Let us continue with excerpts from “Así Hablaba Quetzalcóatl (Thus Spoke Quetzalcóatl),” where the enlightened Master details the real meaning of joy and how letting go of worldly possessions can set us free.
Riches are an Evil
“And sitting down by all His brothers, He told them this: One day a dying father called his sons and said to them: Sons of mine, the time is approaching when I will be leaving this body to fly with a subtle one, and walk further than your sight could reach. Come by my side, so that I can share the goods which my hands treasure in this life. And he went on sharing out his belongings. Then, when it was the time for the youngest of them all, he said with a sweet voice: Father of mine: Do I take part in your love? And his father felt strange, because he was the son to whom he had always showed more proof of affection. And so, he answered him: You know well my son, that my love for you is fuller than the love Springs feels towards flowers. And the son asked once more: Do I take part in your love? And his father with grief, answered: Have I by any chance harmed you? Have I failed in giving you what you wanted? Did I ever look at you with wrong eyes? And he […] answered him: Father of mine, don’t you torture me then, neither charge my fragile back with the weight of selfishness, nor wither my life by weighing it with riches. Don’t defeat my tender wings by giving me a greater weight than I could bear. Don’t make my days sad by bounding me with golden chains, nor by locking me up in a cage of jade. Take my part of your possessions, and give it out to those who still don’t know how bad riches can be, because they are in need of food and do not know leisure time. All I want for a house is this body I am wearing, and for a home the world itself, and for a roof the stars. Let me wake up with the Sun and with the works of my hands, so that each day I may give my heart to the day, and later, at dusk, when the night is approaching, that I may wait for her meditating and serene, and may shake hands with it to go with it to the high garden where I come from. Let me be without possessions.
And the father looking at him with tearful eyes and while hugging him, said to him: Give me, my son, from your inner riches, because regarding those I have always been a beggar. I had to be on the threshold of death to understand that gold is like a veil obstructing the spirit’s eyes, and brutalizes man by turning him into an enemy of his own brothers, men. And I being ignorant, intended to shade your brightness and cut your wings off. Forgive me, my son.
Attachment to worldly riches turns possessions into man’s god. It is better not to have anything: you will have nothing to give account for, and nothing to lose or win. Without weight, you will be able to fly as light... as free as the wind.”
Dressed in White
“They were all sitting down in a garden, under the branches of a big tree. And everything was peace in that place. The Sun was slowly hiding, and barely a shadow was taking possession of the air. And a child asked Him: Quetza, talk to us about Joy. And He looked at him sweetly, and after that, He turned to see each one of those who were there and with a smooth voice, such as of the breeze ascending from the bed of the river, He was saying: Someone has said that Joy is the fountain of youth, nevertheless, I tell you that it is the water which feeds the root, and cleans the leaves, and makes it grow up healthy, like a tree with good earth. But you must know that Joy is not merrymaking, neither laughter, nor amusement.
Joy goes always dressed in white, and when it shows through the mouth, it does it with a simple smile which fills the hearts and dilutes all sadness. And when it shows through the eyes, most of the time it leads to tears, but these ones are not of weeping, but of delight. And when it comes through the hands, these ones would wish their fingers become feathers so they could fly towards the horizon of the dream where we all are One.
And if it fills the heart, this one sets itself on fire, like a winged hope, and a happy stillness. When sister Joy approaches you, open your hearts up to her, and she will sit down on them, and will reign over your days and also over your nights. And her light will dissipate the obscurity sown by doubt, and with her perfume she will change the smell of selfishness and vanity.
Sing then, brothers, so that Joy may always be within every heart, and may talk through every mouth, and may see through all eyes, and may give herself through all hands. Let us ask that she may return to the Earth, taken by the hand of Love and Peace.
The cause of all suffering comes from our attitude. Then!... be it what it may, do whatever you do with joy. Do it with your conscience. Do it with all your heart. In this way, your daily dress will be a smile.”
