The Seventh Day Has Not Yet Come

The seventh day, the rest, has not yet come: we are still in the 6th day, and thus, we are still in the creation; we are, even now, being created, and we are now, with our will or with our Father's will, even now creating.

"Depart from me, you that work your own will and create evil."

There is not supernatural in the sense of being outside the world of the natural; the only thing outside of the natural is the SPIRITUAL and it creates the natural.

We are the creators, or rather, we are channels for the spirit of God who creates, or we are creators of "evil", which is nothing in the final analysis but the natural consequence of self-will, or will of MY FORM over will of MY FATHER.

MY FATHER created me. You may call her MY MOTHER, but THE I AM is neither male, nor female, neither Jew nor Gentile, because I AM is Spirit, and Spirit is CREATOR BEING THAT ANIMATES, WHO WAS AND IS AND IS TO COME.

It is the will of MY FATHER that all would be redeemed. Do not think redemption to be such an odd term; you redeem coupons all the time at the market, whether material or immaterial (advertising).

What is father? This means, the one who generates, if you think of this term not in the face of any human being (not even the human Jesus), but in the act of its very defining characteristic: a father is a father by virtue of being one who creates offspring.

We are his offspring.

But when we are not in the Way of the Father, we are out of the will of the Father, and we are not protected, and this is what it means to be a child of the "devil". Whatever horrible thing you have seen, or have dared to imagine (do not do it, it is foolish), you have seen the ending, natural consequence of a chain of events that ensue when you are not IN the Living Body, or you have foreseen in your mind the end result of the same. There are terrible things; this is not a word to be considered in the horrific sense, except that it is to your mind because it is still, through the grace of God, in a higher state than the terrible things you imagine.

A child of the devil is simply one who has chosen to pursue his own interests in lieu of the interests of his Father. This is his choice, and because the will of the Father is ALWAYS fulfilled, then this is how the Father will fulfill his will. If you are bound to your current FORM, your experience of the fulfillment of his will may be perceived as unpleasant to you.

If what you see in your world disturbs you, and you do not think it is the will of the Father that people lie, and hate, and murder, and steal, then follow that instinct: be disturbed, be stirred.

There is a much, much, higher way: it is the way of light (so that you may see where you are!), and it is the way of truth (so that you are not bound in a false world of lies).

If you do not choose it, you cannot BE; this is not punishment, it is just that TO BE is in the universe of I AM, and that WHICH IS NOT cannot BE, and so it is DESTROYED. Again, this is not punishment; punishment is a terrible insanity of your minds; to not be is just natural consequence of choosing a way that is darkened, for this ends in an abyss, a black hole. To not do the will of the Father who IS, is to choose to ___ (not live) outside of the I AM. But there is no life outside of I AM.

This is not terrifying, unless you really do seek destruction; destruction is natural, but terrifying because it is very jagged and sudden and harsh on the scale of the small, and an infestation that causes the body to decay at an unnatural rate is a rotting fruit, and it decomposes; the rotting fruit is food for the much, much smaller life forms that can make food out of the spoiled fruit. However, this eventually comes to an end, when the fruit becomes expended, and within a few generations, the small life forms must move onto another world or they will vanish.

While the fruit is part of the tree, it thrives.

But the fruit needs to descend and die, for another tree to grow that will bear more fruit.

We all die. But our lives here can be pleasant or they can be hellish, and it can get much worse, until the destruction of our very home planet, but likely more the destruction of the human species, because we know there are many extinct species; WE ARE NOT THE FINAL CREATION, for we are still in the 6th day.

Harder To Believe Than Not To

Nothing is colder than the winds of change

Where the chill numbs the dreamer till a shadow remains

Among the ruins lies your tortured soul

Was it lost there

Or did your will surrender control?

Shivering with doubts that were left unattended

So you toss away the cloak that you should have mended

Don't you know by now why the chosen are few?

It's harder to believe than not to

Harder to believe than not to

It was a confidence that got you by

When you know you believed it, but you didn't know why

No one imagines it will come to this

But it gets so hard when people don't want to listen

Shivering with doubts that you left unattended

So you toss away the cloak that you should have mended

Don't you know by now why the chosen are few?

It's harder to believe than not to

Some stay paralyzed until they succumb

Others do what they feel, but their senses are numb

Some get trampled by the pious throng

Still they limp along

Are you sturdy enough to move to the front?

Is it nods of approval or the truth that you want?

And if they call it a crutch, then you walk with pride

Your accusers have always been afraid to go outside

They shiver with doubts that were left unattended

Then they toss away the cloak that they should have mended

You know by now why the chosen are few

It's harder to believe than not to

I believe

-- Steve Taylor, 1987

A World of Creators

Can you imagine a world, where each of us sings, or writes, or paints, or builds, or composes, or otherwise adds beauty and meaning, and adds a new level of awareness of the amazing life we already have inherited?

We are all creators, each of us, but the quest for personal fame has detracted us from creating.

A system that can get us there would be a world in which no one takes credit for his work. Instead, we can all contribute anonymously, and in secret, and take joy when our works are good enough to be recognized, and take joy for the grace of the giver of gifts when we read, and listen, and see, the works of his creation. All inspiration comes from the giver of gifts, and it is more glorious, much more rewarding, to work in secret, good and glorious works.

There's a story we each are making with our lives, and if you can imagine a kinder world, a world with less suffering, a world with more love, than begin the work in yourself by creating. Don't keep it inside. If you bury your gifts and do not release their works without concern for who will benefit materially, release them to benefit yourself financially, because if it's a good work, it could still inspire someone else.

A Word of Encouragement

If you believe in science, I ask you to put it to the test, every day, in your life, and prove it out. If we can learn about the physical, material world through the scientific method, how much more could we gain from learning about the spiritual, immaterial world, through this proving out?

This is my theory, but it isn't mine, really:

Meditate on these two, every morning, and then watch every day, and if you are the type that needs reminding often, write down your observations on paper, though the place it will stay written effectively, is only on your heart:

(1) Love what is above you, and beyond you, and what is above every other person and every other system you can possibly imagine. It goes up a LONG, LONG way.

(2) Love each other equally, your self and others, equally.

Do it in that order, and you will find that the rest of the words that were spoken by the first overcomer, will make more and more sense to you. There is life beyond death only for the ones who watch and pray, and when you understand what those words really mean, you will not need a building to go to do it, or a liturgy book to know how to do it, or a teacher to tell you how to do it, except the one who lives within you when you truly seek truth.

I Am Maya

No meeting of two people like us could be what we suppose, because of who we are.

It is illusion, except what is not.

What is not illusion will live on beyond us.

There were many things wonderful, and many things terrible,

but only we decide what comes next.

I don't know what will come,

but I know have to keep my eyes open and await word.

My Behavior Trumps My Declarations

What I say in a thousand words, however poorly or well chosen, over many moons, is magnified or destroyed by what I do in a single moment.

This is a lesson staring at me in the face.

May I keep it in front of my eyelids daily! Then in a more humbled position, I can submit to a greater One, who sees way higher than me, and wills that everyone are brought into the same One, and I can be a tiny body, a microscopically small but not insignificant cell, that joins with others