Cheon Hwa Gung, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA * Morning Hoon Dok Hae Address
What is the name of this region here? “Las Vegas.” Las Vegas. Do you know what the name of this house is? “Cheon Hwa Gung.” Cheon Hwa Gung (天和宮). When you say “gung (palace),” I had thought it would be something big, but even with many people coming in, 26 nations? “24 nations.” 24 nations. How many nations from Europe? “From Korea, 96 came; from America, 64.” 64. “Yes. From Japan, 23, and the rest are world vice presidents.”
In general, are all the faces Eastern? “Inside here, mainly Eastern people are seated, the world vice presidents are also seated in front, and over there outside, many foreigners are seated.” Whom do I know best? “Mother.” (Laughter) (Applause) When people meet, they greet and so on, and we will all greet, but although you may have seen many photos of Teacher, encountering me face to face is your first time here. Here is the first time.
Then there will be people to introduce. “I will introduce the continental heads.” Yes. “Will the world vice presidents in charge of each continent please stand up. These are the continental heads.”
Many people from many nations—when you go to a nation, the nation is not just a country with that name; the whole within the nation has its citizens, then mountains and waters, regional unity, air, sun, all manner of worlds—all forming one cluster, living together as nations.
Among nations, which nation has become the best nation? “Cheon Il Guk.” The best nation—it is the nation in which I live, in which we live; it is the best nation.
So you understand, but think on it: there is, in truth, no “best nation.” First, do you know whether God exists? Whether God exists or not, do you know? God is the only One.
There Is No Such Thing as “the Best Nation”
What is special about Korea is this: when one says “Hananim (God),” in many nations—in 26 nations—the names of the 26 are different, and the people there serving and living, each of their faiths, attend only one, the One who is the only One. Is the nation that lives serving such a One a splendid nation, a good nation, or a bad nation? “A splendid and good nation.”
It will be a good nation. God—even the world's nations, regarding God, regarding the divine, there are many ways of expression, but the meaning, the splendid meaning—a nation living serving such a yangban—what is the nation you all like best? “Korea.” Other than your nation. “Korea.” What? (Laughter)
There may be many sayings, but the One God who is the only One, from birth, from olden days, with the name unchanged, just as it has been throughout history, attends Him and living, becoming manure, the history that has come forth. Korean history—do you know the meaning of “Korea”? Are our people happy or unhappy?
Living Together with the One God, Who Is the Only One Brings Happiness
What is the unhappy person?
The opposite of the way of living well is unhappiness, but what is the unhappy person? The unhappy ones are those who do not know happiness. Those who do not know what? “Those who do not know happiness.” Do you know happiness? What kind of thing is happiness? Is happiness round, square, or triangular?
The happy person, the happy hunters who see this bird flying freely, do not know. Happiness is that, where one is, that very place must obtain a place of happiness.
Furthermore, all the things and phenomena around—each boasts of themselves, but they themselves must also be happy. So there must be a happy nation, a happy environment, and then happy people.
Among people, there are high and low, well-favored and ill-favored, and all kinds; well-favored and ill-favored people—what kind is “ill-favored”? Is the well-favored one whose face is pretty, whom all consider a great beauty, the well-favored one? Have you ever met a well-favored person? What do you think? Where are well-favored or ill-favored people?
Among them, who is the most well-favored yangban?
The yangban who is the only one, the King who is the only one, the Father who is the only one, the wife who is the only one, the family that is the only one—that too. If you live with God, you become happy.
For God to be happy, that land must be happy, and the mountains and rivers, all things—happiness is when, in such an environment with such people and all happy things, I am embraced and live; the One who lived so is the only One, the happy God.
There Must Be a Happy Nation, Environment, and People
Out of all in the world, do you wish to be the second-most well-favored or the first? The first. What is “the first”? Is the one who has become like that one, like that one, the first? Someone like me being the first. Which would be good? “Someone like me.” Someone like me—how? Becoming the first, a happy person like God, for a long, long.
Then would there be two such people, or one? “One.” Have you met him? Are there more women here or men? “Women.” Aren't the Unification Church and similar things alike? Why have so many women gathered? (Laughter) For what have you gathered? “What did you gather for?” When asked thus, the word for “work” comes out.
If asked, “Gathered for what you like?” liking has many things, but if a man is good, then women are good, and women and men become fathers and mothers, but the names are different. I will say it again, several times.
You hear too—the same shape, the same person, with several real, God-like women—can there be more than one apart from God? “There cannot.” The One God who is the only one, the King who is the only one. Then, when many women think, do they like the King, who is the only one, or do they like the Queen, who is the only one? It is varied. Ah, what will you do with one only?
From the One called the only One, God, all things are connected; from there, the bond began. From there, two arose, and four, and the even and odd of these arose. Big people, small people, narrow people, wide people. Aju, what am I doing in the morning? (Laughter) With so many people like this, I look at each face closely, seeing one more even of one person—if I say there is only one woman, what about the others here? They would complain, no?
From the One God, All Things Are Connected
You think Teacher is now just speaking carelessly—you thought I would make us pleased and happy and treat you happily, but happiness is for only one person.
That feels unpleasant, no? So one person—the very first, like first place—gathers all together; wherever in the world they go, that first place all gathers. Compared with any person, in comparing it can be a model; if the face is good-looking, then good-looking it is.
Is the teacher's face ill-favored or well-favored? “Well-favored.” In the past, I thought I was well-favored, but these days, since I cannot consider myself to be well-favored, am I a pitiable person or a happy person? (Laughter)
If you met the teacher today, from the very first, what would you want to see?
What would you want to do? What would you want to eat? What would you want to do next?
Good people, eating good things, then good fathers and mothers, good husbands and wives, good sons and daughters, good men—all gathered. What is the best of the good things? Is laughing better, or weeping? “Laughing is better.” Try laughing once. (Laughter) Why is the sound strange?—Try weeping.
Try weeping—you cannot.
If you try weeping, what? You dislike weeping, no? You dislike, you like. Those words, in each nation, when one thinks of their meaning, all the myriad forms exist, but the comparing of those good things—what is the standard by which to compare in our world? What is the most precious? “Love.” What love again? (Laughter) The word “love” has been heard so much, so often, that one cannot remember.
Among Good Things, the Best and Most Precious Is Love
Even as people grow old, the saying “lived well, lived ill” disappears; even if all love that is liked disappears, calamity. Hey! What does a well-favored man, a man, want to do? Becoming an athlete in taekwondo, becoming the chief in martial arts—is that good? Who are these two yangban? (Laughter) Are you a man or a woman? (Laughter) “I am a man.” How is it that one who was in Seoul, Korea, has appeared here? (Laughter) “Today, especially…”
Set aside “especially”—an ordinary person is good. (Laughter) Even I am special in the world, but if you sift out the most special among souls and say, “Speak,” there are not many, even of three persons.
So, those not well-favored. Did you all come because you wished to see Teacher, or because you wished to meet him? “We came wishing to see him.” Did you come to exchange greetings, or what? What did you come for?
When the night passes 1 a.m., the surroundings are not quiet, but in the midst of the quiet, what kind of person comes seeking? Those seeking to dig out another's secrets—when in the quiet, when it is so quiet that everyone is sleeping and seems to vanish into the quiet, who comes?
If God exists, the yangban who is the only One—if there is one when many people have gathered, with a representative as the center to speak—if you believe in God, it is God.
In the quietest, the best quiet, sitting in such a place, would the yangban who is the master, be quiet, not even smiling, like a statue? Or laughing, with a laughing face, would it be good in the quiet? Which would be good? Aju, now, since I have grown old, talking like this leaves me winded. How much I have spoken—the words that can speak do not like me.
Meeting frequently and trying to do all manner of things—” That fellow!” Not “that gentleman” but “that fellow!” “Whew.” If one met the One God, what would one say? Meeting many, many people. Then would He wish to be met as a well-favored God, an ordinary-person God, or an ill-favored-person God?
