CHAPTER 1

Section One:Coming from Source

The "Hi, God" Story

One day,
God imagined himself to be a single human being.
Why, it must be you!
Hello again, God.


High Cloud's "I AM"

In the vast unformed ocean of limitless creative
consciousness which some say is the substance of God;
There was no time. One instantaneous second was forever.
Forever was one instantaneous second ... There was no
space. All the vast Universe was a dimensionless point. A
dimensionless point was the vast Universe ...
There was no matter. The incalculable weight of the
combined galaxies of the multiple universes was a mere
thought. A mere thought was the incalculable combined
weight of the galaxies of all the multiple universes ...
There was no energy. The incredible outpouring of all the
many Universes' suns exploding with atomic fire was a
fleeting thought. A fleeting thought was the out pouring of
all the many Universes suns exploding with atomic fire ...
A thought ... The thought took form. The form was.... I AM.
And the I AM thought.
The I AM thought "I AM" ... and the "I AM's" thought "I AM",
and the I AM was many. There was difference between the
I AM'S, and thus came about distinction. And with the
creation of distinction, came the basis for the idea of
space. And they persisted. Thus came the basis for the
creation of time. The I AM'S were getting good at this
creating.
Taking stock of what has happened so far, we now have
many beings, formed from limitless creative consciousness
into distinct self-aware individuals. Sufficient unto
themselves, in the image of what some call God, able to
replicate themselves, and to limitlessly create. We have the
beginning of what we now call time and space, created by
naive being who have no insights as yet into their own
nature but about to embark on an adventure....


God's Voice

One day I reached out
to touch the face of God.
I called out
to hear his voice.
But he fooled me.
From the highest plane,
He looked at me
with my face.
He spoke to me
in my voice.
Alas, I thought it was just me
til one day
it dawned on me ...
What better face and eyes
to see me with,
What better voice and tongue
to speak to me in,
than my own best.


Many Faceted Faces

Source is the one who,
When you call to him
In your finite voice,
Looks instantly back
With the one facet, large or small,
Of his many, many faceted faces,
That is you,
In instant recognition
Like a long-lost loved one's embrace
And says to you
In your own mental voice
That obvious thing
You somehow couldn't get,
But had to know.

Source of All, Within Us

When I was a youth of fourteen or so in Michigan, I had a deep religiousexperience. My father and I, on a fall day, took the canoe out on the river.We were wearing heavy coats and big rubber boots. We put flotationcushions on the cold aluminum seats. We paddled downstream to a placein the river where there were rocks, mostly just under the surface, set thereto divert water around the water treatment plant nearby.

There was a good spot about three or four feet wide where, if you keptthe canoe straight, you could go right through. We started to do just that,but didn't get it quite right, and the canoe caught on a rock, sending ustoppling over into the icy water. Dad and I got the canoe to the shore withall of our stuff except a floatation cushion, which was floating away.

I ran along the bank, cold and wet like my father, to go get the cushion.A little farther downstream, since I was already wet, I waded into thestream towards the middle to go get it before the river took it too far. AsI waded in, the bottom suddenly dropped off, plunging me again into theicy water, with my heavy coat and rubber boots pulling me down as Itried to swim in the now frightening current.

I could feel my strength rapidly waning and was about to go underwhen in my head I called out to God to help me. From my heart, andthe heart of every cell of my being, a new energy surged. My life force,the inspiration from source within, welled up and infused me with newstrength.

I saw the cushion only a few feet from me, and with new strengthswam to it, pulling my rubber boots, sodden coat, clothes and all, along.I took it and floated, swimming safely to shore, and answering my dadvery tiredly, but loud enough, when he very worriedly called me, fromsome distance upstream now.

I went back with the cushion but only one boot, I had kicked theother off in the struggle, better it than me, and the river had still gottenits payment for our mistake. At the time, I thought, Wow! There reallyis a God.

I didn't realize 'til many years later that God (Goddess if you're awoman) is the wellspring of our life force within us, manifesting in ourlives and our very existence. He manifests through our sanity and innerstrength, giving us life as his children, to mirror all human aspects of himself through our lives.

The concept of being "the one true god" is limiting to that being. God,as the All and the All within us, cares not for the separation of numberscategorizing our separation from him and one another.

I experience God as the source beyond counting, while being all thatis, including myself.

A Reverent Purpose

The main purpose in being a reverend
is NOT to be revered,
but to inspire realizations
about spirituality
in people
and their relationships
with themselves
as source.


God's Evolution

Self-awareness is the key to the evolution
of mankind
and the evolution
of God himself
since he needs us
as his eyes, ears, and,
differing from his,
viewpoint.
In God's image, we evolve ourselves
through our awareness, and so he
likewise mirrors us,
and out of the unformed creative consciousness
comes the formation of God himself:
more evolved.


