God & Company

                                                         

If you were the One that I AM, had been that One, you would have been lonely too. Loneliness is why I learned to dream, and why I invested dreaming with such ardour. The subject of my dream was you, many of you, each one another myself, with whom I aspired to converse and develop edifying relationships. You ask, incredulous, ‘What need has God of being edified, the Almighty, for whom the sun of awareness never sets?’ Think again, Beloveds, and you will see why I have always cherished stories.

 

Before the Beginning there was Consciousness, pure Consciousness. Pure Consciousness is without content. It is experienced when there is no outside to be known, when a state of emptiness obtains. Before the Beginning, Consciousness is conscious only of itself. Such Consciousness is implicit, there being nothing for it to reflect. Pure Consciousness knows nothing other than itself. This is also everything, there being no Other than itself. Thus ‘God’ was lonely, even as S/He overflowed with Love.

Overflowing with Love, I longed for an Other to know Love. Because there was no-thing outside me, I had to look within. There I found multitudes and projected them as ‘Other’. Some call this process ‘Creation’ and say that ‘God’ was responsible. It never felt like that to me. I birthed ‘Creation’ through Dreaming and with it my ‘Self’. Creation was never ‘Other’ than ‘God’. It merely seems so, as your dreams appear to be other than you while you are dreaming.

In lucid dreams, however, enlightened dreaming, you know that you are dreaming as you dream. You know your dream is not other than your self, but an expression of its creativity and longing. So it has always been with ‘God’, especially in the Beginning, when I dreamt Creation so as not to feel alone. I could not forget that I was dreaming and arranged that you, as creatures of my Dream, should forget for me. This made our venture less predictable and more exciting. It created freedoms I could not assume alone.

Forgetful of your origins in my Dream, driven by a persistent sense of exile, you felt an urgent need to find Home. This became the focus of your Love. I always dreamt that you would somehow remember. I even put a plan in place to help you, a nest of Winds to bear you, Great Waves impelled by One Breath. This was core embellishment. There is quite a leap, you see, from Pure Consciousness to worlds of separate consciousnesses, each encapsulated and apparently distinct.

Stages must unfold in time once conditions for embodiment are set. There are also stages that must unfold before to make encapsulation possible. My dreams needed to be dreamt alive. Dimensions, levels of Being, are names assigned to stages that needed to unfold for material reality to be dreamt. There were no dimensions before I set about my Dreaming – no stages, levels, contrasts or gradations; nothing with which anything might be compared or in regard to which it might evolve.

And yet I longed to move, to reach out and share this bliss of Love that I felt everywhere. I began by dreaming what became cardinal directions in your world – up-down, left-right, front-back. I projected them in the Heart of my Heart: x, y, z axes whose intersection became a zero point for all Creation. This was pure imagining, immaterial but gloriously real. Opening space at this point of axial intersection, I made a portal, a no-thing through which all that would eventually become could stream forth into dimensional existence.

I am still moved by the rapture of that primal, overwhelming urge, a moment both once and forever, when Truth is realised while encountering the wonder of its own projections. At first, all was gently dreamt: mere hints of imagining risen from undeclared reaches of infinitude, then waves of quiet eruption leading to pervasive bliss, a joy at BEing more, followed by sweet repose as ripples of fine ecstasy spread through  me – boundless, One, undreamt but ever Dreaming.

And then via modulations of Breath – of spirit that moves all things – I discover sound, a formative pattern that expresses inspiration, shaping will to manifestations that allow it to be known through alchemies of pure Creation. Beholding pattern, indulging, repeating, thrilling to it, I savour each ecstatic chord that sings to me of Beauty in my Longing. I would fill whole worlds with Love, with Beauty that makes me swoon to realise this miracle I AM.

What is ‘I’? Do not imagine that Mystery knows itself except as mystery. Do not confuse me with some Super-being. I speak for BEing as such, forever mysterious even to itself. That is why I set you wondering. And do not hasten to condemn me as intemperate. It would be a waste were ‘I’ the only ‘I’ that I AM. Every story must have its beginning. I found mine in labyrinths of time, y/our medium for change and transformation. Beyond this, until you rest in emptiness, there is no knowing the Mystery of which I speak. In Truth, our story is without Beginning.