God, Who Wishes to Meet Parents Better Than God
Even more fearsome than a thief is the yangban who is God, who wishes to meet parents better than God. There are various forms. The man seated here—besides “God,” among how many “nim” (honorific) titles would he enter? What do they call me? “Teacher (Seonsaengnim).” “Seonsaengnim”—” the one born first is the teacher.” The one born first. Even this tree, even the air, even all the mountains and streams of the world existed before me—what does the one called “Teacher” first do?
Who is the master yangban of the Unification Church?
Is one person here the master of the Unification Church, or an ordinary person of the Unification Church? “He is the master.” Behind, there appears to be some dozing. (Laughter) The one who comes seeking quietly in the dark of morning, secretly, is not God, but the opposite—what? Satan.
What is “Satan”? The word “Satan”—ah, since they come from all four directions (sabang) by airplane, “Satan,” the yangban who has come from all four directions, “Satan.” (Laughter) That is the meaning. Satan, who can be there and yet vanish—where? It comes from all four directions. The yangban who has the talent, not in one place, is called “Satan.” Among Satans, in religion, what does the Unification Church call him?
The devil. Even the devil—evil devil. What? What is the worst word? Devil-like Satan. Then what is the worst word after that? One who lies well does not know how to lie. How well-favored. The one who, even while lying, does not know how to lie—how well-favored. Speaking of these things, since the teacher up to now lives only by speaking, do you know that he is famous as a Teacher who speaks well?
He curses well, too. (Laughter) None of you likes to be cursed, no? Why—that fellow's “nun-sigak” (eyes), “look at the eyes” becomes “look at the eyeballs (nungkkal).” “Kkal,” “kkal”—”kkal-kkal-hada” (rough), “looks rough”—is good. “Look at the eyeballs.” Then how do they say “nose”? “Look at the nose-trunk (kotong).” What about the mouth? “Look at the mouth-hole (ipaguri).” When you say mouth, the agungi (firebox)—the firebox where you make a fire—whatever you put in, it burns up.
Ah, with the light of fire there, with the capacity to make smoke—what is this? The word agui. What about the ears? What ears? Ears like Sakyamuni Buddha. And the face? An ill-favored face like President Moon. (Laughter) I like it—why do all dislike it? I know how to speak good words too; I have made an effort to learn from anyone what others do, refusing to be inferior to anyone, but at times I have met those who disliked me, met those who disliked meeting, met those who disliked listening, and many who advised me not to speak.
Do you know what the title of this is? “The Owner of Peace, the Owner of the Bloodline.” Do you know what kind of textbook this is? “A Hoon Dok Hae textbook.” A textbook is a textbook. (Laughter)
When you say gyoje (textbook)—in Korean—people say they will go out for gyoje (social interaction), saying they are good at diplomacy. Do you know the name? “Yes.” What is it? “The Owner of Peace, the Owner of the Bloodline.” The Owner of peace—those who do not want to be the Owner, try once to die; you will not die but live. Owner, “the Owner of peace,” then? “The Owner of the bloodline.” Where is the bloodline? Where is peace? Where is the Owner?
The Hoon Dok Hae of Cheon Jeong Gung in Alaska—the best… “Nevada. (True Mother)” From the best chapter of Nevada, we will start; listen well to what chapter it is. Now! “It is Father's autobiography, as a Peace-Loving Global Citizen.”
A True Family Completes the True Human Being
You know the autobiography?
These days, that book is famous; what kind of man is that man? I had considered him to be the most ill-favored man, but now seeing him, I am so well-favored that I lose my mind, studying daily, (Applause) and worried about not meeting. Now. There is a woman who likes this photo most—a woman I dislike, and that woman is sitting here. (Laughter) (Applause) Find out well what kind of woman she is. Now! Listen.
“It is Chapter 5. 'A True Family Completes the True…'" Chapter 5 again, again do it, Chapter 5. “'A True Family Completes the True Human Being—My Wife Hak Ja Han.'” Where is Hak Ja Han? Applaud. (Applause) She applauds more joyfully than I do, even when I am jealous. Now! Quietly read the book.
(Hoon Dok Hae of True Father's autobiography As a Peace-Loving Global Citizen begins from Chapter 5, “A True Family Completes the True Human Being—My Wife Hak Ja Han”; “…One day, our member Mrs. Hong Soon-ae introduced her, saying she was her daughter. When asked, 'What is your name?' she answered clearly, 'Yes, my name is Hak Ja Han (韓鶴子).' What was that? “Hak Ja Han.” So you all do know. Better than me. (Laughter)
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “But at that moment, without my realizing, I repeated three times, 'Hak Ja Han has been born in the Republic of Korea!' and said, 'God! This splendid woman called Hak Ja Han…'”)
One who has studied Chinese characters and become a doctor (haksa) is called a Hakja (scholar). (Laughter) (Applause) You must know it. The God who is the only One. They also say “the only daughter walking sorrowfully (han).” Listen well. Look once—is she well-favored or ill-favored? “Well-favored.” Ill-favored… Among women, I have not met a well-favored woman among women themselves. (Laughter) All these are well-favored, truly well-favored. (Applause)
Although today people who do not know each other meet for the first time, having met so interestingly, lived interestingly, weaving interesting history, the women of 26 nations, the ill-favored women, are the outstanding and well-favored women from there—are they gathered tonight to celebrate, gathered to give an award, gathered to watch? Since today is a special day, sit specially and have expectations.
What is your name, Reiko? “It is Tsugoi.” Your husband lectures well, no? Out of how many men did you know him as one of that order before President Kuboki? Tsugoi! “It seems the interpreter has not come today. (True Mother)” The interpreter… She does not know Korean. Interpretation—Our three nations are always set up to be prepared. Already from '85 we built such a tradition; though she cannot hear Korean, she knows how to smell out Korean.
Korean is fascinating—interesting. Among Korean words, “jaemi (interesting)” is the most interesting word that one likes is “jaemi. Do you know “jaemi”? Try saying “jaemi.” “Jaemi.” “Jaemi (在美)” means “to be in America.” Because it is Jaemi. When you say “jaemi,” it is America.
So because one is in America, the saying of living jaemi-ly there, there is no better word than that. That is the meaning of the Korean word. Jaemi-itta (interesting).
It is interesting—ah, truly so good and good that, to such a degree of interest, one is at the point of dying. When dying, all is forgotten and one lives, but the word “interesting” is the word liked, saying that one will educate while dying. Don't you want to find out how good a word it is? Jaemi! “Jaemi!” Jaemi! “Jaemi.” Jaemi! “Jaemi.” Jaemi! “Jaemi.” Jaemi! “Jaemi.” Wherever they say “jaemi-itta,” I find it fascinating.
In Japanese, omoshiroi (interesting). (From here in Japanese) (Laughter) That is the adjective form. In English, what? “Interesting.” Interesting? What else? The opposite word? “Indifference.” Now, read. Read quickly.
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “…Her hometown was Jeongju, the same as mine, but she lived in Anju and came south during the Korean War. At the time when she came to our church, Mrs. Hong Soon-ae was leading a devotional life in Chuncheon and was raising her daughter very strictly. My wife…”) A devoted (heonshinjeok) wife, fresh-bodied (saeshinjeok)… Why is it called “heonshinjeok (devoted)”? (Laughter) It should be saeshinjeok. It is good to learn such things. Only then can one speak interestingly. Now!
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “…Under her mother's care, she grew up going only between home and school. Apart from school, coming to our church was her sole outing. At the time, nearly forty years old, I was sensing that the time of marriage was approaching.”)
Ah, advanced in age. There was a forty-year-old bachelor. (Laughter) Like a poet, forty, in the resting season of poetry, refers to such an age, dull, with a flavor, or what, even I do not know. Even jaemi, when excited and propagating, is the time of crossing the ridge. Such a time. Now, so. Forty years old.
