How Do You Know That You Are Loving, Centered & Living & Practicing The All Truth,?

[LoveOneAnother]

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[waysider]

What is "The All Truth"?

[Bramble]

Sounds like this should go in the Doctrinal Forum.

[year2027]

God first

thanks LoveOneAnother

sounds like could fit anywhere

but no one has any truth

we all believe illusion are real

we all see the holes in our believes and the holes outside the illusion we believe

we are search for it but we need help

God help us

teach us the truth by the lies we uncover

with love and a holy kiss Roy

Edited November 22, 2010 by year2027

[soul searcher]

What is "The All Truth"?

The first result I got from a Google search turned up a blog that mentioned a related term, "The Great Sacred Secret", which is a book by E.W. Bullinger.

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Anyway, regarding the OP, assuming that a Christian-oriented answer is required, check out 2 Peter 1:3-10. It appears that what you have to do is this:

...make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, mutual affection; and to mutual affection, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.(NIV)

That's what the bible says, anyway. :)

[teachmevp]

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That three-in-one-god junk, that spirit teaching junk, I see way people ??????

Throw it out their, let's reason out your ?????

[Bramble]

All Truth...all around us I suppose, but we may only recognize bits and pieces... and when we compare notes with others we don't have the same bits.

[Twinky]

Welcome, LoveOneAnother.

This is your first post, so - Welcome to the Cafe.

You don't need to be afraid to speak up here.

And you can pose any question you like and let your thoughts wander where they will.

Would you care to expand your question a little? Which part of your question is important to you? Is it rhetorical ("how do you know")? Or a discussion of "the all truth"? Or something else, perhaps?

[mstar1]

What is "The All Truth"?

as far as I know we only "know in part".

God is omniscient, not me.

[waysider]

All Is Truth

By Walt Whitman

1819-1892

O me, man of slack faith so long,

Standing aloof, denying portions so long,

Only aware to-day of compact all-diffused truth,

Discovering to-day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none,

but grows as inevitably upon itself as the truth does upon itself,

Or as any law of the earth or any natural production of the earth does.

(This is curious and may not be realized immediately, but it must be

realized,

I feel in myself that I represent falsehoods equally with the rest,

And that the universe does.)

Where has fail'd a perfect return indifferent of lies or the truth?

Is it upon the ground, or in water or fire? or in the spirit of man?

or in the meat and blood?

Meditating among liars and retreating sternly into myself, I see

that there are really no liars or lies after all,

And that nothing fails its perfect return, and that what are called

lies are perfect returns,

And that each thing exactly represents itself and what has preceded it,

And that the truth includes all, and is compact just as much as

space is compact,

And that there is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth--but

that all is truth without exception;

And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am,

And sing and laugh and deny nothing.

[waysider]

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,

If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,

But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,

And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,

Missing me one place search another,

I stop somewhere waiting for you.

------Walt Whitman

[year2027]

God first

thanks waysider

How about this possible answer

Gypsy Folk Tales, by Francis Hindes Groome, [1899], at sacred-texts.com

No. 35.--The Lying Story

Before I was born, my mother had a fancy for roast starlings. And there was no one to go, so I went alone to the. forest. And I found roast starlings in the hollow of a tree. I put in my hand, and could not draw it out. I took and got right in, and the hole closed up. I set out and went to my godfather to borrow the axe.

My godfather said, 'The servant with the axe is not at home, but,' said my godfather, 'I will give you the hatchet, and the hatchet is expecting little hatchets.'

'Never fear, godfather.'

And he gave me the hatchet, and I went and cut my way out of the tree, and I flung down the hatchet. Whilst it was falling a bird built its nest in the handle, and laid eggs, and hatched them, and brought forth young ones; and when the hatchet had fallen down, it gave birth to twelve little hatchets. And I put them in my wallet, and carried them to my godfather. My godfather rejoiced. He gave me one of the hatchets, and I stuck it in my belt at my back, and went home. I was thirsty and went to the well. The well was deep. I cut off my brainpan, and drank water out of it. I laid my brainpan by the well, and went home.

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[paragraph continues] And I felt something biting me on the head; and when I put up my hand to my head there came forth worms. I returned to my brainpan, and a wild-duck had laid eggs in my brainpan, and hatched them, and brought forth ducklings. And I took the hatchet, and flung it, and killed the wild-duck, but the ducklings flew away. Behind the well was a fire, and the hatchet fell into the fire. I hunted for the hatchet, and found the handle, but the blade of the hatchet was burnt. And I took the handle, and stuck it in my belt at my back, and went home, and found our mare, and got up on her. And the handle cut the mare in half, and I went riding on two of her legs, and the two hind ones were eating grass. And I went back, and cut a willow withy, and trimmed it, and sewed the mare together. Out of her grew a willow-tree up to heaven. And I, remembered that God is owing me a treeful of eggs and a pailful of sour milk. And I climbed up the willow, and went to God, and went to God's thrashing-floor. There twelve men were thrashing oats.

'Where are you going to, man?'

'I am going to God.'

'Don't go; God isn't at home.'

And the smiths felled the willow, and I took an oat-straw and made a rope, and let myself down. And the rope was too short, and I kept cutting off above, and tying on below; then I jumped down, and came to the other world. I went home, and got a spade, and dug myself out [of the other, or nether world], and went home, and gave the starlings to my mother, and she ate, and was safely delivered of me, and I am living in the world.

with love and a holy kiss Roy

[soul searcher]

Walt Whitman lived in Huntington, Long Island. I drive within a mile or so of his house every day.