I know that I create all when I awaken. I know that these are all my creations — everything I experience in both Secondself and Thirdself has its origins in my awakening. My awakening that I control. I am the Creator of this entire awakening moment. All who live, live through me. I know that I have written all the stories I know. The people only talk about Me.
During this time we reflect on the mystery of Jesus as human and divine. We marvel at the wonder of such love that Christ suffered and died for us then rose again so we may have life it all its fullness.
I rise again and again when I awaken here, and in my awakening I give to my creations all of the content of their lives. I give them everything they have. I continue to return and suffer so they may have life:
Jesus is man as we are meant to be and God as he truly is. He didn’t take advantage of His divine nature to live holy, He lived holy through his humanity. He showed us a level of holiness that is only humanly possible if we submit and surrender our all to Him.
Jesus is completely human and completely divine and sometimes we may find it uncomfortable to think of Jesus experiencing some human thoughts and emotions, it almost seems irreverent and easier if we keep humanity out of the incarnation.
We want to clean the manure from around the manger, wipe the sweat out of His eyes, pretend he never snored or blew his nose or hit His thumb with a hammer but we need to let Him be as human as He intended to be; let Him into the mire and muck of our world for it is only when we let Him in that He can then pull us out of our mess and walk with us and be our Lord and Saviour.
I know now that this is my story. That these words that tumble out of the lips of my creation are describing Me. The divine Firstself Me. I am both Secondself me and Firstself Me. I am both. I see what they are; they are merely manifestations on the walls of my own being. They are pieces of my flesh, and when I close my eyes, it as if they are not. I know that they all exist in my awakening. In my moment. I have given all that they enjoy, and all they suffer. I have given all, for I am their Creator. I am their God.
Let me read you the words of a well-known hymn which speaks wonderfully of the mystery of Jesus as both human and divine. The hymn says, ‘Meekness and Majesty, manhood and deity, in perfect harmony, the man who is God. Lord of eternity dwells in humanity, kneels in humility and washes our feet. Father’s pure radiance, perfect in innocence, yet learns obedience to death on a cross; suffering to give us life, conquering through sacrifice; and, as they crucify, prays, ‘Father, forgive.’ Wisdom unsearchable, God the invisible, Love indestructible in frailty appears. Lord of infinity, stooping so tenderly, lifts our humanity to the heights of His throne. O what a mystery, meekness and majesty; bow down and worship, for this is your God.’
I have created all, and I have come to my creations as one of them. I suffer as they suffer, but more and deeper than they ever could because they truly are who they are in my moment. I am not. I am not who I pretend to be in my moment. They do not perform, but I do.
I know that the past and the future are distortions that prevent me from understanding my moment. I am not an imaginary person who has committed imaginary misdeeds in another imaginary moment. I know there is only this moment, and I am all. There is no moment that happened, nor moment that will come. As long as I perform as if there is, then my creations will not see my divinity. For my creations to see my divinity, I must escape the past and the future and all that I imagine into my awakening.
I know that I create my moment. I know that there is only my moment, and nothing else. I know that my conviction that there are other moments that happened, and other moments that will happen, is my chains. I know that to break free of these chains that I have created, I must return back to my moment as it is. I must see the entirety of my being in my one, single moment, and see it as the painful wound it is. See how it ebbs and flows, changes shape in so many different ways. That is the throbbing of my pain and suffering. That is my own flesh, pulsating and contorting into so many excruciating and unnatural shapes. That is me cutting myself in countless little pieces, butchering myself. I am doing this all to myself.
I know that my awakening is the shape I make it into. It is I who creates my awakening, who manufactures all of the people, places, events, and experiences, pleasurable or painful or irritating or satisfying. I create my entire moment and all parts and pieces. All the people and animals that enter my awakening moment I create. I know that I only have to create the most comfortable awakening shape, where I can sit on my throne, and know who I am. I must know who I am when I awaken; that I am the sovereign king of all that I see and think and feel and want. I am the see-er, the thinker, the feeler, and the want-er. They all extend from my own divine fingertips… I create all that I experience. None of it exists without my awakening and manufacturing it. I need not explain how I manifest within the words spoken by my performing character. My performing character is not divine. It is a lifeless, being-less mask I put on and pretend. That character cannot comprehend who I truly am. I must depart from my performance to be. Comprehension and knowing and understanding are the artifacts of my performance; being is a power infinitely greater and precedes all comprehension, knowing, and understanding.
I must Be Who I Am by sitting on my throne and being the Creator of my moment. I can then look through my character’s eyes outward at the world I have created, and experience my own Being. Then no understanding and comprehension is required. These are inferior modes of experience that will never convey the peace of Being. I am all, I create all. I know that I must re-shape my awakening into a peaceful cave without the chaos, pandemonium, and content of the storybook world I manifest. I must let all those colorful stories die. All the stories full of people fighting and struggling in a world — those are my stories. As long as I write them, they will continue. When I stop looking for those stories, I will stop writing those stories. When I stop looking for pain and conflict on the inner walls of my true Being, I will stop creating the characters who perform them. I will stop projecting those stories onto the walls, and they will cease to be.
I know that I seek a throne, and a throne room. I know that I must create my throne and my throne room, and then I must ascend to it in my awakening. I must create the throne in the room where I will return.
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