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “…On March 27, 1960, we became engaged, and not even half a month later, on April 11, we held the wedding. I wore the samogwandae (groom's ceremonial cap and robe), and my wife wore the jokduri (bride's coronet). The bride, twenty-three years younger, with her firmly closed mouth and demure face, looked dignified.”)
A newly born one came—not. The one who would become the bride was newly born, wrapped tightly, and embraced. Why? Because she was like a newborn. Did the yangban who became the groom feel pleased? Did he feel strange? How was it? Try thinking. Now!
(Hoon Dok Hae continues; “…Before meeting with the accident, Heung Jin had been engaged to Hoon Sook, who was majoring in ballet. I called Hoon Sook and said, 'It is no easy thing for a woman to live alone for life. That would not be right by your parents, either.'”) Hoon Sook here! “She has not come. She could not come here. (True Mother)” She did not come?
(Hoon Dok Hae continues; “…The toenail is clearly mine, but my eyes do not see it well, and my wife's eyes see it better—a strange thing. As I age, that wife becomes more and more precious.”) She becomes more and more precious.
(From “The Promise a Husband and Wife Must Surely Keep,” Hoon Dok Hae continues, “I have couples about to marry pledge what they must surely keep after marriage. The first is to trust and love each other. Second is not to wound each other's hearts…”) You must know that well.
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “…If you love the cosmos as you love the family, all things pass through without obstruction. God, as the Parent of the entire cosmos, stands at the very heart of love. Therefore, the love of the family flows straight through to God. Only when the family is perfected by love is the cosmos perfected.”) (Applause)
The teacher, too, grew up in such a family, raised babies who lived in such a family, grew up in that nation and that society, and went through all the experiences of that society. Now, where the destination one must go is—to those who do not know heaven, the world, great chaos comes. For that reason, the framework of religion, which the multitudes like, has formed. All have so formed. In the enclosure, when harsh winds blow and harsh circumstances tangle, the enclosure of the family is what enables one to escape an environment that pushes and topples one.
There, in the old days, there is “my side”—the grandfather has been the enclosure, all the elders of the era passing through the waves of the spirits, there—mother and father who felt the songs and danced are alive; the babies are growing up.
When spring comes in the future, seeking the flower garden, when one sees butterflies flying upon the flowers, my life too—when the babies grow and the spring day of harmony and harmonization with this great cosmos comes—I, in that spring garden, can also see the flower God most wished to see, can touch and adore the flower God most loved, where the butterflies and bees once dwelt; in that boyhood era of suffering…
Then on and on, the calamity of war breaks out, one's nation crumbles, the territory disappears, the people weep and lie down without a place, living without direction, defending the war-zone of the environment—the youth era is also a knowable matter, a learnable textbook. Greeting such a youth era is not han (sorrowful regret).
The new opinion of history that can be guaranteed in the future—that the love of my strength and remaining strength has been received, that the corresponding capacity broadens its breadth, and the path that pierces through the breadth which I do not seek—this fierce one who can go a thousand or ten thousand ri, even a thousand-ri expedition instantly—passing through the youth era, in the midst of it, dwelling in the village, looking at the children—rather than what I was wishing for the growing of my sons and daughters, when from time to time even younger children, the babies in their family with whom I sang and played—seeing that this baby, too, was being raised as my son in our family—how great the impressions of the past have been, unforgettable—and embracing that baby, kissing the hand that loves—at that moment, when heaven and earth harmonize, the moment when the single lever-pole that had departed reconnects—if one can feel it…
Ah, the youth era and the prime era, then in autumn—when frost and snow fall in the reeds and cold winds blow, the cold reeds, and the fish that lived entangled together among them, hiding from the chill of the day—the morning that one's circumstances and conditions can pass with joy this morning—when, hiding the body, "where shall I go and leap, where shall I leap?”—the frogs waiting like that, the beasts—when seeing them, my son too has had such a time; therefore, I must also make such preparation when crossing from the youth era to old age.
Becoming a son who can be that—ah, while I am waiting, if you sit here and do this, the circumstances are given. At that time, behind the wardrobe, presenting the gifts hidden for decades, if I were holding a photograph: “When you all were doing so, you lived like this. This photo is from such a time, this photo is from such a time.”
Going to fish at the fish that live here, parting through the reed beds and catching crabs, crab-meat, catfish, snakehead, eel—a matter of weaving countless tales—the breadth of that life is more beautiful than today's beautiful film, with the beautiful lady or model singing of love, more beautiful than that scene of love's kiss; here it is. Stroking that environment, "The time has come for you, whom I once loved so, to live like this too, in the days I once passed through.”
Embracing wholly, intoxicated by love, even humming a tune—because she is such a woman, you must not boast of having met the era of grandfathers. Shall I continue further? The teacher has such a quality.
Today, too, before you, all has tangled strangely with me. Ah, President Moon even knows how to sing, with all the various-colored play, the modes of mold of his own joyful heart's nature, with the rhythmic melody bending and rising in tempo—the breadth that can match it. This is what I have passed through in former times.
You women, having met for the first time, the women of 26 nations whose faces have generally met for the first time—what should we do? At that boyhood time when I played, that time when I wished to sing, listening to such a song; the babies dancing, like babies playing, singing, and dancing—such a song, such a heart—you all are baby mothers here, absolutely.
Since you are baby mothers, ah, I touch our beloved Mother Hakja (the scholar)—I do not know how much, like all your mothers… She is wider in scope than I. (Laughter) Teacher, even though much advanced in age, is still supple here. There is no sport I cannot do. Even compared with athletes, when I do sports, I do well; I swim well, run well, fish well, hunt well, and I make things well too.
So, the mother who knows me, the friends who know me, say it would be good if a friend like me had a son like ours; raise him and see. The riddle-like sayings—those are the hidden warehouse within Teacher's history; today, the many books you have piled up over your lifetime are all burned away. Why? When the nation is challenged, the treasures, the museum's records testifying nation by nation—all are burned; even the past circumstances I jotted in my diary on my desk are precious, but those who, seeing the nation's library burning, do not know who will save it and treasure their diaries, the remains of their lifetime—that one must surely face the convolutions of later history and die.
For them, the new world does not come seeking them. If God exists, they block the path by which God comes. The teacher learned all this not just by words; he saw visions, having received such an education from the start, growing up.
So I do well what others cannot do; I imitate well what others imitate (since I was born in the year of the monkey); and I have grown up in trees not so chubbily.
Falling—at this limit, it is not a matter of two hands, two feet either. I leap down on one leg. I have done many such sports. Yet a man, becoming the religious leader of the Unification Church—wow, how heavy that robe is, how clean, how lovable, how the robe was such that not a drop of saliva fell, not even drops of rain fell—at the time of being sold off to greet the wedding of beloved memory, the birth, even though I have, as ideal of what one wishes to forget, treasures storable here—if there is no nation, all flies away. It flies.
Looking at this, the God of true bond… If I keep telling such stories, I cut off all the Hoon Dok Hae time. Hey, hey, enough.
Snoring and dozing—if the Hoon Dok Hae lecturer, with a more moving voice than that snoring, reads the Hoon Dok Hae, that Hoon Dok Hae is the highest in heaven and earth. Understand? Because one met Teacher, even hearing such words is not unfortunate; the gate of happiness opens and the taste begins. Those who can swallow the taste with “kkulttuk kkulttuk (gulping down)"—they do not get a stomachache. No matter how much they overeat, they do not get a stomachache.
Conversely, even the fellow with wind in the navel, if you only cover the lid, all turns out well. Such a method of treatment I learned from the spirit world; now, in our Happy Health, I see the treatment using the machine I made exhibits effective ability in curing illness. Do you want to be treated and live like that? Do you want to be treated and die, or live while curing illnesses? “Living.”
