Walter Russell - The Man Who Was Given The Secrets Of The Universe

Russell considered the physics secondary. Mediocrity is self-inflicted. Genius is self-bestowed. He held that every person carries consummate genius already, and that the only thing separating a master from a mediocre man is awareness of it. And he named the key that opens the awareness. The key is desire. Welcome to the Reality Revolution. I'm your host, Brian Scott. Today we're doing a deep dive on Walter Russell, one of my favorite writers, mystics, artists, geniuses who ever lived. This is the man who tapped the secrets of the universe. So today we're going to talk about the whole of him, where the knowledge came from, what it cost, and what he wanted Every one of us to do with it. A boy lies face down on a bed of moss beside a stream. He's watching clouds move across the surface of the water, and he has been watching them long enough that something has begun to happen. The ground under him starts to rise. By his own account, The earth lifts, and the forest reflected in the pool falls away beneath, and he ascends while the clouds continue drifting below him in the water. He grips the moss, he grips the rock beside him, and the stalks of the plants around him, and they come with him as he goes. He stops somewhere above his own world, floating, holding a handful of moss, and he decides that he would be content to stay there forever. The boy was named Walter Russell. Something first spoke to him at 7 years of age, and afterward it returned every May without fail for the rest of his life. Each May it lasted 10 to 14 days, and each May he had to go into the forest alone until it finished with him. 42 consecutive years of that. And then a May came when it opened wider and refused to close. Walter Bowman Russell arrived in Boston on the 19th of May, 1871, to parents who had come down from Nova Scotia with almost nothing. Money was short enough that childhood ended at 9 when he left school and took a position as a cash boy in a dry goods store. Understand the work. A customer paid, and a running child carried the money and the slip across the floor to a central desk, collected change, and ran it back. All day. For pennies. 4 years of schooling. That's the whole formal education of the man we're discussing. He worked, and he studied on his own, and eventually he paid his own way through art school in Massachusetts, interrupting the 4th year to spend 3 months studying in Paris. Self-supporting and self-educated from the age of 9 onward, by his own description, for the remainder of his life. Music came first among the gifts. He was a musician from infancy, and at 13 he was being paid to play the organ in a church. At 14, he contracted black diphtheria, a disease that killed efficiently in that period, and it very nearly finished him. He was declared dead. What Russell described afterward was another illumination arriving in that room and carrying within it a knowing about how to heal himself. He rose from the bed whole in front of the physicians who had pronounced him gone. Consider the effect of that on a 14-year-old. Every limit anybody would ever describe to him afterward had already been contradicted once in a room in front of witnesses. He proceeded for the following 78 years as somebody with no particular reason to accept a stated impossibility. At 15, he was paying his own way through art school on $12 a week. The girl he was seeing announced that an opera company was coming to the city for a series of performances and told him she wanted him to take her. He said that was exactly what he was planning to do, meaning one evening She understood him to mean the entire series. The full series cost $79.60. He had $6. When the day arrived, he stood at the end of the line with $6 and a settled certainty that the money would reach him before he got to the window. He stood there through the night to hold a good position. In the morning, a man asked whether he wanted to earn $5 by selling his place so the man could reach his office by 9. The boy answered immediately that he would do better than that. Hand over the money and the tickets would be delivered. The man gave him the cash and an address without ever asking his name. And then, standing there with a notebook and a fistful of bills, he became something people walked towards. Others approached with the same request, one after another. By the time he reached the window, he had the entire series for himself and his sweetheart and $110 beyond it, which carried him through months of school. Nobody asked who he was. His own conclusion was that trusting the inner power draws out the trust of whoever you happen to be dealing with. Another summer, he took work as a bellboy, $8 a month, with the understanding that tips would bring $100 across the season. When the first tip was offered him, something refused. He stammered a refusal and fled to the cellar to work out why. And down there he arrived at a decision. I will be the only bellboy in existence who never took a tip, and I will be the best bellboy the world has ever known. From that moment, he answered every request instantly and ran himself ragged for everybody in the building. Each morning he rose at 5 to fetch fresh milk for a baby who needed it. And then went back to bed. Asked why he refused tips, he said he received his salary and loved his work. The guests were overwhelmed by it. They invited him to dinner parties and out on yachts. And when the management explained that servants were forbidden to socialize with guests, those guests said they would never return to the hotel again. So the rule bent, and he had a remarkable summer. He sketched and painted in his spare hours, and the guests took an interest. The season ended with $850 in checks for his pictures and 5 separate offers of legal adoption from wealthy families. The people he carried ice water to became friends for life and commissioned paintings for him for years afterwards. He went to the wedding of the baby he had fetched milk for. And every year in the 5th month, the thing that had spoken to him at 7 returned. He wrote about these periods himself at the very end of his life, and his description is careful. Awareness of his body diminished while awareness of God increased, and the two moved in proportion. Ecstasy accompanied it. He was compelled toward solitude into forests away from people until the period completed itself. 10 to 14 days every May from the age of 7. Nobody around him appears to have known what to do with this. He simply went, and then he came back, and life resumed. What he describes in those forests carries none of the strain people associate with spiritual discipline. He walks. Long stretches are spent lying on moss doing nothing at all. At one point, he watches an ant haul something larger than itself across a rock, becomes convinced that he is the ant, and feels his own body straining under the weight of it. He describes his soul wandering out among the stars and returning, and the body waiting on the path, meanwhile moving absently, unaware of its own motion. Small things call it back. The curve of a young tree, the shadow of a cloud crossing a meadow. A boy discovering alone and without instruction that awareness can leave the body and come back. He was 7 when this began, and he had no vocabulary for any of it, and no teacher, and no tradition to place it in. Here's the fact that vanishes from nearly every account of Walter Russell. His first 3 books were children's books. The Sea Children in 1901. 2 years after came The Bending of the Twig, and then The Age of Innocence in 1904, written and illustrated by him in his early 30s, more than 20 years before The Universal One appeared.

