I’ve come to an outrageous conclusion: God didn’t create this earth—or any of the rest of the apparently physical cosmos we live in.
How else to logically explain this world? It’s like a long shared fever dream in my and everybody else’s head—crazy, brutal, conflicted and confused.
And yet, despite the insurmountable evidence that this world has little to do with God—which is the ongoing, undivided Intelligence and presence of love and infinite constant wellbeing of Source—despite the evidence that ongoing peace cannot be secured here, I keep trying to make my life about what my ego thinks will make me more secure and peaceful: more money, more fame, a nicer car, better hair, dependable lovers, fewer credit cards, blah blah blah,
But no matter what I do, no matter what I fill myself up with, the satisfaction and sense of overall safety never last for long.
I’m always on edge wondering “What if…”
What if the Covid disaster drags on? What if my clients disappear? What if I get sick? What if I can’t pay my rent? What if vaccinations become mandatory? What if the riots keep exploding and cities keep burning and black and brown and yellow and red lives continue to not matter?
What if, what if …
My ego dwells miserably in such thoughts—and yet my ego loves these thoughts. Why else would I keep having them? My ego depends on these kinds of thoughts to drag me down to its level. They keep me safely mired in the rut of fear and anxiety which is the ego’s natural domain.
For what other kind of reality could an identity that believes itself separate from God and life itself create?
My ego is happy as long as it’s smooth sailing with money in the bank, the approval of my peers, enough entertainment to keep the monkey mind occupied and enough booze in the cupboard to keep the demons at bay. But how often does life provide smooth sailing living in a loony bin where the loonies are running the show?
God/Source/Infinite Intelligence/IS—is the vast intelligence of infinite eternally unchanging oneness and love. It is literally impossible for that kind of consciousness to create a painful, unstable hell-place for its Children to dwell in.
So where can we find safe harbor?
I’ve resisted the logical answer to this question for years, but lately I don’t care how invested my ego is in this place. I’m not listening to it anymore, The only safe harbor is not of this earth … it can only be found in the intangible spirit that lies silent within me, waiting to be heard, just like we’ve all been told all along.
Safe harbor is the unseen voice within whispering “WAKE UP! FOLLOW ME! So much more is waiting for you! All you have to do is choose to have the eyes to see and the ears to hear. All you have to do is change your mind and look to what’s Real.”
I love this world. But the beauty I see in it is God’s view within my own mind. No offense to the world the ego has created. But a pig is still a pig no matter how much lipstick it wears.