Really? That auntie, with her looks, the most ill-favored auntie, is a beautiful story. (Laughter) Aju, pretty. Now! When I, the aunties, can give a gift—when entering the gate of old age past middle age—is there no warehouse, that secret warehouse?—what is it? Several days—that's what the story… If the teacher tells this story, do you know how long the record is?
It is 16 hours 47 minutes. So an ordinary 10 hours of speaking is easier than eating a meal. For that reason, President Moon, if not made to speak, ends up speaking; whether morning or evening, he is the famous yangban who, taking the evening sun for the morning sun, asks for breakfast—not to be trusted.
More than that, I would skewer pieces of meat, grilling them daily on a silver chopstick, with the steam rising while it was hot—ah, when the steam was about to die, what is this?—it must be raised slightly above this warm temperature.
That is how I ate meat. Pulling out such a chopstick, taking the meat from the father's hand, and feeding—do you know how beautiful the parental shimjeong is? The fellow who lives without even knowing this—it is better to die. Better to die. Understand? Because the teacher is asking earnestly, knowing this, would you not seek such a ridge once? If you wish, applaud. (Applause)
Then was the baby era. So, when you return to your hometowns and have met the teacher, what will you show? When having met the religious leader of the Unification Church and the Teacher who came calling, even God—at that moment, even mothers, in raising their babies, becoming a baby and being able to raise the baby well—the longed-for figure of a true mother—this was shown, that you live thus.
I curse well, and I shoot arrows well, and shoot guns well. In olden times, with a rubber sling, the first marksman. (Laughter) I caught pheasants—nothing I cannot do. I made skates myself; I even made children's skates with my hands. I went into the smithy and made them at the smithy. Is the teacher's hand small or large?
Even now, "supple"—that sound comes out. “Jjik jjik jjik jjik.” Sport too, well done. Massaging this and sleeping—in olden days I even did boxing, no? It is in the autobiography. “Yes.”
Japanese jeep, like this, kkik. (Laughter) These days—what would you say? Would they steal it—stealing under the armpit? Aju, this morning, it itched, so I tried to scrape against the wall, but the wall did not collapse. It shook a little; even if a crack appeared there, do not be sorry.
Since it is a wall, even at our home, no matter how much I push, it does not budge—a young man is nothing. Try touching. This is the time to boast of fists. Try touching once. This is firm. This auntie, “Eh”—even if she does this, “eo eo eo”—even after a night, until morning, it does not come out. When the teacher was a bachelor, he was famous in the village as a handsome man. Within 40 ri in either direction, my name was known; within 40 ri, there is no village I did not visit.
If there were fights, they would come and report to me, going to the grandfather. I would beat down that fellow and discipline him, making him the alley-chief of that neighborhood; I was skilled in playing card-flipping. Coin-flipping, too, well. So at age seven, I was the champion of jitgottaeng, gambling. Why? “You will lose money today, do not go.” “Hey, you fellow, listen to me. You are going home to steal back the money you lost?”
How could I be so small? At the Osanjip “Little Eyes.” (Laughter) Since I taught all such things, if you misbehave behind my back, the village policeman is my friend. If I meet him, he will not see you. I lived like that. In village after village, when there was a good cast-net, I cast the net well. If the net spreads to one-third of this large basket, it is an eight-arm cast-net. Ordinary is two-arm or five-arm; when I cast, eight-arm.
Since I have strength, even reaching here, it goes kkik. Above my head, it must fly out and go straight. The depth… Aju, going on like this, I become an obstacle to Hoon Dok Hae's time. The religious leader must not. Hey, come quickly. (Laughter)
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “Ten years of tears that melted the frozen heart of the father-in-law…”) (Laughs) That is an interesting story. The ten years of tears that melted the frozen heart of the father-in-law? “Ten years of tears, ten years.” Will those tears be bitter or sweet? Variegated? Of five colors of brilliance—let us hear once. The aunties who do not live there repent.
Let us tally the value of repentance in the bundle, and… It is the play of “for the sons and daughters of my lifetime, or perhaps to gather that value, the beggars who came to the village—even making a kerchief-bag from a birch branch, with this bag, exactly one person receives a blessing.” I had thought it was just a play, but it was a story by which money was earned.
Who took the beggars and climbed the tree—what for? I did not even know there was money or how precious. Looking back, when I, Osanjip Little Eyes, became friends with the father, that father said: “Hey, our little little one, what was a kerchief-like thing—on top of a great tree, since greedy people do not climb, the unfortunate passers-by gather there. They come seeking the church.”
The true Christmas gift—on the first full moon of January, beautiful apples, pears, and peaches. Coming here, I have eaten peaches—everywhere I went, there were peaches, but here, there are no peaches. They said they would bring some. Why have they not brought them? “There are none; the season has passed. (True Mother)” Here, there are none, they say. There are in New York, New York.
Ah, hearing those words, taking Mother to New York… We have a fine airplane, a helicopter. When you ride it, the back stretches out, and so it is. The helicopter. Even the world's presidents do not ride such an airplane.
How does the religious leader—since God bought it for me, I ride. Since the master who bought it has no master, that airplane was sad and flew away. The cost is 70 million dollars per one.
All Escaped Safely from the Helicopter Crash
The 100-million-dollar airplane fell (2008.07.19, Mt. Jangrak, Gapyeong, Gyeonggi, Korea), and we wept and cried.
So we filed a damages claim against that company, three times the amount; once we file the claim, Sikorsky helicopter company can be made to fail; my one word is needed; now, this kind of helicopter, ordering from 3 to 7. All the helicopter people—the people who own the airplane in the place where my accident happened, the No. 1 to No. 3 American aviation pilots—all came and went.
What kind of disaster? What disaster? The children cried a little, President Moon cried a little—what, this airplane wanted to leap, like me wanting to leap, was that it? Waiting and looking, I was hanging upside down. Falling instantly, “What is this? What is this?” all fell straight, completely smashed—I was hanging upside down.
Hung from a strap. Even so, since I held the strap, with my wrist hooked, I did not fall. The airplane in the air had flipped, and floating in the middle, it was like that. Calamity. I, the one called "father," since I had done sports even after the accident, more than one arm outstretched.
The belt was loose; since I had done sports, “era era”—stretching and stretching—since I had done sports, I knew that if you push down hard, you go up. Like this, like this, kicking the back window this way, gripping that side, turning hwik to the other side. Doing this—since I had done sports, then there was a hole, a reversed hole, and since the airplane had flipped, it was the door.
One coming out, turning toward the door, I came out. Ah—getting out, fire began to start at the back of the airplane. Once gasoline catches, instantly, it burns.
Petrochemicals vanish cleanly. Even the birds—how busy that father was. God, instantly, in seven minutes—ordinary people would burn there for thirty minutes or more—within seven minutes, putting things in order and going down the slope.
Down the slope, this valley, like this, on this incline, on this high incline, going down the foothold—even though gasoline burned and petrochemicals caught fire, it took time to come over this lip. So, going down slowly, I went to the hospital and was lying down. Ah, even such an accident in a lifetime—hardened money—an instant has passed.
The Poem “The Crown of Glory” Won the World Poets' Association's Highest Award
Thereafter, looking at the past circumstances, it is a riddle-like story. Such a Teacher, who studied with interest, did not pass through one ridge in life that was a difficult crisis lightly. Such stories are jaemi. I write several long-novel-like things in a day. So, the prayer I prayed at age 17—in the year '72, in America, the European Western Poets' Association, with 1,800 first prizes, with all nine conditions verified—do you know that President Moon won the first prize? The exhibition is now ongoing. (“The Crown of Glory,” written at age 16, won the highest award at the World Poets Conference Poetry Competition hosted by the World Poets' Association in 2002.)
The Crown of Glory
Sun Myung Moon
When I doubt people, I feel pain.
When I judge people, I cannot endure.
When I hate people, I lose the value of existence.
But if I believe, I will surely be deceived.
If I love, I will surely be betrayed.