And they sit alongside something equally overlooked.

His reputation as a painter in that era rested substantially on his portraits of children. The presidential commissions get cited constantly. The children came first, and they continued. So the sequence of his life runs as follows: a boy hears a voice in a forest, he grows into a man who makes books for children and paints their faces for a living while continuing to disappear into the woods every May, and then at 49 he sits down and writes a cosmology. The gentleness was there first. And it never left. Anybody who has read the message of the Divine Iliad, which is available on my channel, can hear it running underneath the physics. And the choice of subject repays attention. A man whose central teaching would eventually be that every person carries genius already, requiring only awareness of it, spent his early career among children. Children arrive without the accumulated conviction that they are ordinary. Nobody has yet explained their limits to them. The whole barrier Russell spent 40 years describing has generally been installed later by adults on purpose. He was painting and writing for the only people who had yet to receive the instruction. Between those books for children and the Illumination, Russell assembled one of the more improbable careers in American life. From 1914, he painted the notable, and his sitters included 4 presidents of the United States. Theodore Roosevelt, Franklin Roosevelt, Calvin Coolidge, Warren Harding. Thomas Edison sat for him. Mark Twain sat for him. His bust of Mark Twain stands among the better-known American portrait sculptures of its period, and he later wrote a book about the search to find Twain in the material. During the Second World War, he executed the Four Freedoms Monument. Visitors to his studio remarked constantly on the eyes of his sculptures. And he had a reason for them. Most sculptors, he said, treat eyes as form and carve them as spherical surfaces. He considered that the error at the root of ordinary portraiture. Eyes have no form. Eyes are transparent, and what a viewer actually sees is the light of the soul behind them. Until a sculptor becomes able to see that soul through the eyes, he said, the portrait remains a study of flesh and blood. Consider what that means coming from the man who would later argue that light is the only substance in creation. He had been working on the same principle in clay for years before he ever wrote it as physics. At 56, he was president of the Society of Arts and Sciences, and the organization had commissioned a medal honoring Thomas Edison. The sculptor engaged for the portrait failed them. Russell had been a painter his entire life and had never handled clay. He acquired some and wired Mrs. Edison that he would come and do it himself. Changing medium that way, he said afterward, resembles a violinist suddenly being handed a piano. He traveled to Florida with a mass of clay, and he spent the whole journey in meditation rather than conversation. His own account of the reasoning is worth hearing. Had he played cards the entire way down, entertaining what he called that great aggregation of sensed corpuscles he referred to as his body, he was certain he would have failed. The bust succeeded and became the first piece of sculpture he ever made. Portrait busts followed steadily afterward, and eventually a monument to Mark Twain containing 28 figures, which established sculptors told him was impossible. Artists in that period faced a specific problem. Studios with proper northern light and adequate ceiling height cost money, and the people who needed them earned irregularly and could rarely satisfy a bank. Russell, working with other painters and sculptors and architects, originated a solution. The residents would collectively own the corporation that owned the building. And each would hold shares granting the right to occupy a particular unit. Anybody living in a New York cooperative apartment today occupies a structure devised in part by a self-taught painter solving a housing problem for artists. He helped finance and promote dozens of such projects. He organized the New York Skating Club and served as its first president and staged the first 4 carnivals That grew into an annual fixture at Madison Square Garden. Having passed the test that would have automatically given him the National Amateur Championship, he declined to claim it. At 69, he took 3 first prizes in figure skating, competing against a field entirely under 30. Let me say that again. At 69, he took 3 first prizes in figure skating, competing against a field entirely under 30. Books and magazines carried his illustrations for years. And he served as art editor of a national weekly and then as a war artist and correspondent. At 28, he painted a large allegorical work about the power of thought in the making of civilization, and the National Academy rejected it. Representatives of the King of Italy then invited the same painting to the Turin International Exposition, exempt from jury as a representative American picture. It traveled through Europe collecting honors And King Albert of Belgium came personally to his New York studio to see it. The Society of Arts and Sciences elected him president. For years he rode, and characteristically, he refused to do it ordinarily. He brought in the finest instructors available and trained black stallions in the high school movements a person usually sees only at a circus. Mornings from 7 until 9 found him working in the ring. The horses came to him through Theodore Roosevelt, with whom he rode regularly, and whose company gave the two of them access to a breeding stable at Oyster Bay. Russell wanted 2 of the animals and offered $5,000 for either one. The breeder answered that he would sell all of them or none. So Russell bought 27 Arabian stallions for $50,000 and bought the property they stood on as well, along with the house and 40 acres and every member of the staff. Roosevelt was sufficiently disturbed by the purchase that he wanted to go personally to the breeder and demand the deposit back. He asked what on earth Russell intended to do with them, warned that the oats alone would arrive by the carload, and predicted the animals would eventually ruin him as they had ruined the previous owner. The arrangement would take very little of his time and would interest him immensely. Years afterward, he sold individual horses for as much as $15,000, and the land had appreciated enough that the whole adventure came out even. His own summary was that it stood among the great experiences of his life, and he would have refused to miss it for a million dollars. He belonged to the Twilight Club, which carried a lineage running back through Emerson, Twain, Whitman, and