Almost all people descend to meet.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson
Your consciousness is an instance of the infinite One. Yet, an imaginary confabulation that “you” consider to be you persists in the finite space-time fallen estate. How is that possible? Isn’t it obvious that infinity touching finitude would be so explosive to the latter as to make a hydrogen bomb comparable to a popgun? Yet, you never have to worry about causing an infinite stir in space-time. For, Reality and evil—the energy veil—don’t mix. They are orthogonal versions of Selfhood/selfhood. “And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”[1]
It’s All or NOTHING, or Zilch
You are never more or less Real. You are always, each moment, Real or not Real. Moses enjoined us to choose this day/cycle whom we will serve: either the One nourishing consciousness I AM THAT I AM, or serpentine phantoms offering Eden apples to assimilate as the debilitating fallen estate energy veil.
Yes, infinitely Real consciousness interpenetrates the 4D fallen estate. But, the attuned, wholly Loving One forgoes the serpentine apple bites. Assimilating phantom consciousness is not up the One’s crystal cord alley. THAT pathway arises only as the figure-eight flowing caduceus, which partakes only of configured NOTHING.
Your Dreamy Ado about Nothing
Hence, the fallen estate is a dream fiction “world,” which infinity “touches” solely as consciousness arraying viewpoints of the One to itSelf. Your Reality has naught to do with the formative so-called substance of earth earthy existence. Quantum physicists have already awakened to outer world experience as a hologram, an imaginary picture show, whose Real “substance” is entirely composed of consciousness. There is nothing “out there.”
The formative world you truck around in exists only within you and those “other” absent-but-apparent beings populating your dream world. Indeed, the amazingly precise agreement of the consensus reality that humans share is proof that we are all cells in the One Being, Who creates and takes it All in. That One Geometry Of Divinity Self-agrees that I am all THAT I AM independent of each agent’s viewpoint.
Each of us embodies here to awaken to the 4D dream’s denouement: the Self-urging provenance of infinite mystery evolving divinity as instances of divine Love’s twin flaming Individuality.
Our seemingly pipsqueak consciousness IS that of the One Individual—the Tai Chi, Alpha and Omega twin flame, Whose body comprises THAT of all apparent Beings in that I AM Presence universe. Each of us seems so separated and small because we have habitually trained our humanly evolving consciousness to identify with its cascading circumspect foci. We consign our Real, divine creativity to the forgettery. Instead of realizing the unfounded ecstasy of engaging Beauty I AM THAT I AM, we forget THAT re-markable One. Our distracted consciousness splits apart the identically equal, Life giving, polar I AM THAT I AM. We sit out the perfectly balanced I AM THAT I AM Shiva dance.
Instead of soaring free, we hold onto our dear imbalanced phantoms, whose sticky-wicket frames are incapable of flight.
We replace the secret, secure ecstasy of the Great Unknowing with the fear of worldly unknowns.
What might possibly come upon us includes goblins gobbling us up with the sting of death.
What Really comes upon us is the certainty of THAT which the One blissfully creates through us as “we” die/surrender unto our vision of God’s Beautifying, enlightening face.
The One’s Terrible Balance
Embracing Reality seems sacrificial to human consciousness, which has surfeited itself over thousands of years with the fallen estate’s grimy soot. So, Tai Chi infinite, unified and unifying, twin flame Presence assails that phantom selfhood as a terrible balance. In the first book of the Chronicles of the One series, Nora Roberts explains:
“Power demands sacrifice to reach its terrible balance. It calls for blood and tears, and still it feeds on love and joy. You, son of the Tuatha de Danann, have lived before, will live again. You, sire of the Savior, sire of The One, embrace the moments and hold them dear, as moments are fleeting and finite. But Life and light, the power of what will come, the legacy within, are infinite.”[2]
Did you catch that? You, l’il old you, sire the Savior; sire the One. Not only is Your Reality orthogonal to the fallen estate, but, even ensconced in it, Ma’s Reality, Your feminine, flaming, birthing Presence evolves divinity in and as the One’s personal gracious comradery prospering antahkarana.
[1] KJV John 1:5.
[2] Nora Roberts, Year One (New York: St. Martin’s Press, 2017), p. 337.