This evening, my head and body tremble in pain and sorrow.
Am I doing wrong?
Yes, that is so. I am doing wrong.
But even if I am deceived, I still believe.
Even if I am betrayed, I still forgive.
I will love wholly the one who hates me.
O Lord! The pain of loving!
Behold my hand.
Place your hand upon my heart.
My heart, in inexpressible anguish, seems about to burst.
But when I love those who have rebelled,
I attain victory.
If you, too, love as I do,
I shall offer you the crown of glory.
So, I have a poetic disposition and a literary disposition. The interesting thing about Teacher is—I am unmistakable; I hope you know. If you know, applaud. (Applause) Just speaking only good words and good things, even saying delicious-food things—why, like a child's play, going on like this—ah, we have entered a serious world. Ah, did you know Mother's life and circumstances?
Read it all. There were many tears, much will, and in the complex chaos of all your lives, in the history of life within—through Teacher's history, which passes the important paths—the fact that it leaps there can be felt; raising such sons and daughters, raising the warriors of the homeland of hope—as Mother, since it is a circumstance that cannot but bear witness to Teacher's history, today, as a commemorative of commemoratives, as a gift, introducing Mother—my wife introduction, the path that mother and child walk, this devotion continues here.
The autobiography is one volume—maybe twelve volumes; if I had done it alone, all would have been done. It is a riddle. Where is the work I have not done? Not stealing, not pulling a woman's wrist, saying “save me,” and saying “let us love”—those are flaws; there is nothing I have not done.
Fishing in the sea, hunting in the mountains; in fight-grounds, breaking up fights. In village after village, in place of such ordering personnel, in place of the policeman, I would step in.
When the police had a problem, only I had to be sought. That Japanese policeman—probably his grandchildren are living in Japan. Japanese women, raise your hands. (From here in Japanese)
The teacher's mind is not bad. Understand? When truly busy, I look like this. If I look at one page, inside there I see one page, two pages, three pages—even letters from behind appear. (Laughter) Ah, if it were a rice cake, I would tear it all and eat, but I cannot break my hand. Ah, an interesting saying—if I look at this, before I cross even one page, I see many interesting things on the back side; looking like this, in 15 minutes I match it once.
I do not read—I see. The first opening scene is such a scene. If you ask the elder brother who can read well, or the teacher, do you not know that circumstance? When I tell, ah, that too is interesting. So I am the famous Teacher who speaks well. Understand?
Will time be granted or not?
If not, when speaking, up to age 30, in speaking, I had the name of a fist-clenching king. Even if I asked my grandfather, when I asked, he was eloquent—if my grandfather only asked once, I wished to ask ten things, but he could not answer… Our grandfather is a splendid person. Telling such stories, I cannot do Hoon Dok Hae. Quickly. Quickly, quickly, sing quickly. (Laughter)
“Thousand-Year Rock” Recorded in the Hymnal
“Eo-eo dungdung, my love is sinking, even God's chair shakes—who is carrying it on the back so it cannot live, playing pranks—let us find out, you fellow!” Osanjip Little Eyes. I really liked God. God did not know, but God knows me well. Now!
(Song “Thousand-Year Rock” begins; “Far in the eastern sky…”) This speaks of the path Asia's President Moon walks. Coming forth from the short distance, it was recorded in the hymnal.
(Song continues; “…with vain greed…”) I do not wish to live.
(Song continues; “…when the sun sinks beyond the western mountains…”) Stop.
(Song continues; “…the place where the Lord dwells.”) It speaks of the One God in heaven who is the only One.
(Song continues; “…I will brighten…”) President Moon brightens, that is.
(Song continues; “What is life…”) Has the sun risen? It dawns.
(Song continues; “What is living…”) She wants to hear my song.
(Song continues; “…with vain greed…”) She is saying not to live like that.
(Song continues; “…must I live…”) I have suffered much.
(Song continues; “…now let me long for nothing…”) I have done it all.
Thousand-Year Rock
Lyrics by Jang Gyeong-su, Music by Jang Uk-jo
When dawn breaks far in the eastern sky
I shall depart like a migrating bird
To find somewhere in this world
A place to give my heart, becoming a gypsy
What is life
What is living
Must I live with vain greed
When the sun sinks beyond the western mountains
I shall fold my wings
Where I breathe, where I dwell
I shall brighten with joy
Now let me long for nothing
Let me think no more
Standing at the crossroads of passing time
I shall become a thousand-year rock
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “…Serving her parents-in-law, she could not freely visit her hometown; she said she had only fulfilled the duty she should and felt rather embarrassed at receiving the Filial Daughter-in-Law Award. That Japanese daughter-in-law came to our country through our church's cross-cultural marriage—Yashima…” Do you know how many thousands were married in cross-cultural marriages? Ah, for that reason, I have been cursed. Now!
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “…Cross-cultural marriage does not speak only of marriage that crosses the nation. The work of marrying those of different denominations is as important as breaking down national borders. In fact, more difficult than crossing the national border is marriage between those of different denominations.”) Those married here, raise your hands once. Aju, so many. Now!
Marriage Between Those of different denominations is harder than crossing the National Border
(Hoon Dok Hae continues, “…The person raised in love regards anyone in the world as family. The heart of love that attends to others as one's own household, sharing what one's own is, begins from the true family.”)
Now, let us stop. (Applause) Since the sun is rising, the dim environment brightens; now the time longed for, the true Hoon Dok Hae time, draws near. Now, when the sun crosses over the wall, and a foot rises, we shall begin Hoon Dok Hae—is that all right? “Yes.” Those who wish to leave before that, since I shall now permit, go. (Laughter) No, I am about to do something interesting, an interesting story…
(Report on the providence of soccer by the owner of Brazil's Sorocaba soccer team begins; “…Father, truly seeing that, said, 'It is the proof that I was persecuted and suffered for forty years.' Saying so, when I brought it, 'Do not take it to Korea; leave it here,' he said. So what is that? In the manuscript, the Sorocaba soccer team of Brazil, in 2008, the São Paulo first, second, and third divisions, 60 teams, played for one year, and this is the cup they won; that is what it means…” (Applause) Everyone, this is expensive.
(Report continues; …) This story is being told here for the first time. Why? Because even if told in Korea, no one would understand. The cup must be shown. Today, the bright women of 26 nations, leading the manuscript writers of nations, the famed mad people riding political winds, all taught—because you all came; only now this seal is broken and the story is told. Understand? “Yes.” If those who can understand have gathered, (Applause) become the sons and daughters and mothers of ten million. (Applause) You must become the mother of the nation. Tell that story quickly. “Is that enough?” Enough. (Laughter) (Applause) “Ah, North Korea?” “Speak about Pyongyang once.” Yes, do that next. “North Korea?” North Korea, too, and the soccer story. “Doing it again?” Quickly.
(Report continues, “Everyone, let me wrap up the conclusion. On November 5, going to the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, North Korea, Pyongyang, our Sorocaba team is to play a game at Kim Il-sung Stadium, the stadium that holds 100,000 people.” 150,000, not 100,000.
(Report continues; “…So saying nothing, listen straight to the manuscript that comes next. Centering on True Family, in the era of King of Kings' sovereignty, since I have landed in Europe, you must listen to my words. Translating this into Spanish—Spanish is one-third of the world. So in famed Europe, proclaiming proudly the era when Father is the substantial King of Kings…”)
You women of our Unification Church—do not think lightly of men. “Yes.” Understand? Because such men have been considered scarecrows incapable of speaking, their stepping forward must be remembered—you all attending them, becoming queens, with the nation's military able to follow behind, escorting and holding a demonstration through the Olympics—is what is now being kept in mind. Understand? “Yes.”
When the world opposed during the Olympics and President Moon alone overcame it all and remained—the heavenly notification and report from heaven that this cannot but be unforgotten—believing such, you stand here today with all the backing power and the present-laid responsibility-calling laid before you—when comparing—now, turning around and looking back from behind, that responsibility is nothing. Within several days, it falls off entirely.