Oliver Wendell Holmes, and whose members on to help produce the Rotary Club, the Lions Club, and the Boy Scouts of America. Held simultaneously by a man— he was a painter, a sculptor, an architect, a musician, an author, an athlete, a developer, a society president— with a 4th grade certificate, and none of it was the reason we are here. Sir Oliver Lodge was a physicist of real standing, and he wrote something that ought to be more famous than it is. He observed that we know the how of a great many things and the why of nothing whatsoever. We know how to use magnetism, gravitation, electricity, energy, and light while knowing what none of them are. And then he made a claim: if we knew the secret of light, we would have all the knowledge. Then the prophecy Lodge held that when the secret of light finally arrived It would never come through the scientific mind. It would come, he wrote, through the inspiration of a poet, a painter, a philosopher, or a saint. Russell read that, and he answered it directly in front of an audience without apology and without modesty either. He answered that he qualified for the first 3 and left the saint to somebody else. Poet, painter, philosopher. He had legitimate standing in each, and he understood precisely what Lodge had described. A physicist wrote down who would find the secret of light, and a portrait painter from Boston stood up and said the description fits. In May of 1921, the annual period arrived on schedule, and then it failed to end. 10 days passed, which was normal. 14 days passed, which was the outer edge of anything he had known. And it kept going. He wrote without stopping. Diagrams appeared among the words— spirals, cones, waveforms, charts of something arranged in octaves in the manner of music. Sleep held no interest. Neither did food. His family grew frightened, which was entirely reasonable, and they summoned physicians to assess whether he required committal to an insane asylum. The specialist examined him, spoke with him at length, and then read the pages. They left without taking him anywhere. Something in that room persuaded 2 medical professionals that the man in front of them was undergoing an event other than a collapse. Russell described the mechanism in language worth hearing precisely. The seat of sensation severs from the conscious mind. Sensation departs. No body reports anything. Nothing locates a person in space, and no sequence of moments arrives in order. What remains in his account is mind alone, in which all knowledge and all power and all presence exist together. Years afterward, he described the moment to his biographer, and the picture he reached for explains more than any diagram he ever drew. The universe, he said, arrived As a kaleidoscope suddenly taken to pieces. All that apparent infinity of complexity, endlessly shifting, never repeating. And then the whole thing opened. 3 mirrors and a few bits of broken glass. Everything else had been reflections. He came out convinced that the entire moving universe operates the same way. 2 lights of divided thinking reflected in mirrors of space, producing An appearance of countless separate things from one undivided source. He wrote that God kept him in the universe of all-knowing for 39 days and nights in order that he might know these things and then write them down. Afterward, he was clear about what he believed had occurred, and the phrasing carries no hesitation in it. God had taken him behind the scenes, away from from the illusion of the senses into the universe of knowing, so that he might see what the universe and man actually are rather than what the eyes report. His complaint about the science of his era followed directly from that. Physicists were building from observation, and observation runs entirely through a sensed body, and the sensed body reports a world that has no reality. He compared the text books of his own century to medieval geography in which a flat Earth rested on the backs of elephants. Nothing about the comparison was offered as an insult. He held that the observers were sincere and their instrument was wrong. Approximately 30,000 words came out of him during that period, which became the Divine Iliad. And Russell made a claim about those words that he repeated for the rest of his life, and all of them There was never an erasure, and never a word changed. He put the challenge to his audiences directly: ask any writer what it means to produce 500 words with no correction, and then ask what 30,000 means. He never claimed the words were his. He said they were written through him, and that translating them into books for other people would occupy the rest of his working life. Here's the extraordinary thing about the Book of Early Whisperings. And the reason I wanted to read it on this channel. The entire cosmology is already in it. Decades before the charts, before the octaves, before any scientists ignored him, a young man is lying beside a pool in a forest, working something out on his own. He starts with a question that sounds childish: why does still water make no sound? His pool is silent. A rushing stream sings. Same water. He turns it over. Then he reaches for the harp string and the reasoning tightens. A still string is silent. A plucked string sings, which means the string was never the thing singing at all. The motion sings. The string is always silent. Then he pushes further and asks where motion goes when it ceases. Waves disturb his pool, and then the pool is calm again. So where did the waves travel to? His conclusion arrives in the forest from a young man with no education: motion and sound are transient. Stillness is the one permanent thing. Only stillness is real. Hold that beside The Secret of Light, published decades afterward. There he writes that the thinking is the moving extension of the stillness of mind, exactly as a lever Is the moving extension of the stillness of its fulcrum. Knowledge is a deep well of still water. Thinking is a 2-way pump that divides the quality of that stillness into quantities and sets. The lever and the fulcrum, the well and the pump— both images are sitting in the forest passage written by a young man watching the water. The illumination of 1921 gave him a system. The system had been assembling itself in him every May since he was 7. One further section of that book deserves attention because the cosmology appears there dressed as poetry. He lies beside a stream and asks what it sings about and to whom, and in the book the stream answers. It sings, it tells him, to poets and painters and lovers and to men with souls. It sings of the pines along its banks. Of the brooks that come rushing into it, of the deer that plunge their tongues into it after running, of children laughing along