Photo of George Rapanos George Rapanos: A Quest for Religious Transformation
The mind is forever yearning,
In this world of turmoil and strife.
Those who see beyond the horizon,
Are aware of eternal life.

- George Rapanos

The Forgotten Truth

In these perilous times of cynicism, boredom and despair, I wish to share my inner experience with those who choose to listen. There is an ongoing union with the divine in our journey for transformation. By placing all ideals in their proper context towards its final goal we return to our origin, the universal mind, the forgotten Truth.

As we approach the Spirit and the Spirit approaches us we must become aware of its kinship. The same Spirit that hovered over the waters at the beginning of creation hovers over us today. It is like the phrase I had written in my poem Rebirth. "A Spirit that blows across the water, stirring up the waves as a heart is stirred by the thoughts of love."

God leads our soul away from turmoil, to solitude, into Himself and He himself speaks deep within our soul. When we give birth to what is hidden within us (the forgotten truth) we become co-workers with God. We become whole. The life of all things. God as the supreme architect of the universe. A challenge to death itself and towards life eternal.

I wish to reach out and touch the hearts of those who wish to listen. What I am saying is that if you experience this love and see it in the objects of this world as I have written in my story The Grandfather Clock and Me, then you are in communion with God, the author of beauty in nature. The Cosmic Christ, the glory of God that is found in all things. The "living Buddha" that is manifested in every being. The Cosmic Universal Conscious Mind. Beholding God by experiencing His presence. His Spirit is felt and heard deep within ones soul. Meister Eckhart expressed it this way "The eye in which I see God is the same eye in which God sees me. My eye and God's eye are one eye, and one seeing and one knowing and one loving."

I wish to leave behind my gift to the human condition. A gift of love, not hate, a gift of hope, not despair, a blessing, not a curse. This gift for us is to life itself. A gift to "God Himself." Our common destiny. A resurrection from the ashes of death itself and rise youthfully alive to live for another period as I wrote in The Forest Goddess. "The Spirit never dies. It blooms for a night and then disappears but is not dead. It blossoms again in another part of the forest and exists for another night to bloom again and again." This freedom in a cosmic dance! Everything leading to Thee_____

A gift is not a gift unless it is received. It is my hope that you will receive this gift of love by finding traces of this love within my poetry and through them catch a glimpse of His eternal love as I have written in this couplet.

God, who did my soul create,
In thy presence thou refuge take.
With this glorious love I swear,
Youth's beauty is only but fair.

George Rapanos

Grandfather Clock Story - Short
Grandfather Clock Story - Long
The Hidden Treasure Myth
The Forgotten Truth
The Forest Goddess