A fearsome era when that is so will come. Now, 3 years and 3 months will pass instantly. In this period, the teacher, busily ending all the work, will go to the spirit world and command the spirit world.
Jesus, then Confucius, Sakyamuni, Mohammed, and many others—those of the historical religious sphere with name value—are all expecting an order, waiting for that time and offering devotion. While leaders on earth, who must become teachers, who must become elder brothers and elder sisters, are dozing, what will you do?
Will you doze or wake? “We will wake.” Those confident of waking, since I will close my eyes, all stand up. Sit down quickly, quickly! Quickly! (Laughter) I open my eyes—opened. Who are those who did not stand? Who are those who did not stand? Ah, with the seat: “My buttocks could not be pulled up, I could not stand—forgive me.” If so, I will forgive. Was it really so? “Yes.” If really so, raise your hands and applaud. (Applause)
The Spirit World Is Unified
The spirit world is unified, the spirit world. Unifying the spirit world—those who believed in Confucius, Jesus—are not my disciples. To set out as the unified expedition force, even the heavenly nation's peace army and peace police are mobilized.
The retired soldiers of the world have been enlisted in Satan's world, but the reservists are now the peace army; in Korea, since the Korean War failed, I have restored everything, and since I can overturn it, to escape the shameful aspect, today too… Understand?
Who is there? Touching my armpit. (Laughter) There is only one woman like that here—who is this? None, none. (Laughter) (Applause) An interesting time, much—the sun has not yet fully risen here. “It has risen; it is now 8 o'clock. (True Mother)” 8 o'clock. Am I one who knows 8 o'clock? Looking at the eternal world's matters within an hour. What, 8 o'clock? I have no sense of time.
If you have a time sense, you do not have the qualification to enter and live in the spirit world, the foundation of the trans-temporal sense of the eternal world. Even though Teacher is disliked, even if the legs are torn and the body flies and becomes dust and flies—if Teacher goes, you must follow. Will you follow or not? “We follow.”
With a Time-Sense, There Is No Qualification to Live in the Spirit World, the Foundation of Trans-Time
In the political world, when former American cabinet officials and the military advisory group are moved, they can take me. President Bush, Obama too—if I now say, “Let us do this,” it cannot but be so; we have entered such a stage. If I came to Korea and spoke loudly, all would faint. Such words I do not emphasize when I come to my homeland.
In America, in the office of the UN Secretary-General, speaking loudly; in the office of the President of the Soviet Union in Moscow, speaking loudly—what use is it to go to a place like Korea and speak? Setting all aside—when autumn comes and the frost falls, the green cabbages and radishes melt away and enter the ground, do you know? Korea is a han-filled (sorrowful) nation, but coming as the parent who has untangled the han, building the path, Korea will absolutely not perish.
Although they themselves are well-favored and say so, you must know it is President Moon's gongjeok (meritorious deed). Knowing now, all know. The people will all come to know.
Now, if there are demonstrations between midnight and 1 a.m. or 3 a.m., the world and heaven and earth will rumble, and what tumbles, where heaven and earth will flee—such play will unfold; only President Moon possesses the weapons and the plan to prepare for it.
Now, from now on, in one hour exactly, I will do it. Thereafter, the precious news that must be known, that cannot but be seen, is the draft of the heavenly nation's constitution. Listen. Originally, this was 2 hours and 70 minutes—on July 7 of this year. July 7. America's Independence Day is originally July 4. Three days after, before the people of the world, while President Moon lives on the earth—finishing all that is above—it is the textbook and teaching text that the heavenly nation and earth's humans, as the heavenly nation's people, can leave eternally: the textbook, the teaching text.
To educate many people takes time; who will listen for 2 hours and 40 minutes, 3 hours? So, since I am the expert, taking off two-thirds, with consent—since only the essence remains—just remember this: I have made the book too. The original of this book and this second one—you must have both; only when both are had can one publicly stand. Setting it short for a public occasion, since teaching the family scriptures must be long, both books are published.
All like this. Look, do it quickly. Now, understand?
If you wish to hear the teacher's speech, songs—The teacher sings well too. Those who came and heard the song—perhaps their photos of each will be taken. The remaining commemoration is only that. Those who wish to eat lunch may go and eat; those who do not may not. Those who wish to sleep, sleep. The photos—Korean representative, Japanese representative, and several people each—must be taken; only then can today's commemoration of the King of Heaven occur.
There must be material for what the teacher did. Making material—then, in that era, a thousand years later, in that era when one set out, our ancestors were present and heard the words—such a photo will exist. In this book, in place of the eternal God, there is a day when one can become an exemplary Hoon Dok Hae lecturer. That is the commemoration. Now, begin!
The Teaching Text and Textbook That Became the Heavenly Nation's Constitution
(Hoon Dok Hae of The Owner of Peace, the Owner of the Bloodline) (Applause) All finished? “Yes.” What was done? Dreamlike fact and not-dreamlike fact, on the actual stage of life—now the two stages. No longer is God's hand unable to be used; we, all the conditional fallenness inside and out, even its shadow—God has set it on the absolute authority, and the final proclamation. As I, having permitted President Moon, am the source of all the nations, all the blessings of heaven and earth, in the new nation that President Moon establishes, with the basis and the storehouses of that world's storehouse to be stored—all is prepared; only the move remains, and all shall end.
This vast content, within an hour, can be summarized and spoken. Ordinarily understandable content. Not difficult, no? This—anyone, day by day, page by page—is this 65 pages? “Yes.” Right? Since 65 pages, within a month, morning and evening, all read—within a month.
Even if you read the newspaper, looking at this—just hearing these words, you know whose words they are—where the original of this content is—it is in Cheon Seong Gyeong, in Cheon Seong Gyeong. In Pyeong Hwa Shin Gyeong and Cheon Seong Gyeong and the Pledge and World Scripture, all is there. Vast content. That no one can lay a hand on, that no one can guess or set the content—in cooperation with the spirit world, this kind of report and ascension proclamation, declaration, has come forth on earth—this fact must be settled in this era, this time, when those who know it live on the earth-planet.
Debt—at the place where the debt was incurred, it must be settled. What was incurred on earth must be settled on earth, and on the eternal heaven of liberation without debt, even before such Korean state law, constitution, with various supplementary appended laws, can advance to be liberated. Understand? “Yes.” What woman caused the fall and loss? The teacher came as the messenger and suffered.
What Was Incurred on Earth Must Be Settled on Earth
The seed of this woman—even if it must vanish—what is needed of that seed: True Parents come, and not the convex but the concave appears, and all the wounded convex must be repaired. Through the gates of hell that one cannot but enter—since the trillions of volumes can all be sealed off—simple, no? Then what is a Peace-Loving Global Citizen—Teacher who is not a Korean? Understand?
He is not the religious leader of the Unification Church. The Unification Church religious leader, too, vanishes; even the True Parents vanish. Mingling within the bloodline of True Parents' first love, the True Parents' clan inherits, and at the broad transmission—when autumn comes, taking charge of that fruit and transferring—but for the seed by which one can go on, escaping True Parents—this is As a Peace-Loving Global Citizen, the Pledge, then Pyeong Hwa Shin Gyeong, then The Family That Opens the Gate to Heaven booklet. The very last—what is the title?—You must become the Owner of peace.
Understand? “Yes.” Do you know peace? The peace of the eyes, the peace of the nose, the peace of the ears, the peace of the head, the peace of the feet, the inner organs—at this time, just as the five viscera, the inner-and-outer five viscera and six bowels can harmonize—as a fruit of qualification, with proportional value of the fruit's value—that becomes the seed. What is this? The Owner of peace, the maker of peace. Did the teacher make peace, or not? The Owner of the bloodline. By bloodline, those who do not know peace.
