A book review by Paul Meadows
If you've ever spent many hours in a situation where holy company is unavailable and formal meditation is impractical, then you've probably realized the value of a good book. There aren't very many of them. But there are a few. I don't really remember actually reading The Last Unicorn, it seems as if someone with a gentle voice read it aloud to me.
You see, a unicorn is the rarest of animals. Legend tells us that a golden bridle is necessary to catch one, but one learned hunter maintains, "You need only to be pure in heart." There was a time when hunts were organized to capture unicorns. The only way they ever came close was by making the hunt so bright, happy and colorful that the unicorn would come to see it. But even then, no unicorn was ever captured.
There has not been a boom age of the pure in heart in a long time and many centuries have come and gone since any unicorn was sighted. There is one living though, in a lilac wood. One day she overheard two hunters talking about how all unicorns, although immortal, had vanished from the earth. Now, unicorns do not often see each other. For the unicorn of the lilac wood it was enough to know that others like herself existed. "A unicorn needs no more than that for company."
In the beautiful country of this book the last unicorn passes through many adventures on a journey to discover the fate of the others that once 'moved like shadows' through the forests of the earth. She meets many dangers; some that are dangerous only to unicorns, some that hurt humans. There are moments of wonder, of terror, of delight and rapture that play in the heart like the notes of a hiddensymphony.
As the unicorn begins her travels a terrible thing happens. Many people chase her, not because she is a unicorn, but because they think she is a beautiful white mare or an Arabian horse. It seems that everyone has lost all ability to recognize a unicorn even though she "possesses that oldest, wildest grace that horses never had, that deer have only in a shy, thin imitation and goats in dancing mockery." The unicorn wonders, "How can it be? I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they saw them. But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else?" The pure and immortal is hard to recognize in any case, but most especially if you have never dreamed about it.
There is another sad state, a favorite of human beings, acted through in this story. It is that feeling between two people, so great that the physical world fades a bit as if it were a dream. Only each other are real, at least for fleeting and often frightened moments. Lady Amalthea was loved by Prince Lir. When he looked into her eyes he saw fox cubs and green leaves, trees and streams. But as time passed her eyes changed. The forest within them began to fade and Lir didn't know what to do about it.
He was a true hero though and he did what heroes are wont to do: slaying dragons and answering fatal riddlesfor the love of a lady. And he also did what true heroes are wont to do: trusting in love, causing himself unspeakable and worthwhile sorrow.
But you should read it yourself. I can't even describe this story. There is Schmedrick the magician in search of real magic, and Molly Grue whose eyes were turned from brown to love by the unicorn, and so many others. Next time you are babysitting or on a long car ride, get into it. You might even set aside a night to join in the quest of the last unicorn. But take care. You may cry a little, thankful that you have received Knowledge and that such things as The Last Unicorn exist in this universe.
Upon receiving Guru Maharaj Ji's letter asking premies to confirm all agya with Him, Mike Clegg flew to Denver from San Antonio to discuss the "Divine City Project." Maharaj Ji met with Mike Clegg for about an hour, and renamed the project, "The City of Love and Light."
As Clegg explains it, the project could create a "city" of approximately five thousand premies, who would have to be some of the hardest working and most dedicated in the world. "Once this type of community was formed it could send out say 1,000 of its most talented members and begin a second community on the outskirts of some other large city. One could grow to two and two could become four and so on."
Clegg says the business activities of the project should financially support Divine Light Mission after a year or so, whether we have a city of premies or not. This was the main reason why Guru Maharaj Ji wanted to tie the project into Divine Light Mission under his direction, because now is clearly the time to put energy into projects that can support, not drain, the Mission financially. Larry Bernstein, who was working with Mike Clegg, has since left the project and is now working on his own in California.
Guru Maharaj Ji sent satsang back to Texas with Clegg for the other 65 premies working there, encouraging them to continue in their devotion under his direction.
If any premie is interested in the City of Love and Light project, they should send a letter and resume to the Personnel department c/o National Headquarters, Divine Light Mission, 511 16th St., Denver, CO 80202.
Grown ups have a nasty habit
of climbing onto the shoulders
of children, and insisting on
riding them to market.
Minds have a nasty habit
of climbing onto the shoulders
of hearts and riding them
to confusion. Guru Maharaj Ji,
the Child on a White Charger,
knocks them out of their seats
with the lance of Divine Strength,
and the Queen of Heaven
weeps to see His beauty.
by Charles Cameron