its edges, and of the moon and stars that lie reflected in its quiet pools and dance all night across its ripples. And the stream tells him that it goes down to the salty sea and that it will return. Again and again, forever, in mist and in silence, back to the same peaceful valley to make the journey once more. Water rises as vapor, travels as cloud, falls as rain, gathers into brooks, runs to the sea, and rises again. The cycle never closes and never ends. Decades afterward, he would name that principle, chart it, and place it at the center of a cosmology unfolding and refolding, compression into form, expansion into rest, without pause anywhere in creation. A young man beside a stream heard the whole of it, and the stream told him in the language of the stream. He spent the following 26 years turning those 39 days into something another person could read, and the result arrived in 1947 as The Secret of Light. He built it in 3 parts, and the architecture tells you what he thought he had been shown: omniscience, the universe of knowing, Omnipotence, the universe of power. Omnipresence, the universe of being. All knowledge, all power, all presence— those are the attributes traditionally reserved for God, and he was asserting that a person can enter every one of them. And he asserted that matter has no existence. Start with the claim that cost him the scientific world. Russell held that light is the only substance there is, and that what we call matter has no existence whatsoever. A stone is light in motion, wound into spiral form, slowed and compressed until senses built to detect exactly that range report something solid. A body is the same process at a different setting. Take the motion away, he said, and the appearance of substance departs with it. Which produced the sentence that made physicists close book, substance never determined the difference between elements. The count of particles inside an atom has nothing to do with what an element is. What determines it in his account is pressure. The varying electrical pressures at different points along a wave produce every quality we measure and call material, density, acidity, conductivity, heat and cold, even appearance. He described picking up an ordinary object and calling it steel, or calling it an apple, with no awareness that a sudden withdrawal of the electrical condition in holding it would return the object and the person holding it and a mile of surroundings to the stillness they were assembled from. Radioactivity in that framing is simply a rapid return to rest. A flame is a slower return. Decay is slower still. Everything that appears is on its way back. The two-way universe. The science of his day described a universe running down, energy dispersing, order decreasing, everything trending toward a cold and final stillness— entropy. Russell rejected the whole picture, and his objection carried real heat. He said science had condemned the Creator to die of a disease called entropy. His universe runs both directions at once and never runs down. Every motion in creation results from 2 opposed conditions in balanced interchange. Compression gathers light inward toward density and form. Expansion releases it outward toward rest. Gravitation and radiation, generation and degeneration, charging and discharging, growth and decay. Neither one ever wins, because neither is permitted to. Whatever gathers must release, whatever unfolds must refold. His image for it was ocean. Waves rise from a calm sea and return to it, and the sea loses nothing in the process. And the rising and returning never stop anywhere, which produces a creation with no dead matter in it, no waste anywhere, and no genuine ending of anything. The word he used for the closing half of that cycle is the same word his university used when he died: refolding. The Law of Balance. Underneath the 2 motions, he placed a single law, and he considered it the only law there is: rhythmic, balanced interchange between all things. Everything that exists came into being through an equal exchange between opposites. And everything that persists continues by maintaining that equality. A thing takes and gives in equal measure, or the thing corrects itself until the measures are equal again. He extended that into territory most physicists would refuse to enter. Health follows from balance in a body. Fatigue follows from imbalance. Ugliness, fear, and failure arise from unbalanced thought. And he applied it to money as directly as to matter. For years, he lectured the officers and salesmen of a major corporation on exactly this. At a moment when the working slogans of American business were that the buyer should beware and that the sale was the only thing that counted, he told the directors that a go-getter who considers the sale to be the whole point is failing to give equally for what he takes, and that no arrangement of that kind survives contact with natural law. Equal interchange between buyer and seller, he said, would become the keynote of the business world to come. His own cooperative buildings proved the point over decades. Every one he erected on the true principle remained profitable 45 years later. The ones operators altered to extract more profit had failed. Here we arrive at the strangest part of his system. And the part he considered most important of all. He called it the voidance principle, and he wrote that no principle in physics matters more. Space, in his account, contains structure. Waves, fields, have boundaries, and those boundaries act upon light as mirrors and lenses act upon light. Motion curves. Curvature reaches a boundary, and that boundary— the curvature voids itself in a plane of zero curvature. And the motion reverses. Every effect cancels its own cause everywhere continuously. Which returns us to 3 mirrors and a few bits of broken glass. The apparent multiplicity of the universe, in his view, comes from one undivided source reflected through the mirrors of space until it appears as countless separate things. Nothing was ever actually divided. The division Is optical. He drew a consequence from this that he expected would astonish people, and it concerns crystals. Ask why quartz forms hexagons and salt forms cubes, and ordinary chemistry answers by describing the substance. Russell answered by describing the space around it. Crystals take their shapes from the shape of the wave fields that bound them. The geometry belongs to space rather than to the material. Matter is simply filling a form that space had already established. The 9 Octaves. And underneath all of it sits music. Russell held that creation is constructed the way sound is constructed— waves arranged in octaves, repeating at higher and lower frequencies, with identical relationships