We talk a lot about it.  But I don’t think many of us really know what Love is.  I know I didn’t.

You bet, I was taught a version of it.  Littered with enough gems of truth to make it easy to want to believe in.  A lie, what my husband delights in calling “black magic”.  Black because it’s dark and dark because it hides something.

That’s the only purpose for dark…to hide something.  Something we fear to see.

I looked.

There is a poem by Kahlil Gibran “On Love”, from his book “The Prophet”.   Here is how it reads, free of any polarity/duality ideas.

“On Love

When Love beckoned to me, I followed,
Though Love’s ways were hard and steep.
And when Love’s wings enfolded me, I yielded,
Though the sword hidden among Love’s pinions wounded me.  When Love spoke to me, I believed,
Though Love’s voice shattered my dreams, as the north wind laid waste my garden.
Even as Love crowned me, so was I crucified.  Even as Love supported my growth, so did it provide a pruning.
Even as Love ascended my heights, and caressed my tenderest branches,
So Love descended to my roots and shook them from their clinging.   Like a sheave of corn I was gathered.
I was threshed to make me naked.
I was shifted free of my husks.
I was ground to whiteness.
And kneaded until I became pliant.
And then I was assigned to Love’s fire, in order to become bread for God’s feast.
All these things Love did to me, that I could come to know the secrets of my heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s Heart.
If in my fear I would have sought only Love’s peace and Love’s pleasure,
Then it would have been better for me to keep covering my nakedness and pass out of Love’s thrashing floor.
Into the season-less world where I would laugh but not all of my laughter,and weep, but not all of my tears.
Love gives nothing but of itself and takes nothing but from itself.
Love possess not nor will be possessed.  For Love is sufficient for Love.  When I Love I do not say: “God is in my heart”,
but rather “I am in the heart of God”.
I am not so foolish as to imagine I can direct Love’s course, being found willing, Love now directs my course.
Love has no other desire then to fulfill itself.
But since I love and have needs of desires, this is my desire,
To be like a running brook that sings its melody into the darkness.
I know the pain of too much tenderness.
I am wounded by my understanding of Love;
And bleed willingly and joyfully.
I wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of Loving;
I rest in the afternoon and melt in Love’s ecstasy
I spend the evening at home in gratitude
And then fall asleep calling for the beloved in my heart,  with a song of love on my lips.”

Love loves us even when we’re unlovable.

But it is only in facing how unlovable we are,

That we become Loving.

I think it’s time to share this understanding.  I really have been clueless in my lack of Self Recogition and Realization.  Really *clueless*.

I had NO idea that so many of us were not AWARE of what has become for me, a very basic fact of life.  And it hasn’t been till *now* that what I consider as fact, is even beginning to dawn on the Mass of us.

Whenever any one of us says, ” I am” we are invoking in the ‘name of God’, whatever quality follows that decree; it becomes manifest as our reality.   For as a Child of God, a Being of Freewill,  our decrees are the same as God decreeing.  It is impossible for Creator to Create anything unlike Itself.

It is the responsibility of each one of us to invoke into our reality, for the Law of our Being requires each of us use our own energy of life.  We cannot pass this responsibility to anyone else, nor can anyone else’s life energy be of any use to us, when it comes to manifesting the nature of our own realities.

Once we comprehend and assisimilate this awareness, we can see that not only is it possible, it is natural and necessary to transcend all outer activities, laws and limitations.  These were all created by Humanity, in our ignorance and are expressed in our outer activites because we have allowed our Intellect to operate without the Light of our Source illuminating it.

Conclusions drawn from partial information, rather then complete information, quite naturally produce unsatisfactory and unfulfilling results.  Garbage in, garbage out.  It’s known as the “Law of Correspondences”.  If we choose to create with only one spoke rather then a whole wheel, then we are at Liberty to do so.  It is our Right and Privilege to create that experience of limitation for ourselves.

Divine Love embodies every aspect and quality of Source/God.  And as we embark upon a Path of Self Mastery, it becomes clear that everything to be accomplished, can ONLY be accomplished through the Power of Unconditional Love, drawn from the I AM Presence within us.  When consciously expressed, we become invulnerable and invincible to negativity.

Therefore, if we would begin to love ourselves as an expression of Divinity, then nothing untoward could enter our beingness or our reality.

I Am That I Am

Namaste’

{{{Simon}}} has asked me if I would share some of my story of how I got to where I am, what I have been through to get *here*. So this is a little bit of it. Many of us are under the illusion that we have done the work required of the process. *Illusion*, I say, because most of us haven’t even started. There are issues still to be faced. Issues of co-dependency, issues that make smothers and fodders, SMOTHERS AND FODDERS.

I had a smother. I also had a fodder. Smothers usually raise little smothers and fodders raise little fodders. But in my family, my older brother became a smother, which left me the role of fodder. Smother/fodder, that was me, after both my smother and fodder had died.

My fodder died first, delegating to me the role of fodder for my smother, which in turn, meant being fodder for my older brother and sister, too, since they both lived off smother, being smothers themselves. Each one of them claimed the freedom to do whatever they pleased, feel however they pleased, believe however they pleased, and then turn to me to make everything in their lives work out the way they wanted. Just like they had done to fodder.

I was the family’s fireman, spending most of my waking moments running around putting out the fires they had started. At one time in my life, I was taking care of a baby born deaf, taking care of a smother with Alzheimer’s, and maintaining three houses, which also consisted of paying all the bills on those three houses. “Look at me, aren’t I a heroic fodder?”

I had no life of my own, and no role or meaning in it, except for being at smothers “beck and call”. But I wasn’t my smother’s fodder. I also wasn’t my siblings fodder. But like all co-dependents, once our fodder was gone, they looked to me to fill in for him. Seems like being a codependent was all the reason they needed, to demand sucking the energy of my life from me. Using the very idea that I would not jump at the chance, to prove how much I loved them, as the basis for all their demands on my time and energy. “Prove you love me, make me happy.”

Time passed, with smother’s Alzheimer’s steadily progressing. The very worst time for smom, was when she still retained enough of her functions to know that everyday she would wake up knowing less and less. It was both mentally and emotionally torturous for her. We spent many afternoons talking and that’s when she shared her own personal hell. For she expressed there wasn’t a moment that went by that she didn’t spend in regret and remorse. She was soooo sorry for what she had done over the years but could not apologize, because fodder was gone. But he had been right and her wrong. And now she knew it.

