I Believed

 

I don’t think it is normal for anyone to smile while dying. Aldus Huxley may have accomplished this; he took a lethal dose of LCD right before he would have died either way. I do wonder if he was soothed by hallucinations or if reality tweaked them to make them horrifying. Of course, he never returned to inform us.

Death is my favorite subject. I know how that sounds, but I do not think it would be of any interest to me if I thought it was the end of anything.

I am still seeking, but it seems to me that the human experience is something like a game. I think there is a purpose for it. It seems we are completely made up of God, rather than just by God. Life, in my opinion, is just God, suiting up as me, to purposefully contrast my experience with perfection as a way of increasing Love’s volume. God knew the challenges I would face as a self; and He chose to throw me in anyway. He kept me away from the Tree of Knowledge for a very good reason. If I knew how this started and how it will end, I would not do my part with the expansion.

Of course, I may be wrong. The Life I call my own may be just a sprint, from start to finish, with no fanfare beyond that. To me, this just seems harder to swallow. I can find a hundred physicists talking about energy fields and pure potential and superpositions. That’s really all I am trying to point to as well. Potential can never be proven finite. It always strikes me as odd when a scientist will say, “We just don’t know.” To questions about God. Why stop with not knowing? Find out as per usual.

God?

That’s what a lot of people call Him, but we know He is not a He. It’s really easier for me to think of God as an it. But The It God Is, is Love. And the Love God Is, is not the same as any other Love. Let’s face it: my little brain struggles to sort out very simple tasks sometimes; which makes it very unlikely that I will come up with the grand, unified theory of everything. But even having this limited, small computer in my head, I can easily imagine myself as a fractal packed with energy, coming directly from infinite potential. I’m just not myself if I am not plugged into God. But as soon as I am plugged in, I am also animated by that source. And to complete the current that boots me up, there is a ground, going out, equal to the current coming in. That outgoing current goes right back to the panel of God. Do you see what this implies?

This implies that God not only animates me, but He feels what I feel, gets what I get, has my experience back at the panel. Our God is a surveilling God. He 1. Provides the Life you enjoy and He 2. Enjoys it, wearing a virtual-reality headset, suspending His own knowledge of Himself, in order to experience everything you experience. He then takes off the headset, the very moment in which your Life ends; on God’s headset, it says, “Game Over”.

But nothing is ever over except the game. The real portions of your life-story are never as real as you think they are. They are only as real as you imagine them to be. The imagination is not the same as thought or thinking. The imagination is always tied to belief. In order to have belief, God has to be involved. Belief is like opening the box and observing the poor old cat. Whatever you believe upon opening, is as real as it gets. This is just the result of God’s suspension of belief in the unobserved scenarios. As a human, we believe that it works like this: “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

But as God, it is like this: “I believed it, so I saw it.”

The difference is subtle, but God has knowledge concerning the observer principle. We stop just short of having that knowledge and we will never have more than a guess.

God willfully suspends His disbelief in order to experience what you believe you experience.

See, The Garden of Eden is where there is no mystery. There are no tests. It’s just bliss all the time. In that garden, the tree of knowledge still yields its priceless fruit, but we are always just outside the garden parameters. We have no knowledge of The imagination’s creative power and how it precedes our observations; just slightly.