Articles about Sydney Banks
“Hey, Sandy-Beach-Del, you must be po-or. Your bookbag is, like, trashed, man.” The spin on my last name, Sandel, was typical for the boy, a fellow sixth-grader. My bookbag was a sorry sight, frayed and falling apart. Schoolbags back then didn’t have fancy shoulder straps and lots of zippered pockets. They were satchels, carried by…
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I’m a sucker for a new appliance and a fresh clothes dryer was coming through the laundry door – I was tickled pink.
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Many of you know that my life has been influenced by the teachings of Sydney Banks, a humble, ordinary Scottish man who had an extraordinary enlightenment experience when he was 43.
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The God I searched for was pure Truth. Forms could be thought up, could come, and go and be different from person to person and community to community. Truth was beyond and would survive all of that. The steadiness of God, steadied me.
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Eventually, this spiritual teacher, an enlightened man, would answer a thousand questions about God.
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There was a time when I was far less peaceful. My inner sweetness grew as I understood a little bit about the power of Thought. I’m not talking just about the thinking we do. I’m talking about Thought itself, the manifestation and gift of a formless God.
The man whose writings introduced me to Thought was Syd Banks