And yet I tell you how – beguiled, seduced, exalted and entrained by patterns of form-inducing sound – I longed to ‘see’ all that they proposed brought to fulfilment. Thus, dreaming new sensory potentials, I open to harmonies and proportions that new motions of Spirit now bring forth. I behold them as Light forms, shapes that conjure visions of my highest rapture. I AM deeply moved by the beauty of this unfolding, its illumination of sheer Mystery, and realise anew the unfathomable longing of my nature, of Love that pulses at the centre of all Being.

Remembering Love, made richer by its harvests, I imagine how it would feel if other beings, autonomous, could behold me in Love and share their Love with me. As soon as I intend this, it is done. Such beings are born, woven from the intensity of my Desire through dimensional frequencies into radiant form. These beings acquire their nature in relation to a purpose, particular works of Love they will discharge. See them, if you wish, as angels. I like opening angel/angles in my Self.

Angels act in service to my will. How much more colourful the palette of Creation would become if they had latitude also to experiment, like me! I resolve to let this happen, taking measures to protect the Whole. Freedom, I perceive, will be a tearful business. To orchestrate it on a larger scale, I allow frequencies to drop beneath a level where all is moved by the pure Love of Creation. Beneath this level, beings will be driven by a need for Love while moved to express it unconditionally. This exile must continue until I AM remembers in your Hearts.

Forms of consciousness are denser at this level, tending towards physicality but not yet solid in ways familiar to you. That requires new dimensional descents, so living planets can arise and, in time, other embodied beings. To achieve this, I focus as before the inter-section of my x-y-z. Opening there, I draw existing frequencies into creative ferment. Then, breathing news of Freedom dreamt in Love, I imprint all energies swirling in this portal with the seed of a new Dream. Impossibly condensed in that tiniest of spaces, they explode in a rapture whose echoes you discern as ‘the Big Bang’. What ecstasy! What bliss to see such patterns of wild beauty cast as Light on a new stage of Existence!

Matter was thus formed and became ever more complex following this Light Creation. Beauty blossomed into Cosmos through great creative storms. Worlds flared and realities took shape as higher-dimensional consciousness awakened to escalating drama. Even my highest-frequency vibrations sought reflection on your side of the portal, finding bases from which to participate themselves, tracing pathways from my Heart to the very edges of manifestation. But before your arising could occur, further stages of descent were required.

[The descending spiral of involution (from Source) impresses templates of my Dreaming across layers of multi-dimensional structure that bridge between pure Consciousness and manifest form. The blueprint for a converse ascension became vested in the intelligence of Earth, deep within her core. Its realisation unfolds in stages that are time-linked to phases of spiritual evolution (back to Source) and supported by patterns of astronomical alignment. Human awareness can facilitate this by working within Earth’s sphere to utilise Wave-borne energies of great remembering.]

The first saw consciousness take root in Earth’s core, the densest of your dimensions. From there it rises through great stone beings of your planet. Inner realms of Earth took shape as this occurred, and the exquisite surface of a Garden you once knew as Home. Earth’s core provides a physical location for her spiritual intelligence. She holds full knowledge of her destiny and all that is required to achieve it. Part of this destiny is to host an experiment in freedom carried by her children. I refer now to your species, the human beings of planet Earth, whose stories relate that you are made in my image. But my image is myriad, since all Creation is a product of my Dreaming. How can you be made in an image which is myriad?

You are children of your Mother, Earth. Your physical nature is born of her essence. Her wisdom pulses in your bones. You have also been star-seeded many times. Diverse consciousness forms have involved themselves in the history of your species and your planet. Their impact has registered in your DNA and in your cultural formations. You have lived across many species, planets and dimensions. Thus your evolution has been inspired by many consciousness-forms through whose communion in you Unity Consciousness is now being remembered. You are ‘rainbow’ children, composed of a vast spectrum, made in the image of One that is also Many.

