, if he decided to move into that peace, it would never, ever go away… and he went… slipped into it so effortlessly… with just a decision to have it… he was there.
Everything was still. He was in a quietness that he now knew had always been there but drowned out by incessant noise from his accumulated, uncorrected past.
In fact, it was more than quiet; it was so far beyond anything imaginable that there were no words to describe the delectable deliciousness of the tranquility. His earlier question about happiness was answered too. There were no limits to happiness, but when you have it all, every minute, it gets tiresome. Then this peace is just beyond … and all you have to do is step over the line into it. But as he asked, he knew the answer. This peace was eternal and forever, and it was the essence of every living thing.
There was only one Beingness and everything was It; every person was It, but they were without awareness of the fact, blinded by the uncorrected past they hold on to. He saw this Beingness as something like a comb. He was at the spine of the comb and all the teeth fanned out from it, each one thinking it was separate and different from all the other teeth.
And that was true, but only if you looked at it from the tooth end of the comb. It was all one comb. There was no real separation, except when you sat at the tooth end.
Lester discovers amazing natural powers. If that were really true, he thought, then he could tune in at any point he chose. If he were the whole comb, he could tune in with any tooth at all. He could see the room, the people in it, his friend sitting there talking to them. He picked up the phone and called. He heard a gasp from the other end of the phone and asked if what he had described were true. He felt as though he were right inside the other man, feeling and thinking exactly as the other one.
It was a totally new experience, and it suddenly came to him that he was the other one… that he was, in fact, every other one … because his essence was the essence of all. He was sitting at the spine of the universal comb. He had a new point of view and could see everything.
What do you think I am, some kind of a nut?
It was just a joke. Give me a call when you get to New York next time. Suddenly, he remembered himself a few short months ago. He would have thought anyone crazy who had tried to tell him something like this. How rigid he had been then, how closed his mind had been, how limited … and now… he roared with laughter at the change.
When I started my search, I was a very convinced and absolute materialist. The only thing that was real to me was that which I could see, feel and touch. My world was as solid as concrete. Then when these revelations came to me that the world was just a result of my mind, that matter had no intelligence, and that our intelligence and our thinking determined all matter and everything about it; when I saw that the solidity which I formerly had was only a thought, my nice, solid, concrete foundation began to crack.
A lifetime of build-up began to tumble and my body shook and shook. I just shook for days. I shook like a nervous old person. For days, I actually shook, until I think I shook the whole thing loose.
Then my view was just the opposite of what it had been months previously-that the real and solid thing was not the physical world, was not even my mind; but it was something which was much greater; that my essence, the very Beingness of me was the reality and that it had no limits, that it was eternal, and that all those former things that I used to see as me, like my body and mind, were the least of me rather than the all of me.
That the All of me was my Beingness.
The last tremendous breakthrough. It was April when he made the last tremendous breakthrough into the quiet state. It was hard for him to believe all that had happened to him in such a short span of time. It seemed as though a million lifetimes had gone by and yet it seemed like only a moment.
His sense of time had changed radically. When he thought about it, he realized that, from where he was, in the quietness, there was no time.
There was an ever-nowness. Time was relative and had meaning only in the world of differences, of separation. Where he was, everything was the same, made up of the same substance, the same inexpressibly beautiful, all-powerful peace which was inherent in every atom of the universe. He was that peace… his body seemed small and distant sitting in its chair. He could see it there if he chose, but he felt himself spread across the entire universe; that body was only an infinitesimal speck in the vastness that he was.
He was omnipresent.
There was no travel, only a thought, and he was there. So I let go of identifying with that body. That caused me to identity with every being, every person, and even every atom in this universe. First you see that the universe is in you, then you see the universe as you.
Then you know the Oneness of this universe. Then you can no longer be fooled by the apparent limitations of the world. You see them as a dream, as an apparency, because you know that your very own Beingness has no limits!
It was a very interesting trip. I had never known the things that I experienced existed. I had never known there was such power in the mind. So I would keep experimenting until I could do whatever it was. I kept that going and great things opened up. And I proved each one to at least two witnesses. Do you believe I can? If they said Yes, it was instantly moved; if they said No, it remained still.