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THE ENGINEER THE WRITER AND COSMIC BEINGS

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This extraordinary experience Beatrice was privileged to be part of has helped her understand that we are not alone, never have been and never will be. And until we become consciously aware human beings of the glory around us, kind to each other and willing to change, we will find we are in the same old-same old patterns of behaviour. 

We need to listen to our hearts, our bodies and our intuition. This intuition is the first thought that comes instantly into our mind when we think of some person or thing, and which must be acted on straight away without re-thinking it.  

We are living in one of the greatest periods of human existence; let’s make the most of it.

 

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ISBN: 978-1-922229-79-3   Format: Paperback
Number of pages: 98
Genre: Non Fiction


Cover: Clive Dalkins

 

 

 

Author - Beatrice Forsyth
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published:  2015
Language: English


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Preface/Author’s Note

 

What’s in us has vibrated down through the ages and the time is NOW, to complete the cyclic journey of human existence back to The Golden Age, with the greatest support humanity has ever received.

The intention of this book is to show us that love, belief and knowledge can change the world.

 

The Engineer 

1800s 

In 19th Century England a young mechanical engineer worked for the Great Western Railways. He loved his job, but his greatest joy was to watch the steam locomotives on their shining, silvery tracks, sliding into and out of the train station. He often spent his spare moments wondering how to make these trains go faster.

One particular day he was sitting on the railway platform with his legs dangling over the edge, eating his lunch. Through his daydreams he heard a train’s whistle and its wheels screeching on the tracks; the train driver had seen him and was trying desperately to stop the train.

Unfortunately, the huge engine was upon him as he tried to scramble up off the platform but he lost his balance and fell onto the train track into the path of the engine’s wheels. As he tried to flatten himself against the short wall under the platform, both his feet were cut off.

Stunned and bleeding, he yelled at the top of his lungs for help again and again. At last someone heard his cries over the sound of the screaming brakes, as the train pulled up. Two men raced over to him. One man jumped down between the platform and the train and lifted him up on to the platform; the other man grabbed his limp body and carried him away from the edge, laying him gently on the ground. Meanwhile, a third man ran to get his mates to help carry the injured man to the nearby hospital.

In those days no one thought to save his feet so that surgeons could re-attach them to the stumps of his legs. Surgery had not advanced to that exciting possibility. Nor did technology allow for artificial feet, so he was destined to live out his life using a wheelchair. The stumps of his legs took many months to heal. He lost his job and his workmates gradually faded away from visiting him. Without work to do and the recuperation period taking much longer than he imagined, he started to think about the direction his life would now take him.

With no ability to walk he knew he would never have a career in the railways or even be able to physically work. He became anxious and despondent, then angry. His desperation and anger grew; why did this happen to him? Why didn’t he die? What had he done that he needed to be punished? He began to feel like ending his life. Then he asked himself what purpose that would serve.

Over time, his contemplation changed from deep despair and worry about his future to more spiritual things. He wondered if there was a God, and if there was, how could this God let such an accident happen to him? Was God an old man with a beard, stationed somewhere in the cosmos, sitting on His throne, ready to pass judgement on stupid people who daydreamed on railway platforms with their legs dangling over the side? Was there a God at all?

He wondered if there was a cosmic intelligence – a super-intelligence – that surreptitiously directed the lives of people who unwittingly went about their own business here on Earth. Was this cosmic intelligence called God? He thought this must be, and wondered who and what God was.

He wrote and wrote, arguing with himself on paper, alternatively ranting and raving to this God, but at the same time he began to research what had been written on the spiritual side of life, the human spirit and divine intervention.

As time went on he thought about all the goodness in the world, like the man who heard his cries for help and picked him up, bleeding and disoriented, after the train ran over his legs. Maybe the goodness of his fellow man was just that, but maybe there was a God looking down from above who directed people and trains, a loving God who saved his life. Perhaps He was the one who created the sun and the moon, the stars and all things in the cosmos.

The stars: what made them shine and sparkle constantly? What were they? He read that the 16th Century Polish astronomer, Copernicus, once said, ‘The stars we see in the heavens at night are planets, billions of light years from Earth.’ And this deep-thinking astronomer was the first to propose that Earth was not the centre of the universe, as had been thought. Earth travelled around the sun.

Astronomers discovered that stars are like suns, hundreds and hundreds of thousands of light years from us, so they appear as twinkling lights constantly moving through the heavens.

The young engineer began to think that the universe must be infinite, with no beginning and no end, filled with the colour of swirling vapours. However, he wondered how stars, planets, the sun and moon were formed in the beginning.

Amazing, he thought, there must be a God, a higher power, a universal mind, a creator of all this, of everything. If He, God, created the stars, the sun and the moon, then He must have created Man and all of nature, and he began to see that in the very beginning, God made all of nature as a gift of beauty to the world.

He became passionate about the cosmos and started to investigate his thoughts, and research the beliefs of great philosophers like Socrates and Plato. He read some of the sacred books of the East, the Bible and the Koran, and books by the theosophist Annie Besant, a freethinker of the late 1800s.

He deduced that these authors were right: God is a Great Creator. If He created me I must be a part of Him. Creation is like a woman giving birth to a baby; that baby is a part of her, and will always be. Maybe God was a woman.

But if he was a part of God, why would God allow him to be hurt? If He created us all and therefore all of humanity is part of Him, why do terrible things happen to people? Why do we fight one another, kill one another?

The young man concluded that we are responsible for what happens to us and God allows us to make mistakes, so that we learn there is a Divine Intelligence with a bigger plan for us. Then he read that there are no ‘mistakes’, they are only mis-takes on life’s path.

He started to collate his notes and his deep meandering thoughts into a book that, he hoped, would help people to understand that there are other dimensions to the world as we know it, and the role humanity plays. As Shakespeare, the world’s great playwright and writer of sonnets, once said, ‘The world’s a stage and men and women merely players’.

He read and wrote and meditated on the complexity of life, but his mind seemed to go round in circles and he became confused and disillusioned. He gave up looking for the big answers and returned to his love of steam locomotives and pondered how to increase their speed.

However, by giving up his studies, he missed the opportunity of a lifetime and didn’t discover the spiritual side of human life. If he had, it may have allowed his soul to grow in the understanding of his unfortunate situation, and eventually he may have found peace and joy in life. The need to understand is a human trait; however, it is not necessary for a fulfilled life.

The book the young engineer dreamed of writing was left without further research and remained unwritten until he died.

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