you are god in unfulfilled expression seeking experience as the means to evolve. God is no more static than that of the atmosphere. Stoic, ‘maybe’, not static. [JOKE]
In essence, we are the surrogates of the divine’s pleasure excursion. We are the vehicles of daily back log of unprecedented experience. No limits. No boundaries. No withdrawals. No deposits. We are here doing what we do best: pretending to be supremely idealist manifestations of proficient privilege. We act as if we’ve ‘got it all together’ so much so, we have positioned ourselves in a comfortable ‘high and mighty’ perched loft of inherent goodness, righteousness and supposed self-denying servitude, whereby to extend the self-proclaimed right to be able to tell others how they should live. [Down right sickening.]
We ‘act’ (key word) so pretentiously, inventing various scenarios of importance. We plod, plan, prepare, purpose, and prevent so-called unpleasant events we believe we can from happening all in the name of considerable living. But, what for? Why do we do what we do? Every action is selfishly motivated. We don’t have a clue how to respond uninhibitedly. We are so programmed with ‘pre-meditated thoughts of gain’ and consumed with ‘rehearsed fears of pain’, our ingrained repetitious lives of contingent despair should be fattening.
God is not a concept on the outside of us. Sacredness is not something apart from us. Sanctity is not what we do but who we inherently are. It’s not a matter of being ‘holier than thou’ but responding capriciously authentically ‘natural and convenient’ in circumstances to all people. There is not mold for the jell to set. No bag to fall out of with romanticized instructions to follow. No