"Is this how your CSB event with Sylvia came about?" Anton asked.

      "That's what started it. Sylvia and I had drifted into a rut too. Suddenly, with Ross' discovery, universal marriage came onto the scene. It came onto the scene with the Principle of Universal Love already standing in the background. The whole basis for sexual relationships had to be rediscovered from the ground up when this shift was made, and I think we made some rather significant moves. My dream occurred in this context, and you know, we've been celebrating ever since. In the way that Sylvia had responded, that wouldn't have been possible under the old marriage doctrine. It appears that Sylvia understood the natural separation between sex and marriage even then. Maybe that made our CSB event, a significant event without us being aware of it."

      "Is this what you meant already then, when you suggested in your letter twelve years ago, that if sex keeps us apart, we must find a way to break the sex barrier?" asked Anton.

      I replied that this was only a vague idea then, and it happened a long time before the CSB became possible.

      Anton just smiled. "I appreciate the honesty of you telling me this; which may be embarrassing for you."

      "Why should it be embarrassing, if it is true?" I asked. "But there is more to it than that. The symbol CSB really does stand for one's honesty with oneself, even in a high level scientific sense."

      "Really, Peter? Tell me!"

      I told her that the answer involved a long story that was directly related to our impasse in Moscow.

      "Do you remember me telling you about the Byzantine model?" I asked her. "I told you that it is a vertical, hierarchical model that puts God into heaven, mankind into the dust of the Earth, and the Christ into the middle as a mediator." I explained that all the emperors, sages, philosophers, churches, governments, elite, and religions have assumed that role; telling people what to think, how to live, and what to recognize as the truth. That's how philosophies are propagated. The vertical model is the domain of the philosophers. I reminded her that this was the house that I had torn down for her in Moscow, without replacing it with a better one, because I didn't have a better one to replace it with.



      Before I went on any further, we decided to order dinner. The restaurant offered sixteen dishes, all nicely described in Spanish and Indian, it could just as well have been Greek. We decided to let the owner suggest one of his finest, something with lamb, rice; something hot and spicy, rich with exotic trimmings. This left him with but one suggestion to offer. What did it really matter, anyway? Something more important was on the agenda.

      "The opposite to the Byzantine model, is the model that the symbol CSB represents," I continued our conversation.

      I explained that this new model still looks like a vertical model, though it really isn't a hierarchical model at all. I explained that in this model, Christianity is at the bottom; the term meaning humanity in its true sense as a scientific, sentient, intelligent species. At the top of that model stands Truth, and in the middle, stands science, exemplified by the Christ. In this model, the science of the Christ idea becomes mankind's bridge to truth; to its own humanity; to its reality. "Therefore, there is no longer a vertical hierarchy involved as in the case of the doctrine of a philosophy or a religion," I said to her. "This means that truth comes to light through the dynamics of science that unite God and man as an inherent whole, instead of dividing the two into a master and slave relationship."

      I suggested that in the union that unfolds through scientific and spiritual development, a mediator has no place, and that the person who understood this most profoundly was an American scientist of the 19th Century, named Mary Baker Eddy, the famous discoverer and founder of Christian Science.

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