My smom could boohoo at the drop of a hat. As she often did when things did not go her way or her idea of the way things were suppose to go. That’s when she’d hit us over the head with guilt trips for “making her cry.” The very worst possible trouble we could get into with fodder, was upsetting smother. And what she admitted to me, is that what she had done all her life, was use guilt trips whenever she was unhappy, especially on fodder and especially when it came to my older brother. The sibling that had returned ‘home’ right after fodder’s death and been living like a leech off smom ever since. Forty-five years old, with two college degrees and had never earned a living in his lifetime.

This all stopped the moment that smom handed the reins of the family to me. For I lifted the burden of regret off her shoulders by promising I would take care of my brother and do what fodder would have done long ago. If she hadn’t manipulated him. I made a promise to clean up her mess. And told her not to waste one moment of her life feeling regret for me, for placing this burden on my young shoulders. I had broad shoulders, I could carry the load. I had been raised the youngest child after all, following behind two irresponsible nitwits. I had been the “garbage can” child of the family. Whatever the family’s garbage, it fell to me to deal with it.

Many thought of me as “tough” but my fodder had been the one person that *knew*. I wasn’t “tough” at all. I simply knew how to ACT “tough”, just like he had shown me. Just like is expected of all fodders in our Society.

I was made Steward of our family’s values. And I *knew* what my parents had wanted of me. I was their only hope they said, their only child that would ever have any kids of my own. They asked me to heal the family of our dysfunctions and pass along the Values they had, as parents, always striven to teach. On their respective death beds, both my smother and fodder asked me to become a mother and father, instead. “Find a way out of our box”, they instructed me. Knowing all along my penchant for finding loopholes in boxes.

I don’t get along very well now, with either smothers or fodders. For what makes us a smother or a fodder is being a co-dependent. And the very energy of codependency is what is no longer being energetically supported as a viable relationship pattern. Quite honestly, because it sucks and at its very foundation is a belief that is disrespectful towards humanity.

My smom sucked off my fodder. Exactly like the way my brother sucked off her. I realize many smothers and little smothers contend that the ‘feminine’ has been “abused” by the ‘masculine’ but this is not so. Smothers are the very ones responsible and accountable for the cultivation and nurturing of the debilitating pattern of “abuse”. Without any smothers, there would be no fodders, for one is the cause and the other, an effect.

Smom had tried her tricks with me after fodder died. They didn’t work. “I don’t want to talk about that; it makes me upset” she would say. And I would respond that we have to talk about it and to get over it, meaning her upset. My brother would also try the same tricks. Try, being the operative word. “I’ll walk out of this house and you’ll never hear from me again”, he would say. Just like he had threatened smom all her life. And I would respond by asking him if that was a promise, for it was my intent to hold him to it.

After smom was safely in a care facility where she could receive constant around the clock care, I informed my brother that if he wanted to continue to live in the ‘family home’, he was going to have to start paying the bills. He was going to have to get a “job”. He was going to have to provide the fuel for his own life, rather then expecting anyone else to pay for the costs of his choices for him. So with 2 college degrees to his credit, both bought and paid for by ‘the family making sacrifices for him’, he went out and got a job, finally, as a frozen food stocker at the grocery store.

I knew this brother of mine. I knew his excuses for avoiding responsibility. He would say ‘just tell me what to do that will please you’, then wail in self defense that he would only be doing ‘as he was told’. So I undermined his escape hatch, by simply telling him he was free to make his own decisions, of course, he was also going to be responsible and accountable FOR all those decisions and choices. Then I waited. Waited for him to leave of his own accord, because I wasn’t going to give him any ammo to use against me in the future, that I had ‘kicked him out’.

After finding another woman, a smother, that he could suck off of, he finally vacated the house. Just what I had been waiting for. I knew my smother’s lovely home had been trashed. I also knew that it was futile to try to restore it, so long as my brother was still in residence. Just as a house trashed by animals, has to have the animals removed before any real clean up work can be done.

We had to wear face masks as we first started to clean it up because of the fumes. The wall to wall carpet was soaked in urine as we carried it out of the house. We had to use snow shovels to scrape the carpet pad off the foundation, as it had started to rot and decompose. The parquet floors had been left in standing water and they had to be removed. And we had to use a small jackhammer, to break up the imported tile, since all the grout had been permeated with urine, too. Litter boxes were over full and feces were all over the place. Gaping holes had been chewed in the walls, and a houseful of antiques, gnawed beyond recognition. We took the house down to its very bones, then rebuilt it back again, from foundation to roof.

When my brother got kicked out, the woman finally catching on to what kind of cad he was, he called ‘me’, trying to weasel his way back ‘home’. I’m getting “all my ducks in a row”, he said. And that’s when I told him all his ducks were dead. He was owed nothing and better count himself lucky that I didn’t sue him for damages. That’s when Reality sunk into him, that I had truly meant what I said. That I WAS going to hold him responsible and accountable for all his choices. And his days of sucking off of family, were OVER. My foot came down right across his throat. For I wasn’t a smother and I wasn’t a fodder by that time.

I no longer believed nor supported the moral code of smothers and fodders. I found the role of parasite or the role of the fresh meat that all parasites live off of, unbecoming, which basically means, not something I was about to even try to become. Smothers had no value for their own lives, where I did.

The idea that made my smom into a smom, was the idea that the greatest value she could achieve in her life, was to lay down that life, for those she loved. It was a pitiful ideal. Of course, “pity” was what she counted on to feed her role of martyr. And while I had compassion, after all I had been through, I was fresh out of pity. I was fed up with castrating men into becoming fodders for poor pathetic smothers.

As a mother, I considered fodders unattractive and uninteresting. When it came to sharing my bed, I felt no desire for sharing it with an emotional child. I had no Oedipus complexes.

Over a period of years, every so often a smother or a fodder has tried their little game of trying to suck the energy from my life in order to feed their own. One time a young couple needed help, so we extended it. We gave them one month’s worth. At the end of that month, the young lady stood in my kitchen, yelling at me for not lying to her parents when they called. Don’t I know her parents worry about her?

“Well”, I said, “of course I do. It’s your game to make them worry. Every time their lives don’t revolve around you, you pull some stunt to make them snap to attention. Worrying about you is what you count on. If you REALLY didn’t want them to worry, then you wouldn’t choose to lock yourself in your fodder’s bathroom, and pass out in the tub, after swallowing a bunch of pills. You’d go swallow your pills some where they wouldn’t find out about it.”

“They worry about me dying!”, she shrieked.