appearing at every scale. He arranged the elements accordingly in 9 octaves, each one a complete cycle. An octave begins in the inert gases, which he regarded as the seed and the resting place rather than as leftovers. Compression increases from there through the elements we handle daily, reaching maximum at the wave amplitude, and then releases back toward rest. Carbon sits at the peak, the most perfectly balanced element in creation, which is the reason life is built from it. Every element in that arrangement occupies a position in a scale rather than a box in a grid, and its properties follow from where it sits within the compression cycle of its own octave. Thinking is motion. One claim remains, and it brings the whole system into the territory this channel works in: creation happens by thinking. The universal mind imagines and And the imagining produces the 2 opposed motions, and the motions wind light into the forms of a world. Creation occurs continuously rather than once, and the mechanism is mental rather than mechanical. Thinking, in his definition, is motion— electrical waves of motion extending from the stillness of mind exactly as a lever extends from the stillness of its fulcrum, which places every thinking being inside the machinery rather than outside observing it. He wrote that the cardinal error of science consisted of shuttling the Creator out of the creation, and the objection was structural rather than devotional. Remove mind from the description and nothing remains that can explain why anything happens. And when a person stops thinking, he said, the motion stops with it, and what remains is the The still light of knowing. A boy worked that out beside a pool in a forest before anybody taught him a word of physics. In 1926, he published The Universal One and placed it inside a chart of elements built from his cosmology. Mendeleev had arranged the elements in a table. Russell arranged them in a spiral of 9 octaves in the manner of musical scales positioned along A continuous progression of increasing compression and resulting density. He called one of the drawings the 9-octave harp of the universe. The same instrument he had used to work out the nature of reality as a young man became the shape he gave to matter itself. His chart carried the position where no element existed, and he filled them anyway, describing what belonged there. Deuterium, Tritium, neptunium, plutonium— 2 isotopes of hydrogen and 2 transuranic elements positioned in a chart copyrighted in 1926, none of them yet isolated by any laboratory on Earth. Deuterium arrived in 1931. Tritium followed. Neptunium and plutonium followed at the start of the 1940s. They appeared where he had drawn them, and he had given them 2 of their names. On his charts, they appear as Uridium and Urium. The world would later call them Neptunium and Plutonium. He also stated that if those elements were ever produced, the pressures available on this planet would prove insufficient to hold them together. When the atomic secret was being locked into American and British archives, he found the whole effort Faintly comic, and said so. Knowledge refuses to be locked up. It is cosmic, and it stands wide open to every thinker. He mailed the Universal One to more than 500 of the leading scientists alive at his own expense and spent years afterward asking industrial laboratories to test his findings. The response ranged from silence through dismissal. Understand the position that put him in. A man approaching 60, at the height of a career in portraiture and sculpture and property, spending his own money to mail unsolicited manuscripts to strangers and receiving almost nothing back for years. He was asking science to overturn its foundations rather than adjust them, and he knew it. He said so plainly that he was attempting to move the whole enterprise forward by 2,000 or 3,000 years in a single step. His wife later wrote that when she met him, he had reached the very limit of his physical and financial endurance. He continued anyway, and he continued alone for the better part of 2 decades. One figure of that era engaged the material seriously, and he was Nikola Tesla. The account comes to us through Lao Russell, who published her version in 1957, describing what her husband had told her. By that telling, Tesla found the electrical knowledge in the cosmogony true to nature and simultaneously so far outside the accepted pattern that publishing it would accomplish nothing except the destruction of the man who published it. Tesla told him that helping would prove useless since science would consider Tesla equally mad for the endorsement. He observed that accepting the work would require scrapping every physics textbook in existence And forcing every physics professor alive to learn the subject over again. And then the instruction that has followed Russell ever since: write it down, diagram it, and seal it away with instructions that it open in 1,000 years. Lau wrote that her husband had decided to follow that advice and intended to place the material in the Smithsonian to wait until humanity had unfolded far enough to receive it. She persuaded him otherwise, on the grounds that the world needed it now rather than 1,000 years from now. The pairing makes sense beyond the documentation. Tesla had spent his working life describing fields, resonance, and standing waves at a moment when physics was moving toward particles. He believed energy filled space rather than traveling through emptiness, and he built machinery from intuition that arrived whole and required years of engineering afterward. A man working that way received a manuscript describing matter as wound light arranged in octaves, would recognize the grammar immediately. Here's the part that gets lost and the part that matters most to anybody watching. Russell considered the physics secondary. The claim he repeated across every book in every lecture for 40 years concerns you rather than the periodic table. Mediocrity is self-inflicted. Genius is self-bestowed. He held that every person carries consummate genius already, and that the only thing separating a master from a mediocre man is awareness of it. And he named the key that opens the awareness. The key is desire released into the eternal energy of the universe. He held that every person can become whatever that person desires to become, and that the entire barrier consists Of a failure to comprehend one universal law: the unity of all life and the nature of communion with the source. Look at his position from inside his own life, since he was the primary evidence for his own claim. No education, training in science, a laboratory, institutional standing— all of it absent. A portrait painter with 4 years of primary school and a habit