Theos-Talk Archives (December 2007 Message tt00038)

Hi Adelasie,

>If history is any indication, we will finally begin to develop real 
understanding when we are put to the test, when conditions change and 
our old familiar comfortable life style disappears and we have to 
struggle to survive.<

I sincerely hope and believe that we have evolved to the point where 
we can use our intelligence and learn by observation not only by 
experience. Do we really have to suffer enough before we decide to do 
something? Do we really have to be as children and touch the fire and 
burn ourselves over and over again to learn something or we can 
intelligently observe the situation and decide to change our 
behavior? 

>It isn't for nothing that theosophy was brought to the consciousness 
of humanity (again) in this cycle. We have the honor and the 
responsibility to make it live in our daily thoughts, words and 
deeds, to literally spread the truth by being reflections of it. It 
will resonate in every human heart, since there dwells the spark of 
divinity that will answer to the call.<

So, we are obliged to do it! We know that we can make a difference. 
So, why not to start at once? And I believe that very many are doing 
just that. I do believe that the world is not as that shown on the 
television. That it is already quite different but not yet on the 
surface. There is a nice little story by Hans Christian Andersen, The 
Snowdrop. It goes like that:

The snow lay deep, for it was winter-time. The winter winds blew 
cold, but there was one house where all was snug and warm. And in the 
house lay a little flower; in its bulb it lay, under the earth and 
the snow. One day the rain fell and it trickled through the ice and 
snow down into the ground. And presently a sunbeam, pointed and 
slender, pierced down through the earth, and tapped on the bulb. 
"Come in," said the flower. 
"I can't do that," said the sunbeam; "I'm not strong enough to lift 
the latch. I shall be stronger when springtime comes." 
"When will it be spring?" asked the flower of every little sunbeam 
that rapped on its door. But for a long time it was winter. The 
ground was still covered with snow, and every night there was ice in 
the water. The flower grew quite tired of waiting. 
"How long it is!" it said. "I feel quite cramped. I must stretch 
myself and rise up a little. I must lift the latch, and look out, and 
say `good-morning' to the spring." 
So the flower pushed and pushed. The walls were softened by the rain 
and warmed by the little sunbeams, so the flower shot up from under 
the snow, with a pale green bud on its stalk and some long narrow 
leaves on either side. It was biting cold. 
"You are a little too early," said the wind and the weather; but 
every sunbeam sang: "Welcome" and the flower raised its head from the 
snow and unfolded itself - pure and white, and decked with green 
stripes. It was weather to freeze it to pieces, - such a delicate 
little flower - but it was stronger than any one knew. It stood in 
its white dress in the white snow, bowing its head when the snow- 
flakes fell, and raising it again to smile at the sunbeams, and every 
day it grew sweeter. 
"Oh!" shouted the children, as they ran into the garden, "see the 
snowdrop! There it stands so pretty, so beautiful - the first one!"

Thanks and warmest regards,
Anton