“Of course they do and it is what you count on to manipulate them every time. But it doesn’t work with me. If you want to die then I respect your wishes. Go right ahead. I’ll do nothing to stop you. I simply ask that you do it someplace else.”

“You don’t care if I live or die?”, she asked, extremely perplexed.

“Of course I CARE but I’m not in charge. You are. And if your own life isn’t worth your own effort when it comes to surviving, then what makes you think it is worth mine? What makes my life worth less then yours? Nothing, that’s what. I love life. I cherish it. So much that I’m not about to throw mine away on someone who has none. Your life is your own. Go ahead and trash it. Throw it away. Just don’t expect me to trash mine, in any attempts to save you from yourself.”

She took off walking and I haven’t seen her since. I’ve heard about her, though. She’s a tweeker, heavily into meth, whatever that is. She’s a dealer for her fodder, who uses her dealership, as a way for her to show how much she loves him and he, her. She’s still leeching out a life from whomever buys into her pitiful story and game. Which sure as hell isn’t me.

I’ve learned the lesson of co-dependency: Don’t be one.

For those of us who haven’t yet learned this lesson, prepare for your life to start falling apart. “Aversion therapy” is what I think it’s called. For “our family home” which is our planet, has been trashed the same way as my brother trashed my smother’s lovely home. Irresponsible, emotionally self indulgent drama queens, willfully choosing self sacrifice and trashing the value of their own lives have been in charge: “smothers”.

Well…”Mother” is back in town and she in not pleased with the way her home has been treated while she has been away. She’s cleaning house. All of us who don’t know any better then to enable dependency patterns will learn – the hard way. As ability TO enable is taken away.

Every single one of us that has thought to drain other people’s lives in order to serve our own, will now find the living energy being drained out of our lives, instead.

I might be considered “rough” and “rude”, especially to some women, but I’m a cream puff compared to what is coming. Just consider me like a shot in arm. An immunization shot, for the purposes of jump starting our immune systems, so they will be ready to survive what’s coming. It isn’t a “good” time to be caught being a smother or a fodder. And the very best and most loving thing we can do for ourselves, our world and humanity in general, is to drop the whole idea of “laying down our lives for the love of another”. For there is NO Love in the ideal at all. None. Nada. Zippo. Nor any Honor or Self Respect either. There is only Need and an irrational wish not to be accountable for it.

Life. We’re in a cycle now of learning to love it or die trying.

All ‘animals’ are going to be housebroken or are not going to be allowed to enjoy our “family home” at all. It’s not fair nor respectful for family members to have to live with the filth, that those who know no value for family, create in their wake. Nor is it fair for some to have to keep cleaning up the messes of others. For it is by cleaning up our own messes, that we learn the wisdom to stop making them.

“Take up your bed and walk.” – Christ

Sincerely,

“Mother”

~grinning~

I wrote that title this afternoon, along with another, but first things first. I wrote it while I was waiting for a monthly broadcast of a “Shoud” performed by and for a group called “Shaumbra“. We each gravitate to messages meant for us, in tune with us. This one happens to be the one I enjoy.

Between the duh..duh….duhduh.duh.duh.. of the buffering, I heard most of the message.

I began to chuckle at the mention of dragons, echoing something that I had been pondering earlier. And I was literally rolling on the floor in laughter, after hearing the message that Obama was the reincarnation of Abraham Lincoln.

I mean I was rolling…Truly, Real-ly, Genuinely and Authentically.

GRIN.

I AM A Dragon. (as if you hadn’t noticed *blushing*)

And my name is Puff. It’s my last name.

I come from the Puff family. My full name is Huff N Puff.

I come to blow some houses down.

In terms of consciousness I’m going to exhale. For the purpose of throwing us off balance.

This awful feeling, teeter- tottering, see saw act, where the only “balance” we ever see, is as we run from one extreme to another. Politics. The Economy. The Stock Market. Back and Forth, Back and Forth. The only balance we ever see is in passing. It’s making me see-sick.

Left wing, right wing, a bird with only one wing always flies in circles.

That’s why I have come to knock us off balance. Putting my capacity of Breathe to use, in One very definite direction.

Now…as for Abraham Lincoln, I’m not surprised he got shot. I probably would have liked to have done it myself.

I don’t know what Treason was worse in consequence, the Executive Powers Act, which transferred the decision making authority from Congress, the People’s Voice, to the Executive Branch during times of war.

*naughty naughty*

Or the Act that wiped out the one about the President being the winner of the electoral vote, and the Vice President being the runner up. Not BOTH from the same political party. Thus insuring a majority of the People would be represented when it came to enacting CONGRESSIONAL decisions.

Both such Acts fall under the definition of Treason as defined by the US Constitution. It’s in the Supremacy Clause. Which states that The Constitution be accepted as the Supreme Law of the Land. Liberties can be extended, to be more inclusive, by Amendment, through the Legislative powers delegated to Congress. But there is not at ANYTIME, delegated the power to ANYONE, to negate ANY part of the Constitution Itself. To do so, is called Treason.

BOTH of the above Acts nullified the Beauty of the Checks and Balances System, of the document, and the very Idea of this Nation.

Now back to Lincoln…

The Civil War was never about the issue of Slavery. It was about State’s Rights, about the Representation on a Collective level, the State, reflective of the values, beliefs and cultures of the people living there. After the first battle of the War, the “North” found out it wasn’t going to be any walk in the park. To manipulate the people into support for ‘the war’ effort, an already emotionally charged issue was used. That of slavery.

Slavery was already on its way out. With the industrial revolution taking off and the invention of the cotton gin, manual labor wasn’t profitable in terms of costs and production. Just like all the horse and buggy businesses wore doomed the moment cars began running off assembly lines.

The war was also about profits from resources recently opened up in the West. There were big profits to be had, by a few individuals, and key to the scheme, was to get the People to pay for the cost of the war, itself.

Values were split according to the Mason Dixon line in terms of What was of Value and to Whom. But either side really had the heart for a REAL war, until the issue of ‘slavery’ was used, to whip the People into an emotional frenzy of waging a “righteous” WAR.

The tail waging the dog…

*bark bark*

(Wait a minute, I know I have a flea collar around here some place.)

That’s right, its the Constitution Itself. Delegating Sovereignty to each and every single one Of The People.

NOT to the State, or Federal, or Local branches of government.

So I suggest We ALL, “We The People” start picking the Constitution up and waving it like a flag signaling our government.

SOS.