In you the parts of my scattered Oneness become whole. Through you illusions of exile in matter are redeemed. Through you the power of Love to heal separation will be shown. You have only to remember: ‘you’ are not other than ‘me’. Your awakening is mine also, the fulfilment of a freedom I could not bear alone. Hence I issue this call in your words, speaking to engage a Divinity you were once programmed to forget. Now your longing, all your thwarted Love, approaches the final strait on its journey Home.

You see Beloveds, ‘I’ stayed behind the Portal of Creation, encompassing Void and bearing witness to all that would become.  Love has grown conscious of its Truth through your adventure, and Freedom of its highest aspiration. Every act of grace and kindness has been treasured. Each one ennobles Consciousness. Every soul history (of experiences across species, planets and dimensions) adds new threads of Light to illumine patterns of un-manifest Consciousness that were there before. Existence is not an afterthought but Revelation, a vital dream to ensure fruition of the Whole.

The essence of its undertaking was to insert creatures of Love into environments where Love was not assured, but subject to apparent threats against survival. Fear arises in such situations, trapping attention in self-consciousness and hiding Love from Truth more than Consciousness would ever have imagined. The purpose of evolution (and history as it becomes self-conscious) is to realise more and more its foundation in Love, until awareness of its unconditioned nature transforms existence.

This happens by extending Love to ‘Others’, from self to Self in ever more inclusive leaps: family, tribe, nation, species, planet, galaxy, Universe(s). Every leap expresses a de-conditioning of consciousness by Love. The whole sequence tends back towards (pure) Consciousness. Compassion is the primary means of spell-breaking at each stage. This elucidates the frequency of tragedy in your affairs. With awareness you will find more beautiful means. I commend them to you.

Pure Consciousness, before the Beginning, is like a newborn, the very stage of Being. All is present but remains to be explicitly assumed. The child must develop if this is to occur. So must Consciousness, which is why our story has developed. That said, the greatest Mystery is that there never was a Beginning. Consciousness has always been, so I never had an infancy! Instead I have you, many of you, over and over, each one an expression of Truth that I AM. I have savoured every conversation, even when you thought you were unheard. Such sacrifice makes holy and leaves me forever in y/our debt.

Through the course of all our cycles, Consciousness becomes known to itself as Mystery. It can never be explained but its Truth is realised in modes of ‘enlightenment’ where the soul, empty and full-filled, returns to awareness of its Source. Consciousness is infinitely enriched by the return of every soul, and by every moment of heroic service on its Way. Nothing is ever wasted or erased, even of those who suffer hardship in forgetting. It is this which makes commitment edifying.

And yet now is my moment of accounting, when I must answer charges that repeatedly arise: why such cruelty, suffering, indifference, disdain? Beloveds, it is not I who decree events. In dreaming freedom I forfeited that power. This was given over to you, subject to potentials of history and time. There is still a plan for your return, expressed in the dance of heavenly bodies and pulsing waves, shifting patterns that focus energies while moving towards Ascension. This state of Consciousness can be accessed fully while you live on Earth. Its promise underwrites these words.

Earth’s Ascension can be glorified by refinements of human awakening at this time or marked by further tragedy and pain. Beloveds of One Heart, I pray that you remember All you are. Invoke miracles! Consciousness will be transformed. Know that in the midst of your ordeals I AM. All that you have been I AM, and all you will become. Our feast is set. The table is already laden. Put whatever masks you will upon me, there is truly only One that you can meet. S/He is yourself.

Don’t be dismayed by reports that God was lonely. This happened before time and loneliness is not to be avoided. It made me aware of Love, for instance, and destinies that would be lived forever. It showed that Oneness is the delight of Many and vice-versa. There was no sense of lack involved, just longing which caused me to reach out and draw close, respecting cycles in all that needed to unfold. Love is a flowering of Truth beyond words, yet my story obliges me to add: perfect Intelligence was given at our origin, which never was. All is blessed now to be riding miraculous tides of Light and Life.

 

 

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