From The Inside

If you never decide to consider the synchrony happening in your life-story, you won’t necessarily suffer in any way. Synchronicity is a way to see that we live in a participatory universe. I highly recommend looking for proof. Why? Because it will begin to yield as soon as you begin to look.

My story is a living example for me—my overall story, that is.

If I were to tell my story in a novel, I would not be able to put it down, were it ever published. I would read back over the details, exactly the way I read back over the details in my journal. I am fascinated by my own life-story. This is not a narcissistic problem; it is a fascination with a mystery. It would not be the events that could capture my attention anew; it would be the way chaos turns to order over time, and the way that physical order always turns to chaos at about the same rate.

We are all born dying, and we are all dying to be born.

It is not just me; it is the same for every experiencer ever born. The storyboards of all lives are done on a Divine Etch A Sketch—one for each person—done and observed by One Soul.

We are born with a nearly perfect gray screen, with no view of the mechanism from without and no view of our future from within.

With each turn of the dials, The Author clears some of the smooth gray aluminum powder from the glass. The drawing begins to tell a story, and the soul within begins to see the greater world through the lines that begin to form with the clearing of the screen. From within, we see the stylus and the pulley system, and we call it free will. We don’t see the hands of The Creator at first. When we are young, we usually think that it is random. We might even say, “That’s just who I am.”

Some characters, like myself, begin to wonder if I am The One who draws or the one drawn.

I can only speak for myself as I explain how I see it now. I have, as of this writing, spent 62 years trying to better understand the mystery of the unfolding mystery I see daily.

As each day passes by, I see more clearly as my vision wanes. I now see that this mechanism I call me has always been the result of Greater Hands on the dials. My earliest experiences led me to believe I am clearing my own screen as I decide, one step at a time, how I would like to be drawn. And I began to wonder, “Where is the force behind me? Who am I, and how is it I have my being?”

Through the fine lines formed by the stylus as it clears aluminum powder on the window of perception, I see a Greater Light, and I see movement through the openings.

I now know that I have my being in The Author of my story.

“For in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain also of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring.” ~ Acts 17:28 KJV

And as the screen is cleared, I see even more.

I see what William Blake saw:
"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern." ~ William Blake

I see what Paul saw:
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” ~ I Corinthians 13:12 KJV

I see what Plato saw:
“How could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?” ~ Plato
“Any one who has common sense will remember that the bewilderments of the eyes are of two kinds, and arise from two causes, either from coming out of the light or from going into the light.” ~ Plato
"He will require to grow accustomed to the sight of the upper world... first he will see the shadows best, next the reflections of men and other objects in the water, and then the objects themselves." ~ Plato

I see what my father, Ralph Coker, saw:
“I can only show you a few things, through a small window.” ~ A dream/vision I had of my dad shortly after he passed

And I am now getting old. So much of my screen has been cleared by the telling of my story. As a result of more degrees of light coming in, the stylus and the pulley system are no longer clear to me. I see that my youthful dust has now mostly fallen to the floor, and the window is almost clear from the telling of me.

Through the lens, now more clear than ever, I see what has happened to my loved ones. They did not die as much as they had their lives turned upside down and shaken. There has only ever been One Soul, and that is The Soul of The One who draws our life-stories on the many boards He attends to.

I see His hands now.

“…and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.” ~ Daniel 5:5 KJV

I know now what Belshazzar the king saw. I see it too.

Jesus said, “The light of the body is the eye: if therefore thine eye be single, thy whole body shall be full of light.”

Being full of light is our willingness to see.