Breathe…

You see, if Lincoln had never emotionally manipulated the strictly Northern excuse for a Congress into passing the Executive Powers Act itself, then Bush wouldn’t have had a leg to stand when it came to repeating the same exercise.

Isn’t Justice Divinely Humorous? The very idea that Obama, in another life made the mess and now he’s asking to clean it up, is funny. And he’s part *black* & part *white*, too. Facing issues of resources and who gets to profits from them. I bet he gets the job.

Isn’t “karma” interesting?

And then there’s the issue of Union. What’s been masquerading as one ever since the end of the war, doesn’t even come close to what the concept of a Union is fundamentally all about.

We’ve been living versions of a “union” caveman style. Caveman takes his club and hits cave woman over the head, then drags her back to his cave and says, “We’re married. From now on we act as one.” Anyone trying that act with me, personally, would most likely be flattened on the spot. Like a balloon, robbed of all its hot air. You can just ask any of my ex-boyfriends. For I am the Dragon Huff N’ Puff. I can Huff AND PUff.

The very idea of a “Union” in the first place rests on the concept of WILLINGNESS. Once WILLINGNESS is negated, no “Union” is possible. It is the fundamental Principle underlying the basis of all contradictions: conflict.

A “Union” can ONLY be created when and where there is WILLINGNESS on all parts. NO conflict of Wills or interest. All are Served or None. “One for ALL and ALL for One”. This Willingness can not be had, or manipulated, or forced in ANY way, for then it would not be FREELY given. It would be coerced. Extorted. Therefore, an Illusion, since it would have no foundation or Substance, of Reality. It would be a lie, an Appearance only. And maintaining these appearances takes energy, doesn’t it? LOTS of energy.

According to OUR Constitution, We are a government OF the People, BY the People and FOR the People. There is NO way we can divorce or separate ourselves from our government. They are accurate reflections of Us. If we don’t consider the ethics of our values, and the means of force we use in the pursuit of them, how could we expect a group of us to miraculously manifest those Virtues?

What our government has done has been in Our Name. If We, as a People, didn’t support conflict, and it wasn’t in Our Nature, then Our government would not behave that way, either.

Isn’t the ‘”karma” of Nations interesting? In pursuit of the goal of Domination, we lost it.

We went out of Our EVER LOVING MINDS.

Now it’s time to Resolve our mess. Starting where it all begins, for *shit* only runs downhill. Running around at the bottom of the hill cleaning it up isn’t cost or labor effective. There’s no Economy of motion in it. We’ve got to stop it where it starts.

In our religious beliefs.

It is by and through our religious beliefs that we define our Philosophy of Life. Our choices define what we deem of Value and the means we choose in pursuit of those Values. Freedom of Religion is a Constitutionally dictated Liberty.

L I B E R T Y

Which is the Freedom of choice while being RESPONSIBLE and ACCOUNTABLE for all the costs and consequences of those choices.

What’s been going on is called “License”, not Liberty. For there is no Accountability nor Responsibility being claimed for the costs and consequences of believing in ideas that are not only un-LOVING and exclusive, but make no sense. Thus having disastrous and destructive psychological costs and consequences. Especially in the areas of social skills and emotional coping skills. With bucket fulls of self worth and self esteem issues.

What kind of idiotic Value system is it that would choose to value a lack of it? To Value means to Love. Exactly how much Love is in ANY Conditional Value system? Only as much as the conditions allow. The basis for Self Denial are Legion.

And are at the foundation of our Economy. Where the Worth and the Value of the breathe and sweat of our lives has slowly been eroding away to nothing in terms of trade units: our currency. We work more and enjoy less. A Value system that Values a lack of it. Where is the cents in that? *Gotcha* There is none. How much less then zero can we be worth? The answer is our National Debt.

Aren’t the workings of the Quantum Field Interesting? We really do reap as we sow.

It’s time for a new idea of God. One that isn’t modeled after a caveman or a fossilized fool. As Neale Donald Walsch would say, “Because the God in whom you believe isn’t real. The God in whom you believe is made up. It is a God you created out of thin air, having nothing to do with Ultimate Reality.”

What’s important about the Idea OF God, is that it represents our chosen Ideal. And whatever Ideal we choose to strive for, we eventually become. So let’s choose a different Ideal.

One of Principle. One of Peaceful Responses. One that is not limited when it comes to Understanding, Accepting, Tolerant, Merciful, Compassionate and Forgiving. One of Genuine Substance of character, rather then one displaying all the mental and emotional problems of one lacking it in. One that is Lovable. One that is Adorable. Thereby easy to Love and Adore and Emulate. One that considers each and every single one of our lives as Precious and of great Worth, no matter how we choose to spend them.

I don’t know about you but I’ve outgrown the worship of a lessor God.

Continued from The Urantia:  (the underlines are my addition) 

“Some day a reformation in the Christian church may strike deep enough to get back to the unadulterated religious teachings of Jesus.  You may preach a religion about Jesus but, perforce, you must live the religion of Jesus.  In enthusiasm of Pentecost, Peter unintentionally inaugurated a new religion, the religion of the risen and glorified Christ.  The Apostle Paul later on transformed this new gospel into Christianity, a religion embodying his own theologic views and portraying his own personal experience with the Jesus of the Damascus road.   

The gospel of the kingdom is founded on the personal religious experience of the Jesus of Galilee; Christianity is founded almost exclusively on the personal religious experience of the Apostle Paul.  Almost the whole of the New Testament is devoted, not to the portrayal of the significant and inspiring religious life of Jesus, but to a discussion of Paul’s religious experience and to a portrayal of his personal religious convictions. 

Jesus’ life in the flesh portrays a transcendent religious growth from the early ideas of primitive awe and human reverence up through years of personal spiritual communion until he arrived at that advanced and exalted status of the consciousness of his oneness with the Universe.  In one short life, he traversed the experience of religious spiritual progression.  Jesus progressed from a purely human consciousness to the sublime heights of realization of his divine nature.  He progressed from humble human to the consciousness of achieved divinity.  And this progressing ascent from the human to the divine was an exclusively mortal achievement.  And when he had thus attained divinity, he was still the same human Jesus, the Son of Man as well as the Son of God. 

The greatest mistake was made in that, while the human Jesus was recognized as having a religion, the divine Jesus (Christ) almost overnight became a religion.  Paul’s Christianity made sure of the adoration of the divine Christ, but it almost wholly lost sight of the struggling and valiant human Jesus from Galilee, who, by the valor of his personal religious faith and heroism of his indwelling Spiritual Presence, ascended from the lowly levels of humanity to becoming one with divinity, thus revealing the way all mortals ascend from humanity to divinity.   