of walking into the woods. And he insisted until the end That nothing about him was exceptional. He laid out a progression, and knowing where you stand on it is useful. Below everything sits the sensing man, who takes the reports of the body as the whole of what exists. Above him, the thinking man, who reasons about those reports and rearranges them. Above that, the knowing man, who has begun receiving directly rather than assembling. Then the genius, whose knowing arrives with enough force to produce work that outlives him. And then the last step beyond the genius is the mystic. The mystic, in his definition, is somebody who has attained cosmic consciousness through a complete severance of the seats of consciousness and sensation, almost wholly unaware of a body, wholly aware of the light. He noted that fewer than 40 cases of partial cosmic consciousness appear anywhere in recorded history. And that perhaps 3 of those approached the complete state. And he held that this remains the ultimate goal of every person alive, and that all will reach it before the journey of humanity finishes. His diagnosis was precise, and it cost nothing to test. The deterrent to cosmic consciousness, he wrote, is the feeling that God is far away rather than within, and the accompanying belief that we reach that distant God only through sources outside ourselves. His remedy required no equipment and no doctrine— much aloneness and companionship with God in every moment and in every task of life. Moment by moment companionship, he said, produces such a realization of oneness that the full transformation becomes apt to occur at any time. He added something that almost never gets repeated and explains why his family was frightened. He wrote that it is better for illumination to arrive gradually because the complete severance is very dangerous. The ecstasy of the full experience is so great that a person no longer wishes to return. Severing the soul from the body, he wrote, lies within easy accomplishment. Stepping back into the body is very difficult. 39 days, 2 physicians on a staircase, he came back. He spent the following 42 years translating what he had been given, and he told anybody who asked that the same door stands open to them. In 1946, he met an English woman named Daisy Cook who told him she had met her soulmate. He renamed her Lao after the author of the Tao Te Ching, and they married in 1948. They went searching for somewhere to house the work. Lao held a conviction that it would sit on a mountaintop Above Rockfish Gap outside Waynesboro, Virginia, they found an Italian marble palace modeled on Via Medici, Rome, built in 1912 by a railroad millionaire and standing empty for 17 years. Lau looked across the valley and said it matched a vision she had seen in a dream 2 years earlier. Walter required no further convincing. He signed a 50-year lease that same year, and 8 moving vans carried 36 tons of artwork and sculpture up that mountain. Consider the distance traveled. A 9-year-old running cash across a dry goods floor in Boston whose family had nothing ended his life in a marble palace on a mountaintop surrounded by his own work, teaching whoever wrote in. They opened the University of Science and Philosophy there and produced a home study course carrying the cosmology to anybody willing to work through it. I have read several of those courses that you can also find in the Walter Russell playlist. And he had no prior education, no credentials of any kind. A boy who left school at 9 spent his final years running a university that asked nobody for a diploma. Gloria Swanson took the Cosmic Consciousness course. Over the following decades, John Denver, Shirley MacLaine, Art Linkletter, Dennis Weaver, and others made the drive up that mountain, and they erected a statue of Jesus in the garden. The former governor of Virginia came to help them reopen the building in 1949 after 2 years of cleaning and restoration. Whatever anybody makes of the cosmology, the shape of that ending deserves attention on its own. Nothing in the arithmetic of a life that began behind a dry goods counter in Boston points toward a marble palace on a Virginia mountaintop. He arrived there carrying 36 tons of his own work, having been told by nearly every institution he approached that his central discovery was worthless. In 1949, at 78 years of age, Walter Russell published one more book. It came after The Secret of Light, came after both volumes of The Message of the Divine Iliad, which you can also see on my channel. He had already delivered the cosmology, the charts, the physics, and the argument. Then he went back to the beginning. The Book of Early Whisperings, which you can find also on my channel, collects what he heard as a boy— forest walks, a stream in a pool with clouds moving across it, One autumn afternoon where 2 hours vanished and he could recall nothing of them except a barway and some passing deer. An evening when he came out of the woods, heard cowbells, and understood that milking time had arrived. Full-page reproductions of the sketches he made in those years run through the book. An old man near the end published the whisperings of a child in the words that a child had written and let them stand exactly as they were. A man in his late 70s, having spent decades being ignored by the scientific establishment he addressed, having published the cosmology and watched most of the world walk past it, chose to spend his remaining energy on the notebooks of a boy. Nothing in that book argues with anybody. There are no charts, no elements or octaves, no defense of any position. There's a stream and a pool and a moss and a child who kept being visited. Which is the proof of everything this episode has argued. The 39 days were never a lightning strike. They were the 42nd May. Walter Russell refolded on the 19th of May, 1963, his 92nd birthday, the same date on which he arrived, 92 years to the day. Lao continued the work until her own refolding in 1988. which came one day after a massive solar flare. Refolding is his own word. In his cosmology, nothing ends. Light unfolds into form and refolds into stillness that sent it, and that pattern repeats at every scale of creation, including a man. Settle wherever you are for a second. I want to do a final activation inspired by Walter Russell. So let the breath lengthen for a second without forcing it. We finish where he began, in a forest beside still water. Bring your attention to the stillness underneath your own thinking. Thoughts are moving through you at this moment, arriving and departing, and each one is in motion underneath every one of them sits something that has never moved at all. A string that makes no sound. Beneath the lever, a fulcrum. Beneath the pump, a well.

