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White Sun - Tao of Heaven: The Relationship Between Tao and Mankind
The shapeless and formless Tao brings about various elements and spiritual energy. These elements and spiritual energy combine to form living cells. Cells then proliferate into living entities. Each living entity is unique because of the differences in the combination of elements and the intensity of spiritual energy. The intensity of the spiritual energy given to a species determines its class. Among all the living things on Earth, mankind is the only life form that possesses all attributes of Tao. Thus, mankind is the dominion on Earth. Tao of Heaven is the mystic key to the cosmos just like a train must run on rails, a ship must sail on its course and airplane must fly along its designated route otherwise catastrophes will occur. Tao is the Lord of the cosmos, the truth, the way and the life. Tao is void, still, majestic, reverent and divine. Tao of Heaven names Tao as the Lord of all souls or God; Christian as God, Father or Jehovah and Islam as Allah. Although various religions and Tao of Heaven name Tao differently, they all refer to Tao, the only God in the cosmos and the only Lord of all souls. He governs the order in the cosmos, the changes in Heaven and Earth and the very existence of mankind. Tao of Heaven is descended to bring salvation to the world. In order to reach this goal, it is necessary to transmit the essence of Tao to people so that those who receive it can discover the Truth and restore their True Selves. Once they restore their True Selves eventually they will complete the Holy mission of bringing salvation to the world. Soul is the true self of a man which is actually pure, divine and eternal. The physical body is the false self which will subject to birth, old age, sickness and death. Tao of Heaven promotes morality so that evil can be replaced by goodness. It is not motivated by malice or evil thoughts. It does not conflict with any society or religion. It is not a blind belief or a superstition. Its intention is stated plainly and clearly without any hidden ambition. It conveys the Gospel of God to everyone. It promotes the unification of all religions and advocates the returning of all religions into one so that all can return to God's kingdom. Author: T.A ChewWebsite: http://www.white-sun.com T.A Chew is an accountant who was born a Taoist, became a Christian after a miracle happened twenty eight years ago in 1977 and then a devotee of Tao of Heaven in 1993 when a vision of Goddess of Mercy appeared before him after a very bright flash of light. He then became a vegetarian in 1995, converted his house into a Tao temple and became a part-time preacher.
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