Jesus blessed the poor because they were usually sincere and pious; he condemned the rich because they were usually wanton and irreligious.  He would equally condemn the irreligious pauper and commend the consecrated and worshipful man of wealth. 

Jesus led men to feel at home in the world; he delivered them from slavery of taboo and taught that the world was not fundamentally evil.  He did not long to escape from his earthly life; he mastered a technique while in the flesh.  He attainted an idealistic religious life in the very midst of a realistic world.    Jesus did not share Paul’s pessimistic view of humankind.   The Master looked upon men as sons of God and foresaw a magnificent and eternal future.   He was not a moral skeptic; he viewed man positively, not negatively.  He saw most men as weak rather then wicked, more distraught then depraved.  But no matter what their status, they were all God’s children and his brethren. 

He taught men to place a high value upon themselves in time and in eternity. 

He offered no rules for social advancement; his was a religious mission, and religion is an exclusively individual experience.   

Personal, spiritual religious experience is an efficient solvent for most mortal difficulties; it is an effective sorter, evaluator, and adjuster of all problems.  Religion does not remove or destroy human troubles, but it does dissolve, absorb, illuminate, and transcend them.  True religion unifies the personality enabling effective adjustment to all requirements.   Religious faith – the positive leading of the indwelling divine Presence – unfailingly enables the God–knowing man to bridge the gulf existing between intellectual logic and positive affirmations of the soul. 

There are just three elements in universal reality: fact, idea, and relation.  The religious consciousness identifies these realities as science, philosophy, and truth.  Philosophy would be inclined to view these activities as reason, wisdom, and faith – physical reality, intellectual reality, and spiritual reality.  We are in the habit of designating these realities as thing, meaning, and value. 

The progressive comprehension of reality is the equivalent of approaching God.  The finding of God, the consciousness of identity with reality; is the equivalent of the experience of self-completion. —- self-entirety, self-totality.  The experiencing of total reality is the full realization of God, the finality of the God-knowing experience. 

The full summation of human life is the knowledge that man is educated by fact, ennobled by wisdom, and saved – justified – by religious faith.  

Physical certainty consists in the logic of science; moral certainty, in the wisdom of philosophy; spiritual certainty, in the truth of genuine religious experience.  

The mind of man can attain high levels of spiritual insight and corresponding spheres of divinity of values because it is not wholly material.  There is a Spirit nucleus in the mind of man – the Divine Presence.  There are three separate evidences of the Spirit indwelling the human mind.  

1. Humanitarian fellowship – love.  The purely animal mind may be gregarious for self-protection, but only the spirit-indwelt intellect is unselfishly altruistic and unconditionally loving.
     
2. Interpretation of the universe – wisdom.  Only the spirit-indwelt mind can comprehend that the universe is friendly to the individual.
3.  Spiritual evaluation of life – worship.   Only the spirit-indwelt man can realize the divine Presence and seek to attain a fuller experience in and with this foretaste of divinity.

 The human mind does not create real values; human experience does not yield universe insight.  Concerning insight, the recognition of moral values and the discernment of spiritual meanings, all that the human mind can do is to discover, recognize, interpret, and choose.  

Unless a divine lover lived in man, he could not unselfishly and spiritually love.  Unless an interpreter lived in the mind of man, man could not truly realize the unity of the universe.  Unless an evaluator lived in man, he could not possibly appraise moral values and recognize spiritual meanings.  And this lover hails from the very source of infinite love; this interpreter is a part of Universe Unity; this evaluator is the child of the Center and Source of all absolute values of divine and eternal reality. 

True religious worship is not a futile monologue of self-deception.  Worship is a personal communion with that which is divinely real, with that which is the very source of reality.  Man aspires by worship to be better and thereby eventually attains the best.  

The projections of the human intellect may indeed originate false gods – gods in man’s image – but the true God-consciousness does not have such an origin.  The God-consciousness is resident in the indwelling Spirit. 

Some men’s lives are too great and noble to descend to the low level of being merely successful.  The animal must adapt itself to the environment, but the religious man transcends his environment and in his way escapes the limitations of the present material world through this insight of divine love.  This concept of love generates in the soul of man that is super-animal effort to find truth, beauty, and goodness; and when he does find them, he is glorified in their embrace; he is consumed with the desire to live them. 

Be not discouraged; human evolution is still in progress; revelation will not fail. 

The great challenge to modern man is to achieve better communications with the divine Presence that dwells within him.  Man’s greatest adventure in the flesh is the well balanced and sane effort to advance the borders of self consciousness out through the dim realms of embryonic soul-consciousness in a wholehearted effort to reach the borderland of spirit-consciousness – contact with the divine Presence.  Such an experience constitutes God-consciousness, an experience mightily confirmative of the pre-existent truth of the religious experience of knowing God.  Such spirit-consciousness is the equivalent of the knowledge of the actuality of sonship with God.  Otherwise, the assurance of sonship is the experience of faith. 

God-consciousness is equivalent to the integration of the self with the Universe, and on its highest levels of spiritual reality.” 

This journey of man getting to know God and God getting to know man, takes place in 12 stages.  Just as any seed requires different radiations of the sun to come to full expression, spring, summer, and fall, so does Man.  Each of these 12 (radiations/gates) cover approximately 2400-2500 years; the sum total of which equals a full progression of the ages, coming full circle, every 25,000 to 26,000 years.  It’s one of these events that keeps being discussed concerning the year 2012.  It is a time of Completion.

What follows are the 12 steps, the 12 gates we pass through in dancing the dream awake.  

Over the past couple of weeks I was drawn to one of my books.  As happens all the time, I’ve read it and re-read it, over and over.  Like the information was some sort of pinball that had to rattle around inside my mind for a while before I knew what to make of it.
 

Make of it…what am I going to give physical birth to this time?  Talk about Creative.  Somebody ‘upstairs’ must have me confused with a rabbit.  

I don’t even ask what’s about to come out of me at this point.  I’ve learned better.  Asking only increases any anxieties I may have or feel.  So I don’t ask.  I make like a leaf floating down the river, trusting the current will take me wherever I need to go.
 