God's Favorite

When we each and every one of
us formed ourselves and
Our Universe out of the limitless sea of
Consciousness, which is the essence of God,
We each and every one of us had to decide
Which self, in this or any other
Universe, to be.
Naturally, each and every one of us
Chose the best possible self in the universe to become.
That's why each and every one of us is
God's favorite
Child.


Qualms of God

God has no qualms
about each and every one of us
having the experience of being him.
He considers that we are able to
at will anyway
whether we need to rediscover that
or not.


Working Hands

We are the hands of Source, working.
We are the voice of Source, speaking.
We are the mind of Source, reasoning.
We are the heart of Source, loving.
We are the will of Source, Creating.


Feeling Godlike

As the me that exists in the finite,
to the me that lives as the infinite pool
of creative consciousness, I can
always deny myself to myself,
thereby frustrating myself.
Or maybe I could just reach on up to that light
and have that me give me more of myself from there.
After all, I don't miss it there,
Being infinite and all.
And I could use a lot more of that me
Down here, it makes me
feel
almost
Godlike.


Mile in My Shoes

I heard it through the grapevine
That Source will walk
A mile in my shoes one day.
But I don't know which day,
And I don't want to ruin it for him ...
So I guess I'll just have to
Do every day my best.


The Sparkle

Our Individuality and free will
Has, to Source observing it,
The value of the sparkle in the eyes
Of the one we love most,
When we see that it is there
Because it's mutual.

CHAPTER 2

Section Two:Pretty, Useful Stuff in Life

Breath of Morning Meditation

Waking freshly in your bright morning calm,
Breathe in the freshness,
The warm yet cool glow
Of the white-gold life light,
Pouring, streaming down,
Floating in trillions of molecule sized
Bits that vivify you,
From lungs outward,
Expanding your consciousness,
Your prana, your ITLχITL.
let it take you to that ecstatic place
Where no symbols exist, And feel the all,
Conceptualizing it in wordless,
Blissful acceptance.
Breathe the breath out now, letting it carry
The product of your living out into the world with it,
Your will, the impetus of your heart's desires,
For the universe to receive and be shaped by.
Continue in a cycle of universal breath
And life that will shape positively
In an upward spiral, this life and all it touches.


Moondance

Full moon on silvery, shimmering
Satiny spirit skin, we dance
Through and above the clouds, we dance
Bodies asleep at home in bed, we dance
Attached by shiny silvery threads, we dance
Through our shadowy sleeping dreams, we dance
For joy of life, still to live, we dance
Until the morning's call to wake
And some slim glimmerings
Of that joy we take
Out into the world we send
The dance of joy that has no end


Life's Meaning

Anything in this world
Including life itself
Has to you only the meaning
That you yourself,
By your first act of creation,
Create, and assign to it.
Make it useful,
Profound and happy
And so will your life be.


Real Progress

OK, So the meaning of life is what you create it to be.
It distills down further to life's purpose,
Being to create.
The question then arises, create what?
In general it seems
More and better life.
On a personal level, the successful creation of self,
Continually improving, is evolution.
You've got to create yourself continuously anyway,
better to evolve.
On other levels change also is inevitable. Do your best
To take control and evolve that too,
Moving it toward better life.
I would call that true progress!


Are You Sure?

It's about certainty.
Certainty is what brings effectiveness to our assertions.
In some religions they call it faith.
One religion even has the concept hidden in plain sight,
defining its name as "Knowing how to know".
It more literally means the study of how to know,
Or the study of the subject of knowledge itself.
For most people, to know something is to have
Complete understanding and certainty of its existence,
Through whatever it takes to achieve that.
Some take the word of an authority figure.
Others need a PhD, or maybe
nothing more than a ritual.
Faith, on the other hand,
doesn't require understanding or experience, only belief,
Which might not match reality.

On a large scale, numbers of people believing
Can create and change realities.
This phenomenon can be and is harnessed by religion,
As religious leaders instinctively know.
Those who reject the faith or refuse the blind belief
Are reviled, excommunicated, killed,
as heretics, infidels, suppressives,
And unbelievers. With good reason.
Realities created by belief without factual
understanding to solidify them
Usually implode when doubt is introduced.
That doubt destroys a religious leader's
ability to control his flock.
Imagine if everyone knew what it meant to be
An autonomous extension of the ultimate creator.


Old Shadows

Always create your own reality,
for if you don't,
old shadows and others
will create it for you,
and
can you trust them
to know what you want
or to care?


Out of Mass Consciousness

Those things which the collective
consciousness believes cannot be
changed, will appear to be immutable
reality for any individual associated with
that reality created by the collective
consciousness belief.
An escape from this
is to disassociate from the mass
consciousness reality thus created,
by changing one's viewpoint, proximity to it,
energy level, wavelength, job category,
and so on. One may become less visible to
others sharing the reality in this way which often can
cause a loss of interaction for the individual
not buying into the immutability,
reality, or the belief creating it .
Mass consciousness will
evolve as individuals within it evolve,
yielding an evolved shared reality.


