THE TEMPLE OF REMEMBRANCE - Swaffield, Diane
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The Temple of Remembrance is a short story about one's relationship to memory, and the power one believes one has within the perception of reality that is called life. The story takes place in the life of a young man who enters the temple as a part of a chosen destiny to learn from 'The Great Ones' a greater awareness of things. However, life and reality are not always as they seem. Is life a dream? Are you the dreamer all the dream? What power do you have, and what is the purpose to it all? The Temple of Remembrance is the story to awaken what is Real within you. Perhaps as you read this…mehr

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The Temple of Remembrance is a short story about one's relationship to memory, and the power one believes one has within the perception of reality that is called life. The story takes place in the life of a young man who enters the temple as a part of a chosen destiny to learn from 'The Great Ones' a greater awareness of things. However, life and reality are not always as they seem. Is life a dream? Are you the dreamer all the dream? What power do you have, and what is the purpose to it all? The Temple of Remembrance is the story to awaken what is Real within you. Perhaps as you read this story you will find yourself experiencing a remembering of your own. "It was a dark night, and as my footsteps echoed upon the stone steps, I hurried into the doorway of the Inner Sanctuary. They had already started, so I made my way silently towards the back and sat down upon the cold stone floor. He was speaking, the one they called the Father of All, dressed in his gown of indigo, and the radiance that emanated from him was so beautiful, as it always was. I looked momentarily around me, to look lovingly at the Temple that had brought me so much joy, so much sorrow, so much pain, and yet here I was seated in the presence of He that I now knew to be the Father of All. Within me, I held me the knowing of my real true self. The room was fairly wide, with a long narrow opening to allow the night sky to be visible upon the upper reaches of the room. The night was dark, the moon not yet visible, yet the room seemed somehow so very light with the presence of the wondrous beings that knew us so well. He speaks of belonging, not to an individual, not to a belief, not to any one thing, but to belong totally within 'all'. He says that belonging can be looked upon as a dependency of thought that allows another to take advantage, but in the belonging to all, there is a knowing that there can never be a separateness of thought, ever."