I begin by quoting from the Urantia:

“Christainity has indeed done a great service for this world but what is now most needed is Jesus.  The world needs to see Jesus living again on earth in the experience of spirit-born mortals who effectively reveal the Master to all men.  Christianity must go forward from where we find ourselves.  Modern culture must become spiritually baptized with a new revelation of Jesus’ life and illuminated with a new understanding of his gospel.  And when Jesus becomes thus lifted up, he will draw all men to himself.  Religion is only an exalted humanism until it is made divine by the discovery of the reality of Spirit in personal experience.  

‘The Kingdom of God is within you’ was probably the greatest pronouncement Jesus ever made, next to the declaration that his Father is a living and loving Spirit.

It is not the first mile of compulsion, duty, or convention that will transform man and his world, but rather the second mile of free service and liberty loving devotion that betokens the Jesusonian reaching forth to grasp his brother in love.  Christianity even now goes the first mile, but mankind languishes and stumbles along in moral darkness because there are so few genuine second milers – so few professed followers of Jesus who really live and love as he taught his disciples to live and love and serve.

The call to the adventure of building a new and transformed human society by means of the spiritual rebirth of Jesus’ brotherhood of the kingdom should thrill all who believe in him as men have not been stirred since the days when they walked about on earth as his companions in the flesh.

No social system or political regime which denies the reality of Spirit can contribute in any constructive and lasting manner to the advancement of human civilization.  But Christianity, as it is subdivided and secularized today, presents the greatest single obstacle to its further advancement.

Ecclesiasticism is at once and forever incompatible with that living faith, growing Spirit, and firsthand experience of Jesus in the brotherhood of man, in the spiritual association of the kingdom of heaven. The praiseworthy desire to preserve traditions of past achievement often leads to the defense of outgrown systems of worship. The well meant desire to foster ancient thought systems effectively prevents the sponsoring of new and adequate means and methods designed to satisfy the spiritual longings of the expanding and advancing minds of modern men.  Likewise, the Christian churches of the twentieth century stand as great, but wholly unconscious, obstacles to the immediate advancement of the real gospel. – the teachings of Jesus of Nazareth.

Many earnest persons who would gladly yield loyalty to the Christ of the gospel find it very difficult enthusiastically to support a church which exhibits so little of the Spirit of his life and teachings, and which they have erroneously taught he founded.  Jesus did not found the so-called Christian church.

Christianity is seriously confronted with the doom embodied in one of its own slogans: ‘A house divided against itself cannot stand.’   The living Jesus is the only hope of a possible Unification of Christianity.  The true church – the Jesus brotherhood – is invisible, spiritual, and is characterized by Unity, not necessarily uniformity.  Uniformity is the earmark of the physical world of mechanistic nature.  Spiritual Unity is the fruit of faith union.  The visible church should refuse longer to handicap the progress of the invisible and spiritual brotherhood of the kingdom of God.  This brotherhood is destined to become a living organism in contrast to an institutionalized social organization. 

There is no excuse for the involvement of the church in commerce and politics; such unholy alliances are a flagrant betrayal of the Master.  And the genuine lovers of truth will be slow to forget that this power institutionalized church has often dared to smother newborn faith and persecute truth bearers who chanced to appear in unorthodox raiment.

It is all too true that such a church would not have survived unless there had been men in the world who preferred such a style of worship.  Many spiritually indolent souls crave an ancient and authoritative religion of ritual and sacred traditions.  But in the brotherhood of Jesus, there is no place for sectarian rivalry, group bitterness, nor assertions of moral superiority and spiritual infallibility.

Most throughout the world do not understand that there is a religion of Jesus separate, and somewhat apart, from Christianity, which has more and more become a religion about Jesus.

If Christianity could only grasp more of Jesus’ teachings, it could do so much more in helping modern man to solve his new and increasingly complex problems.

Christianity suffers under a great handicap because it has become identified in the minds of all the world as part of the social system, the industrial life, and the moral standards of Western civilization; and thus has Christianity unwittingly seemed to sponsor a society which staggers under the guilt of tolerating science without idealism, politics without principles, wealth without work, pleasure without restraint, knowledge without character, power without conscience, and industry without morality. 

The hope of modern Christianity is that it should cease to sponsor the social systems and industrial policies of Western civilization while it humbly bows itself before the cross it so valiantly extols, there to learn anew. From Jesus of Nazareth the greatest truths mortal man can ever hear – the living gospel of the fatherhood of God and the brotherhood of man.”

One day I was playing a game.  I asked myself, “If I was God, how would I expand my Kingdom?”  As I sat in contemplation an idea came to me and on its heels a story.

This is that story. 

It’s about Value and it’s about Meaning. 

Those of us born with sight have a certain value for it.  Most often we don’t even think about it.  We take it for granted.  Like having two arms and two legs.  We Value being able to see but it’s subliminal most of the time. 

But a man born blind has a different value for sight.  It’s not something taken for granted.  The value he gives it is expanded, it is greater then what a sighted person would give it on a day-to-day basis. He feels its lack but cannot really miss it, for he never had it. His Value for it is made greater through it’s lack. 

Now imagine a man born with sight that loses it.  This man KNOWS what he’s missing.  The Value to Him becomes even greater for the fact that he had it. 

Taking it a step further, let’s say this man was miraculously healed and could see again. How much greater is his Value of it, since he spent so much time missing it?   

How much greater his appreciation for it?  His feelings of Gratitude?  How much does he Value it now? 

To “value” means to Love.  Expanding the Kingdom is adding greater meaning to it. 

Instead of cursing ourselves for being blind..

Imagine the day when we will all see!

It was over two years ago now that I think about it.  “What the Bleep” was being presented on campus at my son’s university.   He had already seen the movie and, was going in hopes of meeting others on campus interested in the same thing.  

I had special ordered a copy of the movie as soon as it came out.  Well was my son familiar with the subject.  I’d raised him from a child with an understanding of it.  Members of the film crew were there, on campus, for the special presentation.  Little did they know when they met my son, that he possessed a more in depth understanding of the subject then they did. 

That Christmas I was presented with an autographed copy of the book “What the Bleep” that had recently been published.   My son had purchased it for me when he went to see the movie.  That holiday season I would read a chapter out loud every night, as my husband enjoyed listening to me read. The book went more in depth into each subject, which both of us enjoyed.  Later, this increased depth would be made into another edition of the movie, called “Down the Rabbit Hole”, which I also ordered for myself in advance. 

I had a mixed response to the understanding shared. I was elated that something about the subject was finally coming out in the media.  Finally.  It was about blankety blank blank time from my perspective.  So I was happy.  What I had been waiting for, for so long, was happening.  Consciousness was now in movement. 

