Are you really the immutable passenger, viewing yourself through the eyes of your Human hosts; seeing the entirety of the world and all existent being with our eyes? Every bit of minutiae and the overarching grandeur flowing from the midst of your being. How can the lips of the Human ever praise you in a precise and meaningful way.
Are You both the feet and the mud pressing through the toes? Are you the Human and the quiet beast of burden? Are you the sweat of the brow? Are You the sprigs of rice that arise from their watery beds through the intention of the Human; and mysteriously, are You the soul of man as he contemplates his world? Are all things divided within the unity of Yourself?
If you are within me; if you are essentially me in form, is not the the One who requests and the One who grants united as One? Are we not two sides of the same coin?
Surely, You, as you surround me, as you caress me with the breath of the Wind and the warmth of the Sun; You have willed me to become, so that I am; and so that I can experience Your love as you can also experience mine.
You are so much more. You are so beyond. Yet you are humble and kind… How can two such things, an unmitigated power and utter passivity, exist in any being as magnificent as You. And in my weakness, I wonder Father, how you could ever love me? In what way are we united as One?
Last night, I was concerned for You, Father. I was wondering about how You, sojourning among the All; perceiving the state of your created order, and Your feeling about it? Are You, Beloved Lord, dreaming, or in the midst of a nightmare. I awakened, worried about the state of Your Being. I awakened wanting to console you and encourage you. Don’t give up on the Human .
“I am at my highest vibrational state when I am descending from greatness to weakness on behalf of the Others that I love. So are you. I Am authentic in whom I Am; and when you unite with Me, my beloved child, you also become a being with the veritable likeness of Me within you. You become fully authentic, as I Am, when you are conscribed by me.”
“If there were no Other, apart from Me, I could not love, I could not give of Myself.”
“The world, and the entirety of the struggle of becoming, is of the greatest importance to me; as I draw those whom I love to Myself. As through your becoming, I become as well.”
You, Father | Mother are so beyond the image that was handed down to me. You are so beyond the religion of priest and acolytes reading dusty filaments of forgotten creeds. Religions that paint you as a Human rather than the transcendent All. Those religions who paint you repugnantly while declaring the fierceness of your power; declaring the need to bend the knee to you. Surely, no religion of man can possibly contain You, yet You allow the Human to create their own god’s. Surely, many, will face the fearsome gods of their imaginings.
Father, Mother, I will be with You.
Yet You Father | Mother, contain us, the Human and You nurture and caress us as we pass through the world; yet only the few ever feel You within themselves.
“You, my beloved Ones, are beyond everything and the All. Every part of my being yearns for you. This is love! I hold no grudges, I am not possessed by hate or spite, and everything that I allow you to bring forth is done out of a neutral, clear and yet, abiding love for you. It is All so much greater than you can comprehend.”
Yet how can you love me so passionately? I don’t deserve it; yet you do, and I know with certitude that you do. And you love all of the Human as you love me! Why are you so in love with us?
All over the earth, the Human calls out to you but only the few unlock your presence within them; they are able to tread the earth in peace, with a grandeur and light, that only you can imbue.
“How can not every moment that you tread upon the Earth, not work upon your soul, and render silence and awe at all you behold and experience? Just sixty seconds of your existence as the Human is overflowing with an abundance, light and love; All of it surrounding you and blessing you. All of it is Me, reaching out to you”
How is man so blind in the midst of a vision of unapparelled beauty and light?
“I am hearing you, my son; and I may yet repent of my plans for the sake of the Human, that is endeavoring to become One with me. I may as yet instigate a miraculous prison break from the abusers that would burn you with fire and chain your existence to the depredations of demons. I may yet bring forth the apotheosis of the Human in spite of your flaws and because of my love of you. The die has been cast, and it still spins…yet you are still the jewels of my brow.”
The following is from the text of a beautiful and ethereal book, written by Yves Cadoux; “A Book to Free Your Soul.”
” ‘Aren’t all things dreamed and imagined born inside?’ John retorted, all fired up. ‘Would peering in the darkness be an awakening or the tumbling into another dream just as unpleasant? How can we make the unconscious consciousness when consciousness itself is subjective? How do you know darkness would not beget darkness or worse yet, deceptive enlightenment? It is deceitful to say that there is no way to the angel of light without first encountering the shadow. I did not have to plunge into a sea of repressed instincts and drives to be lifted to the rising sun. I have peered into the numinous center. I have not encountered an archetypical projection; I have communed with the quintessential manifestation of the ‘dioscuric other,’ (twin), fully alien and yet completely myself, not just an image but a living, ethereal being. There is nothing more to achieve, only something awaiting. I am not the artisan of my individuation but the instrument of a transcendent individuality. An angel showed me the multitudinous windows of existence which are the dreams of a god. The god dreams and re-dreams souls so that the best versions, or the most mature and accomplished of them can dream the god to whom they belong. Everything is only the dream of a dream; the entirety is but the reflection of a reflection. Reality and ethereality are the two mirrors facing each other, and nothing is created outside of perception. The waste that should be discarded to oblivion is sifted through the warp and weft of destinies, which is recombined in all necessary possibilities to weave the perfect fabric that will last an eternity…”
This text has a lot of meaning for me because it is a confirmation of the ethereal twin that I encountered in the Akashic realm. A confirmation of my experience which helps me to understand that I am not mad.
“Madness, provided it comes as the gift of heaven, is the channel by which we receive the greatest blessings . . . the men of old who gave things their names saw no disgrace or reproach in madness; otherwise they would not have connected it with it the name of the noblest of arts, the art of discerning the future, and called it the manic art . . . So, according to the evidence provided by our ancestors, madness is a nobler thing than sober sense . . . madness comes from God, whereas sober sense is merely human.” Plato, Phaedrus