Find it. It has been there the whole time.

Everything around you is that same light wound into spirals, slowed and compressed until your senses report a world. The chair beneath you, the The floor under it, the walls around the room, all of it light moving slowly. And so are you. So say this with me, as Walter Russell said: I am light in motion, and the stillness at my center has never once been disturbed. Beneath my thinking lies knowing, and knowing is where all power rests. When I stop the motion I find the source of the motion, and the source is what I am. The voice that whispered to a boy in a forest whispers in me because it whispers in everyone and always has. Genius is already present in me. It requires no earning, no permission, and no credential from anybody. Aloneness is my doorway, and companionship with the source Is my practice rather than my hope. Nothing in me is separate. What appeared to divide me from the whole was motion, until motion is temporary. Light unfolds into form through me and refolds into stillness through me, and I am the place where the interchange occurs. I give and receive in equal measure because equal interchange is the one law. And everything obeys it. What appears solid in my life is motion, and motion answers to the thinking that produced it. I return to this quiet by practice again and again, and the returning builds something across the years. The whisper requires no special hearing. It requires only that I go somewhere quiet enough to notice it. What I have called ordinary in myself was never ordinary. It was unexamined. I am the universal one expressing here as this. Stay quiet for a moment. Something has been placed. Leave it undisturbed. Many years ago, a boy heard something in a forest at 7 years old, and he went back every May for the rest of his life. Wrote books for children that came from him and portraits of their faces. Twain took shape in bronze under his hands, and presidents sat for him. He built a way for artists to own their own studios, and he skated and played and kept going into the woods. At 49, the woods came back with him and stayed for 39 days. At 78, he published what that boy had heard. He left one charge behind, and he considered it binding. Becoming a messenger of the light. Is as much your duty as it was his. Go into the quiet. Return tomorrow. Keep returning for years if years are what it takes. Something is whispering, and it is whispering this whole time. Before I go, I want to invite you to join the Reality Revolution community. You can find the link in the description at school.com/reality. Revolution, where I hold weekly group coaching sessions. It's an amazing community of people working together to create their realities. I have so much exclusive content that you can only find there, exclusive teachings.