On the flip side, I was irritated because what was shared was so shallow in understanding.   Yes, I said shallow but I mean no disrespect.  I’m encouraged that more of us are becoming interested in swimming these waters.  I just don’t usually play around in the shallow end.  I don’t like all the waves and the splashing.  I prefer swimming the deeper waters.    

I knew rampant confusion was going to ensue, as our false egos took off trying to use the information to further enable our emotional insecurities.  That was the direction both the movie and the book presented.  A lot of mental and analytical interpretation, studied in a scientific way. 

I don’t mean to imply anything ‘wrong’ with this approach, except for the fact that I already know no understanding could ever come from it.  Been there, done that already.  I didn’t start out with a mystical bent.  I started out as an engineer, studying magnetic fields.   I can recognize dead ends because I found the same ones myself.  Already. What seems like long ago. 

I knew of J.Z. Knight since the days when she wore a pyramid shaped hat on her head made of aluminum foil.  I had read her ‘channels’ of Ramtha in 1988.  I enjoyed J.Z.  I appreciated her allowing her eccentricity to show.  It was something I was afraid of doing, so she had my admiration, too.  She was out in the world expressing her Self while I was sitting behind the scenes, carving my sculptures, imagining how clever I was to come up with a means of expression where “I” wouldn’t be required to show myself.  Where ‘others’ would look at my work and, not me.

“Make Known the Unknown.”   

There is an underlying foundation in the thinking patterns of the “What the Bleep” movie and book, the “Down the Rabbit Hole” movie, too, as well as another movie, “The Secret”.  It’s also in the perspective of J.Z. Knight and many wonderful other people like her, that is invalid when it comes to the understanding of Spirit or God or the Quantum Field.  When it comes to understanding fields of Consciousness. 

And that is, we cannot in any way perceive to separate ourselves from it and, at the same time come to any kind of in depth understanding of Unity.   You can’t get there from here, basically. 

We can’t start from polarity and reason our way up to unity.  We can only start from unity and reason our way down, invalidating all our contradictory ideas as we go.   

We can’t come to know it, from a scientific approach of repetitive results, either.  It doesn’t work that way.  Consciousness is not solid, it is fluid and every changing, molding itself into any form we imagine.  We can only come to know it, from the perspective of adventuring into it.  An adventurer, a pioneer, isn’t looking for what’s repetitive.  That would nullify the very nature of the adventuring. 

We can’t ‘boldly go where no man has gone before’ down a paved road. 

My understanding has come as a result of saving my own life.  Polarity and duality was killing me.  I had been born with both hemispheres of my brain equally active and dominant.   I wasn’t only a type A, I was a type B, as well.  Not “or” but “and”. 

Duality patterns set me at war with myself.  That meant I was in a lose/lose situation no matter what side of myself I chose. 

There weren’t enough of us born this way, the Research Institute told my parents, to know what to do with us or to help us.  Most of us didn’t live very long, waging a constant battle within ourselves.  I was going to have to come up with my own solution, if any of my internal conflicts were going to be resolved.  With that as my goal, I set off upon my path, I leaped down the rabbit hole,filled with a determination, that would require both half’s of my brain, learning how to exist in unison and cooperation.   I was going to have to fuse the polarities. 

I developed a nose like a bloodhound for sniffing out contradictions and concepts of separation.  As soon as I found one, I threw it out of my reality.  I didn’t sweep my dust under the carpet.  I hunted for it and got it out of my house. 

I noticed ‘others’ calling themselves ‘channels’.  Many I counted as friends.  As much as I would have liked being a ‘channel’ just like them, I knew it wasn’t for me.  They all went into some sort of altered state, and then another ‘being’ would start expressing themselves through them.  Their conscious level was always separated from the experience of accessing the other levels and, I didn’t have the same respite.  I couldn’t ever turn the awareness off. 

I had always experienced it directly connected to my central nervous system.   When everything feels like you, it’s hard to separate yourself from the experience.  A conscious channel, that’s it, that’s me.  With the way I was born, everything has to be integrated.  There can be no conflicts or separations between conscious, subconscious and super conscious, between Spirit, Mind and Body.  Otherwise, I feel sick, I’d feel ill at ease.  It is a very debilitating experience, with feelings of worthlessness following closely on its heels. 

I’m writing now to speak up. 

“Sue Ann!  Make known the unknown!” it says in the signed copy of the book I have, written there by Betsy Chasse.  I chuckle, for little did Betsy realize on a conscious level who would receive that message.  I bet she wrote the same one in all the books she signed. 

So OK.  “Make known the unknown.” …  

Most of what I’ve seen and read so far has been written and expressed by those of us who don’t consciously understand very much of what they’re talking about.  There, I said it.  I made known the unknown.  Now I only hope I haven’t made a bunch of people unhappy with me and how my sentiment may cast certain lights upon them. 

That’s the way Illumination always is, it always brings out all our shadows.  I’ve simply decided to count on our hearts being true.  Our desires to know and understand, being genuine.  

The importance of asking great questions is stressed, given an example in the question, “is the number 5 married?”

Yes, the number five is married.  It is married to the shape tetrahedron.  That wasn’t exactly a great question. 

Now the question Betsy asks herself on page 8 of the book is a great question.  She writes, “I want to know if I’m truly capable of feeling unconditional love.  This is not just an abstract for me.  Unconditional Love is on my agenda – it’s how I want to be, at least for my husband and my daughter – but if I’m honest with myself, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt it.”

Now THAT’S a great question. 

And the answer is, YES, we are ALL capable and, NO, most of us have never felt it. 

Most of us don’t even have a clue to understanding it.  I know I didn’t when I first started out.  Unconditional Love is Unconditional.  It CAN’T be related to ANY conditions or it isn’t Unconditional.  Like if I feel unconditional love, it isn’t going to be reserved for just a few, on the condition that a person means anything to me.  There’s going to be nothing exclusive to it or about it at all. 

“Make known the unknown.” 

Another thing is the use of an example of us wanting something.  Like a guy wanting to have a new car.   So the guidance is offered for him to use his imagination to imagine being IN that new car, feeling all the experiences of having it and driving it. 

Well…, that’s good advise as far as it goes.  “Having” is bound to produce different results then “wanting”.  But nothing has been mentioned or said or addressed, about the guy’s emotional issues of worth and esteem that he yearns for the new car to make up for: a material placebo for worth he doesn’t feel.  He can imagine all he desires and so long as he is desiring it, from a perspective of self depletion, self depreciation and, self doubt about his worth, all his creations are going to be mirrors of these lacks.  