Here, one must become the Owner of peace; only then, at that place, to be the Owner of peace, free, I am needed. Free—at this time, even God did not become a free God, since I did not complete my portion of responsibility; these days, through the portion of responsibility, even Father and Mother—up to now, since Adam and Eve's left-over portion of responsibility was not completed, the generations succeeded and prolonged for thousands of years up to now—the content is preserved as it is in these words, in the Unification Church's historic anniversaries, the boundary lines of those signs—President Moon, by his love that crossed boundaries on all sides, won; for the light of victory, I recorded and searched.
Become the Owner of Peace, the Owner of the Bloodline
Traveling, in the hotels of the Himalayas, where in the hotel one transcends national borders—since one has gone to the heavenly nation, the path's process by which all who go can eat and live, without connecting, in the way that one once lived having gone to the spirit world, then, in the cosmos, the science by which people can eat and live will develop.
What is ammonia fertilizer?
Like the ratios of the plant kingdom, by which dyeing was done, what light comes out from the sun, in which there are over 300 million degrees? “Plasma.” What is plasma?—When it reaches over 300 million degrees of heat, at ordinary 1,400 degrees, all vanish. 1,800 degrees, up to 300 billion, can be measured on this earth. They can be made.
Ah, that 300-million-degree heat—amid the heat called plasma, all of South America—the earth's heat lives on, ceaseless, connected with that and supplied, remaining there in the smoke—the people who can perform actual experiments are the Koreans. Do you know that? Through President Moon's Principle, more than anyone—even though that is so—plasma—up to over 300 million degrees burning in the surroundings, an existence can fully reveal its form without being burned; once such existences begin to arise, all is finished.
Then such jewels, such forms of existence—what form? Since they are crystalline forms, how many sides does a crystal have? “Six.” Why six? You do not know. It must be seven. All look. Count it. One—say it. “One.” Two. “Two.” Three. “Three.” Four. “Four.” This is one—looking at this. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Where is the hole?
There is no hole except for the seven holes. Then why is it that this kind of thing happens within seven days? No one knows. Only President Moon knows. Would it be good if I told you? You would have to pay tuition. (Laughter) No need to teach. Trying to teach the book of the Garden of Eden (sets the book down)—is there money in it? Is there a world cosmos? None.
The great cosmos, the great cosmos… This earth-planet, the earth's age—how old?—they reckon 4.7 billion to 5 billion years. That is scientific truth. It is mathematical content. From 4.5 billion to 4.7 billion; I reckon 5.1 billion to 5.3 billion years. Why? The boundary line must be crossed. Understand? Why? The problem of why the day of the free Sunday came after six days—look. The individual era, the family era, the tribal era, the people's era, the national era—then in any nation, there is the nation.
The nation must cross these five ridges. Stage 1, stage 2, stage 3, stage 4, stage 5. Crossing the 5 stages and passing 3 stages means crossing 8 stages. Try saying five eight. “Five eight.” Forty. “Forty.” Why is five times eight forty (5×8=40) needed? Where did 5 and 6 and 8 go? Not knowing 5, not knowing 8. Same with 6 and 7—not known.
Where did 9 go? What you must know, what is astonishing—the calculating you all do—eight nine? “Seventy-two.” Eight nine? “Seventy-two.” Eight times nine is seventy-two (8×9=72), and ten times eight is what? “Eighty.” Why has eighty-one come about? One. Eight times nine is seventy-two, and if ten to the tenth power is taken, it should be 100, but why was 100 removed? All are 9.
Even one is 9; two times nine is eighteen (2×9=18); even three times nine cannot cross the nine ridge. Cannot cross the ten ridges. How will you explain that? Knowing this principle, only when the President Moon understands all of these can it be known, and only then does the passport come out. The Owner's passport, the passport of peace, the passport of the bloodline, and then the passport of the heavenly kingdom—since there is the inner heavenly kingdom and the outer heavenly kingdom, when speaking of a nation, there is the palace law and the national law. Cain and Abel.
This too is one of these two, but there are no identical people. All are different. Why? Adam and Eve themselves are different, and there is a gap, so they fell; if identical, like God's eyes, throwing away the glasses—when would the Fall ever happen? The two glass lenses were lost. So, what do you all have—how many things?
Originally, even this jaw falls. When the beard grows, the man's beard grows, and this beard is different. Of this beard, women do not know the man's hair. The one who, holding the beard, plays the master can also cover and put to rest even the man's reproductive organs' hair. Such a story—does the religious leader like reproductive organs? Even I do not know how—only doing so unties it. Since it unties so, even though I dislike it, doing so unties it; that is no lie but fact.
Of good and evil, one is high—good, and the low is evil; so when looked at inside and outside, up-down become inside-outside. If the up-down comes horizontally like this, it becomes inside-outside. It rotates. Up-down, front-back, left-right—using such numbers that can become inside-outside—it is positive of inside-outside, and the negative word is “convenience”; “convenient”—centered on “convenient,” just adding “s” makes “no” or “convenient”—however much can be used.
That word “inside-outside”—since Cain and Abel are all wrong, since the conscience of fallen humans informs directly, if not made clear, the path becomes covered with darkness. Not by sunlight, but covered by darkness.
So, in order not to be covered by darkness, receiving the inside-outside light—just as the saying says, the gates of hell and heaven had been two—the gate of heaven disappears, the shadow disappears, the trace disappears; even by day going into heaven—do you know there is sun?
The Heavenly Kingdom, like the Earth, has a sun for 24 Hours
You all do not know. The heavenly kingdom has the sun for 24 hours, just like here. Such a Teacher, having met him and faced him and now hearing such words—the word “happiness” earlier—what is happiness? “Whew” (Whistles) When like this, is it Satan, is it Heaven? “Whew” (Whistles) Better than Cain is Abel. Therefore, you all must stand here.
One—one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. At ten, dirty people can count, but at eleven, becoming eleven, there is no twelve. The Western path has none.
So, do you know what blackjack is? Blackjack. “Black” means darkness disappearing, blackjack. “Jack” means a man. Going to Las Vegas this time, I found out that blackjack… What is blackjack?
It speaks of heaven and earth being black. “Jack” means there is no man. What life-seed, the convex—the concave is there, but the convex is not. “Whew” (Whistles) The husbands you live with—those are God's first sons, those who have received the bloodline of Adam, who have held the eldest son's right of ten thousand generations. Even if God's bloodline, the firstborn, goes for thousands and tens of thousands of years, it does not change.
When Jesus died, the representative of the eternal God's bloodline of all generations died. God too must wail. You all live not knowing such things. What faith? You crazy ones—if you believe, you go to heaven? You cannot even go to a feces nation; you cannot even be buried in a feces nation, looking at it.
Jesus and so on must all flow away without a trace. I am sorry. Park Geun-young, sorry. That Teacher knew that President Park would die. Three days before, I went to Cheongpyeong and prayed. I am going to Cheongpyeong.
That—the Chief Secretary—who? Mr. Choi? Was it Mr. Cha or Mr. Choi? “He was the Chief of Security.” How would I know the Chief of Security? The Chief of Security they speak of is not the heavenly nation's Chief of Security. It is the Chief of Security spoken of at the Blue House; the Chief of Security cannot be the President of the heavenly nation. Even when going to the other world, my words must be heeded.
Jesus Is the Representative of God's Bloodline of All Generations
Since Jesus has become my disciple, what would President Park have become? He cannot be the one to tell President Moon what to do. Pray. I did not say to meet President Park.
Even Presidents—if I say to meet, however many—even when I went to America, even meeting Presidents, the Presidents who came to the UN—I, I had no one who has met a President.
Even the king, the corrupt, fallen, vanished, decadent royal house—they call him President. What? “Daetong”—why guard the top? Is it not guarding the boundary line? What is at the boundary line? Looking around the boundary line—if the two boundary lines are like this, on the boundary line, the right hand is heaven, the left is the other side. Like this—do you know who has climbed the boundary line? The man's reproductive organ. You must know. The woman has no reproductive organs. It is the floor of the national border.
