What is God?
God is everything
Where is God?
God is everywhere
Why is God?
God is just being
How is God?
God is just LOVE
To be one with God,
is be one with everything
To be one with God,
is to be one with everywhere
To be one with God,
is to be one with just being
To be one with God,
is to be one with just LOVE
“Experience has repeatedly confirmed that well-known maxim of Bacon’s that “a little philosophy inclineth a man’s mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men’s minds about to religion.” At the same time, when Bacon penned that sage epigram… he forgot to add that the God to whom depth in philosophy brings back men’s minds is far from being the same from whom a little philosophy estranges them.” ~ George Santayana
“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.” ~ Vincent van Gogh
Lives, existences, are but series of briefest moments, experiences ever unfolding, creating the endless story, stories being told; how those lives, existences, briefest moments of experience are experienced is your choice, your LOVE story to tell; remember always however, you are not defined by the experience, the LOVE story being told, the experience, the LOVE story being told is defined by you.
“To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.” ~ Oscar Wilde
For all their imaginings of Godhood, most live lives far from their divinity, huddling, shivering in the shadows of their fear, far away from light of the LOVE they are, afraid to step into what was once known, but now forgotten, unknown; letting go the fear of falling is the first step to remembering that you once could soar.
“Have no fear of moving into the unknown. Simply step out fearlessly knowing that I am with you, therefore no harm can befall you; all is very, very well. Do this in complete faith and confidence.” ~ Pope John Paul
Looking out over the battlefield observing, the enlightened being in LOVE remembered, having accepted the truth that there is only one, picks no side in war, for she knows all sides she innately, eternally is and already too long she smiles from the infinite depth of soul, “With herself has she been conflicted.” Yes, she mused her spirit in bliss, “The oneness that is LOVE picks no side in war.”
“The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego — ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.” ~ George Meredith
To know LOVE, is to move beyond the finite realm of impossibility and into the courageous experience of never ending wonder.
“Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.” ~ Thomas A Kempis
Now that we know we can choose and have remembered what the choices are, it is time to choose our experience of eternal life born this newly rediscovered wisdom to be one of LOVE in grace, over our eons ancient choice made out ignorance and or stupidity of love in fear; we can soar through eternity, as soul form angels or continue to crawl on bellies, bumbling about like barbaric oafs.
“The spirit of a man is constructed out of his choices.” ~ Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept
This body, this life, this LOVE, I am not, nor will I ever be, for this or any body, this or any life, this or any LOVE, this or any me/we, is innately God/Infinity.
The divine rainbow prism pyramid, the holy trinity of; infinite information – the raw formless data from which all creation takes shape, infinite energy – the supreme creative consciousness that shapes the formless data into creation, infinite force – the binding attracting undeniable intention of LOVE to manifest creation so that God/Infinity may experience itself.
God/Infinity infinitely dreaming/dreamt the infinite abstract that was, into the infinite creation that is; all stories, all lies, all truths, all illusions of the sublime divine mind’s brilliantly beautiful designs.
To LOVE myself/ourselves is to LOVE God/Infinity; for God/Infiniity is all that is and I/we are but blessed figments of her imagination, given freewill to forget and pretend, to play in the her sandbox of infinite space/time, that me/we are other; that me/we, this body, this life, this LOVE are for infinite moments real.
There is no me/we, there is only God/Infinity, experiencing herself, disguised as Mother giving birth to the unending unimaginably fantastical opus, that is infinite creation…
“The religious idea of God cannot do full duty for the metaphysical infinity.” ~ Alan Watts
Report after report of children, animals, nature, the very soul of innocence, divinity, grace itself, abused, tortured, maimed, murdered; the young enlightened women, spirit free, weeps. Tears stream down rose cheeks, collecting in pools of sorrow, into which it seems she may fall and drown. An ancient sage, her teacher, from the sacred place in the woods approaches and lifts her chin gently to look into his wise kind eyes and asks, “Why do you weep my child, have you forgot all that you have come again to know.” The women whose face radiates a sublime purity that would makes even Angels green with envy, stares back at the sage with a deep empathetic intention to match his own and answers, “Oh no my beloved mentor, I have not forgot the truth of LOVE I have remembered. I know that it is all that is real, source; all else is creator’s creation, infinite illusion. The tears that flow are not for me, but for those who suffer because they still believe this to be real, having yet to choose to remember to see and the pools my tears form are not for me in which to fall and drown, but for those who come in my dreams, asking to have their souls cleansed of the self cast spell of vanity and forgetting, that they too, with the truth of LOVE remembered, may again be free.”
“for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.” ~ Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The now middle aged man, coming rapidly upon his fiftieth year of imagining, stumbled groggily to the bathroom, wiping the dawn’s dewy sleep from his eyes, laying his hands on the cool marble that surrounded his wash basin, he leaned forward, splashing brisk water on his cheeks and with a sun warmed towel patting them dry; his face just inches from the mirror, reading each line on his face, the stories of his life captured in each tiny wrinkle and just as he was about to ask himself the same questions he has been asking morning after morning, year after year, for as long as cared or dared remember “Who am I? Why am I? What am I?” He thought, “no, this time I will ask the questions differently.” So instead of, “Who am I? Why am I? What am I?” he asked, “Who are you? Why are you? What are you?” and much to his great shock his reflection answered back, “Ask me not for ultimate answers to the illusion of our infinite beingness, for there are none. Ask me instead, ‘How are we meant to be?’ And I will show you the absolute way; the way that is LOVE” At that moment the man’s reflection reached out through the looking glass and took the man by the hand, guiding him gently into mirror that was rippling like mercury and with that the man and his reflection walked off into the endless dream, the path now clear and known; the answers he had for so long sought, left laying along with his ego, on the cool marble counter beside the wash basin, of no more importance or consequence than the wet cloth they lay beside.
“Inside yourself or outside, you never have to change what you see, only the way you see it.” ~ Thaddeus Golas