Maybe if this had been addressed, there wouldn’t have been and wouldn’t be right now, all the confusion and conflict surrounding the concept of the Law of Attraction or the Law of Circles?    It’s simple. “What goes around comes around.”  However we qualify the electronic substance of life, is how it comes back to us.  “Cast your loaves upon the waters and you’ll get one hundred loaves back.”

Now what other great questions would any one of us like answered? 

I am at your service. 

Only upon learning how to unconditionally love my own Humanity, have I become qualified to call myself a Humanitarian.   

That standard is what has been set in place by those of us who know how to do it, as the foundation of our ‘new paradigm’. 

It’s the engineer in me that calls, “ALL Aboard!”

Redemption

It took 650 hours to create.   

How did I do it? 

Very carefully. 

A slab of crystal isn’t very forgiving when it comes to mistakes. 

The detailed carving has to be done under water.  The slab would shatter and explode in my face if it wasn’t.  I stood at my kitchen sink wearing flipflops with the piece balanced on the edges of the sink as water dripped from the faucet. 

The thing about pouring water on crystal, is that it made everything invisible when I did it.  So all the carving was done by touch.  That meant I couldn’t wear any gloves.  As I carved, splinters and shards of crystal flew off, embedding themselves in my hands and arms.   

From start to finish all I can describe about it is to say that my attention was held.  Psychologists would most likely label it ‘compulsive obsessive’.  What it was, was a state of total surrender.  My concentration was ‘held’ in stillness,  a mantra playing over and over inside my heart and mind. 

From the point of Love
Within the heart of God
Let Love descend
To fill the hearts of Man. 

Through 650 hours of meticulous tedium.  Something I happen to excel at. 

When I do something, I give it all my heart.  I pour all of myself into it.  And have to be reminded most of the time to remember ‘me’.  Remember Love is like yeast.  I can’t give all I have.  I have to hold some back for me in order to grow a new batch.  

Inspiration for the piece came from Plato’s Allegory of the Cave.  In the allegory prisoners are chained to look always on the wall of a cave.  Behind them, burn great fires.  Between the fires and the prisoners there are others, who walk back and forth across the cave, carrying different things.  As they do, shadows are cast on the walls of the cave, for the prisoners to see. To the prisoners, the shadows on the wall are their reality.  Awards are given to those prisoners best able to predict certain happenings based on associating the different patterns of shadows on the wall. 

One day one of the prisoners gets free.  He sees the fires and those moving in front of them.  He sees the shadows on the wall as they are…just shadows.  He also sees the entrance to the cave and walks out of it. 

There, for the very first time in his life, he sees the sun.   He’s sees real Light. It blinds him at first.  Makes his eyes tear up, for before, all he had known was of shadows and darkness. 

Then he remembers his companions, still chained in darkness and shadows.   And decides he must go back.  To carry the truth back to them so that they, too, can be free and see the Light. But when he goes back, it takes a while for his eyes to adjust to the darkness after seeing the Light.  His fellows and companions think him mad and blinded by what he did.  He couldn’t even see anything.  Why would any of them want that?   So they don’t believe him and fight to remain in their chains.

…the allegory of the cave… 

A story about realities based on shadows.  A story of realities based on illusions of things and, not real. 

Do you see my cave? 

Do you see on the horizon the solar eclipse? The sun and moon inseparable? 

In esoteric symbolism the Sun represents Being and the Moon represents Becoming. And I carved no distance, no separation, between them. 

Do you see what Lights up my cave? 

Do you see the Cross? 

The Cross symbolizes Always. 

The horizontal line represents duality, from one polarity to the other, embracing both and all in between.  The vertical line represents all spheres and dimensions.  All aboves and all bellows. 

Always Embraces All Ways. 

This piece is an expression of the Light of redemption I found. 

Within the cave of my own heart.

I made it one Christmas.  As a Gift, A Present. 

I could share with others.

{{sibbia}}…”Seeing is believing, Believing is achieving” brought me a great gift.  She highlighted for me one of our greatest illusions.  Please Be Patient and Understanding with me if I forgot this one, for the number of our illusions is Legion.  I don’t keep all of them on a list I consult at the top of my head.  They’re not even IN my head anymore. 

One of the greatest jokes on ourselves of all times is the idea of ‘becoming’. 

In as much as this idea has been the cause of much misery and suffering, I’m still going to treat it as a joke.  Something to make Light of.  And before anyone of us gets the idea I’m laughing AT us, let me be clear, I’m laughing in appreciation OF us. 

“Becoming”…what an illusion. 

Ranks right up there with the ‘earth is a school room’ bit, where we’re all here to ‘learn’ something.  Uh huh.  It’s ideas such as these that have been used as the foundation of glorifying some personalities over others.  New soul, old soul, indigo child, violet child, crystal child…all comparisons.  All based on contrast and compare, with the purpose to give some of us a lift, by seeing ourselves as superior, or above, or more advanced then, or more authoritative then. 

Such ideas certainly don’t stand up to the ole’ equity test.  But a Whole Lot of us sure have been led around by the nose in believing in these ideas.  In believing any of these ideas have a spiritual foundation to them at all. 

We are of ONE Soul. We are of ONE Spirit. 

The rest is our personality’s desire at self importance, just using supposedly ‘spiritual’ standards this time, instead of the usual physical ones.  The result is still the same: separation. 

“Becoming” a Divine Being. 

As if we’re not, already. That’s the illusion. 

The only thing Deity needs to learn is that it is Deity.   And it’s not even a learning function.  It’s remembrance and recognition.

When my cat had kittens, the kittens didn’t need to learn a whole heck of a lot in order to be cats.  Just as any human child doesn’t have to learn much in order to be human.  We’re simply born that way, just as a cat is born a cat.

And a Child of God is a child of God.  Divine from the very inception of our Being.  Divine, as we were CREATED to be and not dependent upon whatever we have happened to make of ourselves. 

Every moment in our Life, we are Divine Beings. 

Always HAVE BEEN, too. 

And Always WILL BE. 

It’s Self Recognition that makes the difference. One teeny, tiny, little thing, which if realized, opens the cornucopias within us.

Do we recognize we have a WILL?

What do we imagine it is an expression OF? 

Creature or Being? 

How do we see ourselves in relation to ‘God’?

Child or pet?