You hear such words for the first time. How can such words come out with confidence?—because God teaches. Even in the world's eyes, the world changes—if one does not know President Moon, it does not change. The world, even if the world opposes, President Moon stands without faltering—do you know? Aju, what guards the boundary line? Do you know that the unfallen angels guard? It is the convex, convex.
The Unfallen Angels Guard the Boundary Line
The right side of the right boundary line is called the right testicle, no? “Bulal” (testicle)? They say “jual” (testicle). “Butae” (sub-egg)—the second egg. The testicle—the right one is here; the one on the left is called the left testicle. This has fallen to hell, so it is like this, but heaven is meant to stand straight. This is meant to be horizontal. Cain and Abel are this. Looking like this, Cain and Abel match.
Father becomes son, son becomes father; elder brother becomes younger, younger becomes elder. Understand? Wife and father, children and father… Look. The father-son relationship is called "up-down"; why is the husband-wife relationship called "left-right, left-right"? Why not “right-left”? Who made it right-left? This is only God. This left-right is becoming up-down; if right-left is on this side, that is the principle.
Just so, when this is threaded vertically, at this time the right-left is flipped. The tail becomes the head and shrinks—when you do this, ah, the national borders can be unified into one—the actual right foot, the right egg, the left-foot region, centering on the second foot, the top of heaven, since it has become an infinite eternal boundary line, just anyone cannot go.
Heaven's boundary line—for thousands of years, within this realm, the right side could not be crossed; centering on this side, with Satan—if there is a national border at the closest place to the right side, where does the right foot face? At 360 degrees, entering the very gate of hell, one is somersaulting; God has fallen into hell, and that clan too is there, but a partition is set.
Anywhere—both hell and heaven communicate. Were your concave and convex born in the heavenly nation's “dwaetji (pig)”? It was the Fall. Not knowing the parent God. The teacher, from age three, received education. With all manner of these things, even now what is astonishing—even 80-year-old elders, those cultivating the Way, come and greet me, “Teacher, since something strange happened, I came; Teacher, though a baby, the teacher who taught me—as a baby, after a few months, the unseen God who is the only One in heaven and earth”—they say.
The One God in All-Under-Heaven Who Is the Only Unseen One
Even if President Moon were to be born a thousand years later, he would have come out first and taught you. Without my knowing, those who know the Unification Church facts are more numerous, gradually. Only because you do not know the path. If they come seeking, even a little, the president-figure cannot remain seated. I am the famous wizard-shaman in prison. So, guarding me, not sleeping—if I sleep, I sleep with eyes open. Sleep with eyes open; sit on the body.
Sleep with eyes open. Since such training is in me, even now it is so. You who have been parted from a beloved person for 21 years—it is 2,000 years. 2,000 years, 12:10—those 10 minutes ride over and exceed 3,000 years. That—12 minutes, 13 minutes—you all do not know. So, Westerners cannot cross the twelve ridges. They fall at eleven, eleven. They cannot cross at eleven. Easterners cross. Why do they cross?
Westerners do “Number One” like this. Different—this one cannot become Number One. Such things in the higher world are like this. One must become two. If you place it like this, this side is one; two, and three become this top. Easterners are this. Westerners say “valley.” You Westerners! White people! Do not speak loudly. You must all come and submit to me. You cannot but submit.
If you wish to know knowledge, you cannot but submit. Even if asked to teach, I would not. Now, some books can know everything. If you ask this, Westerners cannot answer. To learn—Teacher, up to now, has so many tens of thousands of years, more than 12,000 years—it is 120,000 years. 1.2 million, 12 million, 120 million. 100 million—do you know in what order it becomes 100 million? Westerners do not know.
One, dan, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million, ten million, hundred million. What order is it? Why does the ten-thousand times ten-thousand stop at 90? They cannot cross the 9 number. Counting, nine times nine is eighty-one (9×9=81). Nine nine, ten ten, ninety-one—there is none in all-under-heaven. Eternally none. Therefore, Westerners do not have 12. The number 13, the number 14… In card games, at 12 and 13, they say to give up unconditionally.
There is no 13, no 14. 22, more than 10 times 10—22, 23—none. So, 32, 33—none. Only 21. Why are there only 21? Try having a Westerner explain. Only I know. Without difficulty—because God teaches. Shall I teach or not? You Japanese ones! “Yes.” Japan's land, wealth, and all must be given to God.
When God names, only then is it a name; did God name Japan? Only when Adam names it is it a name, but it has not gone according to the name. Korea has not gone according to the name. All manner of fakes have appeared, putting up scarecrows of all four directions, "our ancestor is the center of the world," yes; even thinking it the world's center, it cannot be the world's center.
So yutnori (yut game) has unwound the no-state. Gathering and yut and what is byeon, byeon-guk, mal—if asked to explain, no one can explain. Before this departure, President Moon's thumb is straight up. Therefore, the fingernail, like this—when bent, has over 90 degrees of skill, hand skill.
In sewing, more than the women, with this fingernail entering here, truly a meticulous woman. Where? Who? When such is said, I know at once. This was originally meant to be at a 90-degree angle. This, like this—from here, like this—doing this, entering here, from here flowing into the central 90-degree angle—this is the place where the pillar of the number 6 stands. Understand?
Seven, eight, pillar nine, ten—this six. One, two, three, four, five, six. Tenfold, tenfold. Comes to the tenfold top. Therefore, looking from here, the most important is this valley—when done so horizontally, this becomes Number One, but when vertical, it becomes the second. Like this, the second, the valley like this—one, two, three. This is one. Therefore, between the two points, there is no harmony. Understand?
Communism, Absolutism, Knowing Only One, Vanishes
Creation or Nature? Harmony or Evolution? How will you explain? They divide like this. (Strikes the table.) Here, evolution is not. One, two, three—three has arisen. Evolution cannot make this so by itself. Through the third force, since the third settling place is different, departing from here, I am going there, and going so, three branches arise.
Doing so makes three paths arise. Here, one path; here, like this, one path; then from here, going there, one path; also from here, like this, one path—from three centering on God, Adam, Eve, and child or Archangel, they are good. Without knowing such a principle, the words of the principle cannot be known. Such things must be known…
Therefore, connecting two points is called a line. One line. Communism, absolutism, knowing only one, vanish. It is finished. Where will you go? On this earth-planet, the parabola, when it falls to the ground, vanishes.
So, to be vertical, instead of a parabola, the force collapsing to the ground, the pulling force, must be straight. Therefore, the harmony of creation begins from three points or more.
Evolution Spreads Between Two Points Without Harmony; the Harmony of Creation Spreads from Three Points
Evolution spreads between two or more points; the three-point harmony of creation cannot make three points. Communism, all you knaves! (Sets the book down) You will all be smashed by me. Centering on that, the entire individual of this theoretical system—here Cain and Abel attach. Therefore, the spherical body, this big…
Then how does this become?
The conclusion is simple. The pillar—from here up to nine, ten, the pillar going up—some people can pierce the cloud and go. When the radio waves of the four directions break through, this collapses, that is. So even if some force comes to this pillar, where it enters, the place is empty—at one millionth of a crystallized body, a six-sided crystallized body—going there, it whirls and comes out, that is.
Its center point cuts off the unseen central point. Once cut off, this collapses. The Lord of creation by which the cosmos cannot be formed—knowing that, such creation cannot be done. The one who claims such a creation—God—does not exist. Pah! Fakes. The debate centered on theory.
If the center exists, even if the center is woven into me—if I am at a 50-degree angle here, this is the crystallized body, six-sided. One ten-millionth in form, set as six-sided—the crystal.
In a five-day period, there is feldspar. So, a square—four-sided, north-south-east-west—but women's faces are not even square. Do they have five sides or six?