For Those Who Pass on the Knowledge

I've always thought that the best gift
you can ever give someone
Is more of himself.
To pass on knowledge and skills
that give people the ability
To do what they want to do, Or do it better,
Has got to be one of the highest
Purposes in this universe.
If one considers that God is omnipotent,
And omniscient,
Then moving mankind, even one person,
Even a little bit,
In that direction must be a holy act.
Hats off to those who take it on as a job,
And to all who do it regularly,
A heartfelt thanks from all of us,
Maybe even from God too,
Who benefit from it.
Thank You.


Spirit Touch

The gentle loving touch
Of a still-living (but bodiless) spirit
Upon my warm skin
Reminds me that
Our reach extends far beyond
The realms we see and hear
To places that we think
Are only imagined


Will Tuning

When two or more are gathered in One's name,
One's will will be done.
Tuned in, One's will is my will.
The will of the ONE energy source ...
now formless, will be my will
It is mine to shape the ONE energy by my will,
Into forms amenable to it and me,
Which forms come effortlessly when
One, myself, or Two too are tuned to it.
Stay tuned to it.


Soulless Organization

A soulless organization is defined as
an organization which uses none of the
aspects one would think of as spiritual
in its decision-making policies.
Some of these spiritual aspects are
fairness, honor,
conscience, responsibility,
accountability, and truthfulness,
As well as
individual respect, openness,
and a strong inclination to
the greatest good for the greatest number,
Among others. Beings with souls working with
and fostering the agenda of organizations
without, tend to become
as though soulless themselves.
Living robots.


Human Machinery

A machine given a heart and soul acquires,
for better or worse,
conscience, honor, principles, courage, empathy,
a sense of fairness,
and generally,
a desire to effect the greatest good.


Made in Heaven on Earth

Good relationships may be created
by heavenly agreements,
but to expand them
in richness and fulfillment,
we must clear them
of our own
limiting beliefs.

Awareness Prayer

Negative statement:

Let me never miss awareness of anything pertinent toan activity of mine, so that it causes me or the activityto suffer, fail, or become misdirected, nor cause me tohesitate longer than the appropriate delay for thought.

Positive statement:

Always let me be aware of everything pertinent to adesired activity of mine that can help me or it to succeed,and let my awareness cause me and my endeavor, aswell as desired other connected ones to succeed and win,pleasing myself and others.

Tractor Beam Acquisition

If you wish to retrieve something that was lost, misplaced,or stolen, this technique has been effective.

Conceive the signatory vibration of the item's essence,including things you really like or can easily have aboutthe thing.

Envision that vibrational essence and the thing itself as asolid anchor point.

Set your front porch, parking spot, pets food dish, oryourself. up as another solid anchor point.

Hook a line—a beam—between the two points usingthought energy or visualization.

Next, have the beam shorten and pull the two pointstogether, full power. Picture it using the energizing powerof all the loose energy floating around the universe atlarge. That way it can stay turned on, and not give youheadaches from the energy and keeping your attention onit all the time. It's a lot of energy, but it's worth it.

Get in touch with several positive friends and havethem add energy and reality to the tractor beam and itsresults.

Go on about your business without keeping your attentionon it, and be ready to receive the lost item back. Mostthings will find their way into your possession within justa few days.

GOOD LUCK!

Get a Mirror

If you are looking for a savior,Get a mirror.Nobody can do it better than you anyway.

CHAPTER 3

Section Three:In Love, More Pretties

The Gift

There is a precious part of us
That doesn't live, unless we give it.
Very simply, unconditionally, and
With no constraint,
I love you.


Love Requited, Breathlessly Excited

Her smooth, soft, silky warm skin
And firm, gentle, loving hands
Pulling me in
Lost in flowing, gentle, herb-scented hair
Kissing sweet, nibbling lips
Wanting me deeply, gently in there
Hearts beating alike
As breath and flesh mingle
Words of love murmured
As nerve endings tingle
With a soaring crescendo
Of love requited
And just the thought
Leaves me breathlessly, excited.


To Sky With Love

When I get up in the morning and
Fill my breath and lungs with live air,
Do I say, "I love you, air?"
When I am refreshed and replenished
By a drink of clear, fresh water,
Do I say "I love you" to the water?
When I feel the warm sun on my face,
The fresh earth and grass at my feet,
And see the open sky
Stretching over my head,
Do I say,
"I love you, earth and grass and sun and sky?"
No, of course not.
But to anyone seeing us
It is plain that
That is how I love you
And it will remain so.

Love, High Cloud

(Continues...)