An Act Of Commitment by Joel S. Goldsmith tape 563A

Collection of talks that comprise the book "The Mystical I"
By Joel S. Goldsmith
London Studio Class 1964
Tape 563A An Act of Commitment / The Womb of Creation
Transcript:
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[@SoliMommy]

Thank you! 💕

[@michaelfinkelstein8380]

Release this world out of your mind and sight, let it go for the time of your inner concentration, let go of any unnecessary notion, make yourself free. Turn your attention from any outer disturbances or your own circumstances to the innermost I of you, the very source of everything in you. Turn your focused attention from your own mind chatter to the profound total silence inside, and make this your main duty, main dedication, main consecration, your main endeavor during each day of your earthly life.

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[@leahnorton3671]

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[@susanagricola2367]

Does anyone know the poem of Burrows or Boroughs that he is referring to in this tape? Thank you!

[@Iwihub]

Many do not realize that in Burroughs poem, “Waiting,” where he says, “My own shall come to me,” they do not realize that Burroughs had attained a state of consciousness of absolute stillness and peace.
Excerpt from the talk "I" see
iwihub.com/2018/01/16/i-4-5/

[@susanagricola2367]

Iwihub thank you so much for referring me to this great transcript!

[@Iwihub]

879. Waiting By John Burroughs
SERENE, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, or tide, or sea;
I rave no more ’gainst time or fate,
For, lo! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste,
I make delays,
5 For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me;
10No wind can drive my bark astray,
Nor change the tide of destiny.
What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
15 And garner up its fruit of tears.
The waters know their own and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.
20 The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.

[@susanagricola2367]

Iwihub thank you so much. This is a great poem.

[@effeff6438]

This must have been one of his last talks...and he died in London didn't he?

[@shonnfrank69]

+Wim Haverkamp What was his cause of death?