So I was quite startled this morning when I started to chant a mantra. This is something I have never done. What was more disconcerting was the form of the mantra that my lips were speaking. It was “I Am.” Monkey boy said to me, as my lips repeated the mantra, you cannot have “I am” as your mantra, that has been assigned to god alone.
Who assigned the descriptor “I am” to god, did he really say in a flaming fire that “I am that I am?” Unto a Midianite sympathizer no less? Of course, God is the ever existent and ever existing One, out of which we flow as a current of light and sound into a world we perceive as reality. But what about our essential self, what of our subtle nature; I Am!
What has been uncovered in me, is that I am not the body, and I am not the intellect that forms the ideas of what I am; no it is so simple really, in my real self, in that fractal portion of the One, I am.
“He is a man, who is to be a man, the fruit is always present in the seed,” Tertullian
Is not the seed of Godhood placed within the earthly clay of the Human, awaiting the rays of the God’s Sun, to raise the “I am” from out of the ground? Is not my subtle potential, “I am,” awaiting the warmth and light of the One?
“He had said, ‘I am a man,’ and that meant certain things to Juana. It meant that he was half insane and half god. It meant that Kino would drive his strength against a mountain and plunge his strength against the sea. Juana, in her woman’s soul, knew that the mountain would stand while the man broke himself; that the sea would surge while the man drowned in it. And yet it was this thing that made him a man, half insane and half god, and Juana had need of a man; she could not live without a man.” John Steinbeck, The Pearl.
Man is noble and good, in the image of the Good, in the image of the One. “I am.” Yet, the Human falls at the hands of his|her own intellect; we fall because we are lost and do not understand who we truly are…”I am.”
“I am.”
It is what we are meant to understand about ourselves. It is the final destination of Eastern Philosophy. It should be the final resting place of all religion. It is who we are even as we exist blind and lost within the world.
“I am.” And that is All and enough.
Seeds sent forth from shattered fullness, Summer's light and warmth, now spent and empty, sent to the cold eternal earth. Winter's cold and darkness, soon shall cover all, until the light and warmth of Spring, raises life from the ground. Spirits held by earthly bonds, searching for brightness from far beyond, seeds feeling the warmth of light's fullness, compelling them from the blackness. Flowers soon will dance and sing, praises to their eternal Sun King, that stirs them forth from the earth; Nature promises us rebirth. Nine months we sojourn here, Spirits held within wombs of clay, waiting for the approach of Light, that springs us forth as Children. Until we strain against our bonds, We're cursed to lay beneath the ground, Seed that bears no fruit or flower, but remains held fast and useless. Oh, to feel the warmth and light, pressing down upon my face, lifting me forth from the cold, damp earth, to eternal love and grace. Spiritual seed placed inside man, chosen and nurtured before the world began, Gently placed deep within this earthly clay, that holds us tightly each earthly day. Until our Sun, our God of Light, Awakens us and we begin to fight, Against the earth which holds us fast, And we respond to the Light at last. "I am. I am, and I will always be!"