Seer Apocalypse

Genesis 37:5 – 11

5 And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren: and they hated him yet the more.

6 And he said unto them, Hear, I pray you, this dream which I have dreamed:

7 For, behold, we were binding sheaves in the field, and, lo, my sheaf arose, and also stood upright; and, behold, your sheaves stood round about, and made obeisance to my sheaf.

8 And his brethren said to him, Shalt thou indeed reign over us? or shalt thou indeed have dominion over us? And they hated him yet the more for his dreams, and for his words.

9 And he dreamed yet another dream, and told it his brethren, and said, Behold, I have dreamed a dream more; and, behold, the sun and the moon and the eleven stars made obeisance to me.

10 And he told it to his father, and to his brethren: and his father rebuked him, and said unto him, What is this dream that thou hast dreamed? Shall I and thy mother and thy brethren indeed come to bow down ourselves to thee to the earth?

11 And his brethren envied him; but his father observed the saying.

The dreamers are the saviors of the world. As the visible world is sustained by the invisible, so men, through all their trials and sins and sordid vocations, are nourished by the beautiful vision of their solitary dreamers. Humility cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; it live in them; it known them as the reality which it shall one day see and know.

Inventors, Composer, sculptor, painter, poet, prophet, sage, these are the makers of the afterworld, the architect of heaven. The world is beautiful because they have lived; without them, laboring humanity would perish.

He who cherishes a beautiful vision, a lofty ideal in the heart, will one day realize it. Columbus cherished a vision of another world and he discovered it; Copernicus fostered the vision of a multiplicity of worlds and a wider universe, and he revealed it; men must behold the vision of a spiritual world of stainless beauty and perfect peace and enter into it.

Cherish your vision; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stir your heart, the beauty that form in your mind, the loveliness that drop your pureness thoughts, for out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.

To desire is to obtain; to aspire is to achieve. Shall man’s basest desire receive the fullest measure of gratification, and his purest aspirations starve for lack of sustenance? Such is not the law: such a condition of things can never obtain; “ask and receive.”

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn; the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreamers are the seedlings of realities.

Your circumstances may be uncongenial, but they shall not long remain so if you but perceive and ideal and strive to reach it. You cannot travel within and stand still without. Here is a youth hard pressed by poverty and labour; confined long hours in an unhealthy workshop; unschooled and lacking all the arts of refinement. But he dreams of better things: he thinks of intelligence, of refinement, of grace and beauty. He conceives of, mentally builds up, an ideal condition of life; the vision of a wider liberty and a larger scope takes possession of him; unrest urges him to action and he utilizes all his spare time and means, small though they are, to the development of his longer hold him. It has become so out of harmony with his mentality that it falls out of his life as a garment is cast aside, and, with the growth of opportunities which fit the scope of his expanding powers, he passes out of it forever. Years later we see this youth as a full-grown man. We find him a master of certain forces of mind which he wields with worldwide influence and almost unequaled power. In his hands he holds the cord s gigantic responsibilities; he speaks and lo! Lives are changed; men and women hang upon his words and remold their characters and sunlike, he becomes the fixed and luminous center around which innumerable destinies revolve. He has realized the vision of his youth. He becomes one with his ideal.

And you, too, youthful reader, will realize the vision (not the idle wish) of your heart, be it base or beautiful, or a mixture of both, for you will always gravitate toward that which you, secretly, most love. Into your hands will be placed the exact results of your own thoughts; you will fall, remain or raise with your thoughts, your vision, your ideal. You will become as small as your controlling desire; as great as your dominant aspiration: in the beautiful words “you must keep accounts and presently you shall fine walk out of the door that for so long still behind your car, the ink stain your fingers—and then and there shall pour out the torrent of your inspiration. You may be driving sheep and you shall wander to the city-bucolic and open mouthed; shall wander under the intrepid guidance of the spirit into the studio of the master, and after a time he shall say, ‘I have nothing more to tech you.’ And now you have become the master, who did so recently dream of great things while driving sheep. You shall lay down the saw and the plane to take upon yourself the regeneration of the world.

The thoughtless, the ignorant, and the indolent, seeing only the apparent effect of things and not the things themselves, talk of luck, of fortune and chance. Seeing a new man grow rich, they sat, “how lucky he is!” observing another become intellectual, they exclaim, “how highly favoured he is!” and nothing the saintly character and wide influence of another; they remark, “how chance aids him at every turn!” they do not see the trials and failures and struggles which these men have voluntarily encountered in order to gain their experience; have no knowledge of the  sacrifices they have made, of the undaunted effort they have put forth, of the faith they have exercised, that they might overcome the apparently insurmountable, and realize the vision of their heart. They do not know the darkness and heartaches; they only see the light and joy and  call it “luck”; do not see the long and arduous journey, but only behold the pleasant goal and call it “good fortune”; do not understand the process, but only perceive the result, and  call it “chance.”

In all human affairs there are efforts, and there are results, and the strength of the effort is the measure of the result. Chance is not. “Gifts,” power, material, intellectual, and spiritual possessions are the fruits of effort; they are thoughts completed, objects accomplished, visions realized.

The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart—this will build your life by, this you will become. True Dreams can’t die! Shalom!

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