The Great Chain on Urantia (Chapter 5, page 1 of 2)


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Chapter 5

Brother Cyprios is fast asleep, and dreaming…

/// "Brother Cyprios, I would speak with you." A stately robed figure is standing at the foot of the bed, leaning on a staff. A Moses, an Elijah, an emissary of dignity. Rubbing his eyes, "Who are you? What do you want?" "Who do you think I am?" "You look like Moses." "You are right. Come, get up. We have things to attend to." "Alright, I'm coming. But what about little Jack? I can't just go away and leave him here, with no one to watch over him." "Were you watching him before I came?" "I was sleeping, but I was here. If anything happened I would wake up." "Well, look at the bed." "What! Is that me? But I am standing here!" "So Jack is as he was. Shall we go?" "Ah… yes. Of course. Who are you? What are we doing?" Turning to leave, "You may call me Moses, and I will try to lead you out of this world of dark delusion for a moment and show you just a gleam of light." Cyprios follows, anxious and confused. They cross the courtyard and go out through the gate. Up the road and into the woods, without speaking. Cyprios is curiously unafraid, but not confident enough to question this imposing visitor any further. They turn off the path and head for the high bluff that overlooks the monastery. He finds it strange that rocks and roots don't catch his feet; the moon is bright, but not so bright his progress in the underbrush would be unhindered by vines and limbs. And he makes the climb without a change in his breathing. Is this how it was when he was young? No, he was awkward, young. They come out onto the cliff in a clear area and pointing, 'Moses' says "Let us sit on that fallen tree." Cyprios complies, sitting several feet away. "Now, compose yourself, my son, and let me show you how you came to be. It is an interesting story. We first will consider the questions in your mind when you were gazing at the sky before, and then we'll work towards the present." "But Brother Moses, how can you know what I was thinking?" "Cyprios, ever the scholar. May it please your analytic mind: an attitude of worshipful contemplation is never missed or lost in the greater scheme of things. A genuine and questioning humility will always have its just reward and be completely satisfied. Now, shall we proceed?" "Uhh, yes." "Good. About 987 billion years ago a report was received at Uversa that conditions in this sector were favorable for the undertaking of a new material creation. Accordingly, a permit was issued authorizing a force organizer and staff to proceed, and 875 billion years since, the Andronover nebula was underway." "Excuse me. What is… Uversa?" "It is the headquarters of this superuniverse. There are seven superuniverses. We are in the seventh, named Orvonton. Let me continue. The first Andronover sun broke forth 500 billion years ago, but some of the older inhabited planets date from the more stable era around 200 billion years back." "Brother Moses, are you saying there are other inhabited worlds?" Laughing quietly, Moses shakes his head, "Oh, yes my son, millions of them. But, to go on…" "No, please. Astronomers talk about the age of our planet in terms of something like six billion years. How can they be so far wrong? Are they wrong about that?" "Hhrrumph. I see this may take some time. Your astronomers have been looking at the expansion, or as they think of it, the explosion of the heavenly bodies, from so close up, they have become quite captivated by it. But that is only a local phenomenon, so to speak. Elsewhere there is a corresponding contraction taking place, something like a big soft beach ball, or a bean bag; you push in the top and the sides go out, you squeeze in the sides and the top rises. The six billion years is their calculation for the beginning of this particular cycle. But it did not start from time zero, or from an infinitely compact point of contraction, but rather from the peaking of the last revolution or, more fittingly, respiration. You see? Like a sleeping whale, breathing. Once again, to get back to Andronover. The final breakup of that nebula took place some six billion years ago, and that is when your sun burst forth. So that is another reason for the six billion, another local observation. A massive solar eruption occurred 4.5 billion years ago when the Angona system got too close. The solar gas column, or sheaf, thick in the middle and thin at both ends, gave rise to the twelve planets. Saturn and Jupiter from the middle, you see. And they captured some material from Angona, resulting in the retrograde motion of several of their moons. So the planets did not originate from solar revolution but from a near collision, and that is why the plane of their rotation is at an angle to the sun's equator. The planets were much smaller then; they have all captured tremendous quantities of lesser bodies. Even 2.5 billion years ago, this earth had just one tenth of its present mass, so the vast preponderance of its material, including all of the heavier elements, came from meteors and asteroids. As the earth stabilized, this foreign material no longer sank to the center, so the outer mantle is of more recent origin. The result is that much of the radioactive dating of materials is relatively too short, since what is being measured has but recently arrived. One billion years ago your planet was developed to the point that its existence was recognized and registered, and it was named Urantia. The grand universe number assigned to it is 5,342,482,337,666. That is its registration number as an inhabited world. The last three digits are familiar to you, no doubt. The result of compromised revelatory transmissions." "Brother Moses! Please forgive me for calling you that. You're drowning me. My mind is swimming! No, drowning! Look. You are not Moses. Moses was a man. A