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Galaxy ClusterThis is a photo of just a small part of our sky, about 1/10th the visual diameter of the moon. All of those lights are individual galaxies, not stars. Click on the image to see a larger version, then just contemplate that each galaxy you see contains over 100 billion stars, and each star may have dozens of planets, with intelligent life on some of them. Our universe is immense indeed!

But there are an infinite number of universes, and don’t imagine that all universes have stars in them. There are universes without stars, galaxies and planets. Just as one small example, there are universes of flat parallel planes, stretching to infinity, populated by luminous beings who fly across and through the planes. There are no suns, for everything glows with an inner light.

I know this for an absolute fact. If one were to deny it, they would be limiting God, Who knows no limits.

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Gold

Gold is God
With an ‘hell’ in it.

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The River of Time

I emerged, a parody of Life, from Eternity into an oddly flowing turbulence. Rather, i submerged. This suffocating stream carried me along relentlessly, tumbling me and spinning me, dazed and confused, to an unknown destination. Where was my freedom? Where had my peacefulness gone?

This turbulence was of my own making. Yes, i made it, out of an insane subatomic thought that i might leave my Source.

I cannot leave my Source, yet here i think i am, in this madly rushing river, which has no source. It comes from nowhere and goes nowhere. It’s the river of time.

I am now a creature of time. I am dwelling in a river of time. This river is of my own making, but i have forgotten that i made it.

I was born into it and seem to be carried by it, to my death. It is relentless in its motion, always carrying me along into a future that it alone will savor.

The bed of this river is strewn with boulders, rocks, gravel, sand and mud. But i have perceived them as treasures; gold, precious jewels, beautiful crystals. Yet i am hurled along by this river of time, tumbling willly nilly over the sharp, jagged rocks, smashing into boulders, blinded by swirling clouds of sand and dust, and thinking it will be worth it if i can just capture some of those treasures.

But the river of time is merciless. It will stop for no one nor even slow down. All are hurled along together, through this battlefield of lures and impediments that i struggle to surmount or acquire. On the bed of the river of time i may glimpse a shiny stone, a glittering mound of sand and try to grasp it, and though i may hold it for a short distance, it will inevitably be wrested from my grip by this angry river and lost in the murky, sinking silt fading behind me.

The river is angry. Its purpose is to destroy me. I can sense its anger, its relentless urge to annihilate me. All who enter it will be torn to shreds and finally give up to the river and clutch no more at the seeming treasures it had offered.

There seems to be no sense to what the river of time will fling me against next. It is a chaotic flow that sometimes seems calm and smooth, and then suddenly drags me through a rapids of turbulent events, upside down and gasping for air.

Yet—at any instant, any instant at all, i can emerge from the river of time. I can choose to exit this turbulent, mad uncaring flow of chaos and lie on the light-drenched banks which surround it and stretch to infinity. There I will find peace and love and joy and all the eternal attributes of Spirit. There I can bask forever in the warm and caring light of Love and the river of time will fade from existence.

On the banks of what used to be the river of time, there is no motion, no confusion, no turbulence, no conflict. My mind is still. I can sense the fullness of every wonderful feeling that Spirit has ever felt. I am Peace, forever. I am Joy, forever. I am Love, forever. And I am Freedom, forever.

This is my true Being. I thought I was lost in the river of time. But in truth, I made it all up, a bad dream that now I have awakened from. I am free forever, in Eternity, where I was created and where I belong. Thank God!

Consider this: Is there really time?
If so, where is it? I have looked
and found only a memory of the past,
in my mind.
Or a daydream of the future,
in my mind.
And I can change my mind!

If I look right now, I see no time.
If I realize reality as spirit,
non-physical, without form,
I see there is no time.

Even in the physical world
of space and form
there is no time.
Unless i believe in
cause and effect.

At any instant,
anything can be created by spirit.
Anything at all. There are no rules.
Spirit is limitless.
In one instant
it can be a human being,
in the next instant, it can be a star.

That is not time,
that is Eternity!
Time is the erroneous
and limiting belief
in cause and effect as separate.
It is the belief that cause comes first,
then effect.
This imaginary string of cause, effect,
cause, effect,
cause, effect,
is what i perceive as time.

In truth, cause and effect are one.
They are the same thing.

And I, as spirit, AM that cause.
And I am that effect.
If I cause myself to be a human,
I AM that human.
If I cause that human to be happy,
I AM that happiness.
And they are the same.

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Me

World of words
and lonely pages,
separate stories
i wandered through,
a library of woe, heavy and sad

I asked for love
and saw it there
in a graceful form
A girl, a child — the sheerest of veils
before Eternity

Diaphanous fingers
feeling a globe, slowly turning,
touching the anguish
of each colored nation
blending all with softened gaze

She, a filigree of lacy atoms
barely concealing the Glory within
Through the delicate hue of her cheeks
as though transparent
i saw — Her face Eternal

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You

Laughing child
. I give away
She comes back twice
. And so we play
The sun is in
. Her smiling eyes
Reflected in
. The distant skies
Between two hearts
. We toss a joy
A wondrous blissful
. Timeless toy

Oh laughing child
. of fearless mirth
which loving God
. has given birth
I look for other
. seeing none
You look for brother
. Seeing One
Laughing child
. did you wander
. did you dance
from a heart
. that gave up can’ts
. and picked a chance
from a tree
. that God had offered me?
. Thank you, smiling child . . .

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God

She sighs,
and galaxies are born and die
She blinks a sleepy eye,
and a civilization arises
in Her luminous hair
Uncountable stars turn and spin
She is the Creationess . . .

Across a myriad of eons
Her fragile fingers feel
Aware of every slightest pulse
of pain or joy, in every soul
Her gaze eternal
pierces peace
with freedom, like a wind
of thought — that sails
never moving — forever . . .
It’s eleven fifty-three
i feel Her light caress
on me . . .
Creationess

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