Compassion

[Peregrinus]

some people seem to be thinking that there will be no need to incarnate, once after 3rd density, as repeated by a person who is talking (named barbara) in that quo transcript. i have also seen some people say like that around here too.

where does this conclusion comes from ?

unknown.

will the 3-4d activated body incarnates live for a duration in between 3d and 4d norms, modified by conditions on the planet ?

Being that there is only four to five hundred years of usable 3D light left, longer incarnate experiences will not be possible in 3D.

For those that crystallize sufficiently for 4D activation... I am unsure...

Back to compassion. I found the session and Q'uote I sought.

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Let us tell you a small story, a story in which the hero is a man bent upon learning the meaning of compassion. He seeks first a very, very famous and successful mental and spiritual guide to many. This famous man greets our hero. His home is palatial, his manner most civilized. His entire being radiates a sureness of character and the confidence of wealth and yet, so many who are themselves influential in the ways of your society have spoken highly of this gentleman, but our hero feels perhaps he will know the meaning of compassion, having helped so many.

“Ah,” the rich man says, “all these things that I own are necessary in order that I may offer my services to those who in turn have the power to help so many others. True compassion is knowing whither to put your energies, and I have offered my aid to those who will be able, in turn, to be of the greatest help to the greatest number.”

Our hero moves from this interview understandably unsatisfied and walks into the middle of the city, into the meaner portions of its dark streets, passes warehouses, bolted windows, and those among your peoples who have not a supply of money for protection against the elements, and he comes to a terribly dirty, falling down storefront which is marked, “Mission.” Inside, there is a rather gaunt woman ladling soup for those indigents who have no money and he asks her with hope in his eyes and in his voice, “Can you tell me what compassion is?”

“Certainly,” says the woman, lifting her tired eyes from the kettle. “Compassion is a plate of soup for a hungry man. Compassion is seeing beauty and perfection in those things which are apparently not lovely, in seeing love in that which is not loved.”

“How many do you serve in this manner?” asked our seeker.

“I do not know,” replies the gaunt woman. “As many as I can supply with soup. Not many, I suppose,” she says, “but it is all that I can do.”

Our seeker by this time is quite confused. The two faces of compassion both seem so compelling. One is logical, one moves the heart. Both seem to be a means of comforting those who seek comfort, and is that not what compassion is?

Wandering aimlessly in the bright sun of the mid-afternoon, the young man spies a tree in the midst of a small park. There is a circular seat beneath it and he is tired and without thinking he goes to it and rests upon it that he may consider what compassion might be. After spending some time in aimless and unproductive musing, he glances to one side and then the other. Upon one side sits a most wealthy man busy with his work, the signs of wealth in his dress and his accouterments. Upon our hero’s other side rests one of those from the soup kitchen, a man unable to function within the limits of society based upon money.

The seeker looks up at the tree and suddenly knows what compassion is, for the tree is shading all three entities from the harshness of the afternoon sun.