godly man, no doubt, but a man. I'm sure he did not know the things that you are telling me. So who, or what, are you? And what are you doing with me, TO me!" "Relax, good Cyprios. There is nothing sinister at work here. I'm trying to give you some perspective on the way things really are. Do not alarm yourself. If it's any comfort to you, you and anyone else will be able to read for yourself some of what I'm telling you in a book which is even now in preparation, called The Urantia Book. It will be published sometime in the early 1950s, I should think. Now, it's true I am not Moses. I thought you might be more comfortable, thinking of me as Moses, you see. That is no great matter - my name or station is of no consequence, just now. But it does seem I may have carried this a bit too far and a bit too fast, so perhaps I should find a more gradual way. Revelation is seldom simple. Please bear with me. For now, rather than confuse you further, we should return you to your Jack." "But how will I be tomorrow? With this overwhelming knowledge, how can I ever be the same? What will I say to the others? They will think I am insane!" "Cyprios, please. Now tell me, do you remember speaking with me before?" "I should say not! Are you suggesting I did?" "Yes, and more than once. You see, I respond, as I said at the beginning of our talk, to the questioning and the searching that you struggle with in your more spiritual moments. For instance, we had some conversations when you were so deeply troubled over losing your family. And you now are very concerned about your little Jack." "You mean this is like counseling? Psychiatry? But if I don't remember talking with you before, I suppose I won't after this either, so what's the point? Why are we doing this, if I will not remember it?" "The comparison with psychiatry is valid, although I hope we may accomplish more than that would imply. In psychiatry the usual objective is to bring into consciousness what is buried in the unconscious, and by re-evaluating that, incorporate it into one's daily life in a better integration. What we are about here is almost the reverse. What I convey to you will be in your mind henceforth. It likely will not be available for recall, but it will be there nevertheless and that may help, when next you are troubled and go to search your soul." Brother Cyprios thinks about this for a moment. "But how can stars and planets help with Jack?" "A good point. I do expect Jack will be asking you about stars and planets before long. But more immediately, this is about you. You need some perspective. We shall broach your problems relative to Jack in a minute. You have more and more yielded to a temptation to immerse yourself in the pursuit of knowledge for its own sake, ignoring the larger questions of meaning, and purpose, and value. You well know, deeper down, that erudition in and of itself is sterile. The accumulation of recondite knowledge has a present fascination to be sure, but it can easily become a slavery to pride of place. A man can disorient himself that way, so he loses his bearings, and wakes up one day wondering what this world is all about, and where and how his life has any meaning. Mistake me not, your work has worth beyond immediate reckoning. But human effort first of all must fit a human life. The time has come to tend to your foundations. Do you understand? You're wobbling, Cyprios." "Brother Moses, if I may be so bold, what can I do?" "You've made a start with Jack, and that is good. But I see you sitting on a fence of indecision. Why can you not adopt him as your son? What is preventing you?" "It troubles me that he seems… less than human. I don't know if I could handle being father to an apechild. How do you love a monster?" "Hmmnn… He does have a somewhat primitive appearance, doesn't he? An apechild, you say. Tell me, Cyprios. How do you think human animals like yourself would seem to more exalted beings? Even to inhabitants of three dimension worlds that are much older than Urantia, you yourself would seem somewhat rudimentary. Perhaps hardly human in their eyes. A clever type of worm, by all accounts. It's all relative, isn't it? You need not worry; although Jack may look disturbingly primitive to you just now, he will improve. His birth was unusual; his life will be unusual. But he is human. Think how low you go yourself, compared to spiritual entities. And yet your Father loves you. Loves you like a son. Consider, Jesus chose this poor benighted orb for his ensovereign incarnation, in a body much like your own." "I see I have been selfish." "It is fear, good Cyprios, it is fear. A fear of loss, a fear of hurt, a fear of feeling foolish. Banish that fear. You are a son of God and have a right to be here. And so does Jack." "You said Jack's birth was unusual. What about that? How was it unusual?" "His father is an apeman." "What? An apeman? Well then Jack is not human, is he? If his father is an apeman, he is an apechild. Isn't he?" "No, Cyprios. The father is biologically close enough to a human being to have a child by a human woman. And Jack is fully human, every bit as much as his mother." "My goodness! And tomorrow, will I remember this part?" "It's possible. The deeper your dedication and the firmer your faith and love, the better you will see inside yourself." "I feel like a child. What should I do about Jack?" "Treat him essentially the same way you did your own children. What else? Show some courage, my son." "Are you my father in some way?" Chuckling, "No, I cannot say that. I've been asked to try to help you. Think of me as a friend from far away, who loves you like a father." "I am grateful. Thank you." "Farewell Cyprios." \\\ 15 January 1941 Oh joy and happiness! A child is born. My Jack's Integument has shed its furry covering, and now He is quite human. Jacko is now a homely sap.

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