It's amazing.

I'd love to interact with you. You can find the link in the description. You can find all episodes of The Reality Revolution at therealityrevolution.com. I'm sending all my light and love to everyone that's listening through the carrier wave of my voice and through those that are watching. My light goes to you, and welcome to the Reality Revolution. Welcome to the Reality Revolution.

I am so excited to cordially invite you to an amazing event we're hosting in Austin on September 18th through the 20th. We are going to take you into the large sums of money portal into the vortex where you live in the reality where large sums of money come to you. Almost 10 million of you have listened to one meditation on my channel, and my comment section is filled every single day with people telling me the same impossible story. Money showed up, unexpected checks, refunds out of nowhere, raises, clients, windfalls. And the amazing thing is it's not just a little bit, it's large sums of money. Just As those words denote, from one affirmation. This September 18th through the 20th in Austin at the Hyatt Regency, we're going to do it together in one room for the very first time. Years ago, I found the affirmation that I changed my entire financial life with. I have read it thousands of times. Millions of you have fallen asleep to it. People call it the master code. And here it is. You know it well. You can probably say it with me. I am so happy and grateful now that large sums of money come to me easily and quickly in increasing quantities from multiple sources on a continuous basis in the best interests of all that I get to keep, give, spend, and invest joyfully. This has been the master code of my life and so many of you. It has changed my life in so many ways. Every single word in that affirmation has come true in my life, and there's nothing I want more than for you to experience the same thing.

Every word is deliberate.

Large sums coming to you easily and quickly from many sources, continuously, in the best interest of all. This is the affirmation people have written to me about, from their cars after an unexpected deposit, from their kitchens the morning a check arrived, from lives that changed after they simply kept listening.

It works. You had told me it works.

Tens of millions of views later, in a comment section that reads like a miracle log— read the comments under that meditation right now.

Real people, strangers to each other, saying the same thing in thousands of different ways.

The money came, the exact amount they needed. The opportunity they had given up on, the doors that opened the week they started listening. And here's what stays with me the most: the people who come to my live events tell me the same thing every single time, that being in the room in 3 days does what years of listening alone was building toward. The meditation opens the door, the room walks you through it. For the first time ever, I'm taking the Master Code deep for 3 days into a room for 3 days this September, an entire event built around shifting you into The Large Sums of Money Future That Is Available to You. 9 immersive sessions. We open by unleashing infinite streams of money. We walk through a range of money. We quantum jump into large sums of money together. You come face to face with the wealthiest self of you in the multiverse, and we live inside this affirmation for 3 days until it becomes deeply embedded in our DNA, until it is no longer something that you listen to. It is who you are.

This is the most powerful way I've ever found to transform money in a person's life, and I have only ever been able to give you a piece of it through the screen.

I'm going to give you all the most advanced teachings on money, ways I was able to make money. I want to show you that in this new economy, in this new age, that you have access to infinite streams of money, that it's available to you now. We're living in the best time ever to be Prosperous and free. I'm also bringing things into the room that I have never done at any event.

I'm keeping them a surprise.

What I will tell you, this is the first time gathering around the Master Code in person for 3 days, and it will only be the first time once. You're going to want to say that you were there when it happened. You're going to want to be the one sharing your success story in the way that it changed your life, in the way large sums of money came to you.

Today was my first day with Brian Scott. It was just a wonderful experience. I really— so my favorite one that has always resonated with me is the manifesting abundance mindset. So like, I am so happy and grateful that large sums of money come to me easily and quickly. I've been a fan of Brian Scott's for years, and the opportunity It exceeded my expectations. I'm so grateful to be here. I've been listening to Brian's stuff for 2 years. I, I say Brian really changed my life.

When we come together, everybody's affected by it, even if you don't necessarily believe. The energy of it is so incredibly powerful and magnetic. The room is small on purpose.

Every seat with Within arm's reach of me.

And these seats are going quickly. We have a lower early bird price than any of my other events, specifically targeted so that if you're interested in going to one of my events, this is the perfect time to go. I'm so excited to go to Austin, one of my favorite places in the world. Austin is such a creative, unique, vibrant city. It is the perfect place for us to manifest large sums of money into our life. September 18th through the 20th. You can find the link in the description at www.brianscottlive.com/austin-2026. I cannot wait to see you there.