( – promoted by buhdydharma )
It started so simply, I think therefore I am, with simple self-awareness. The things that preceded that moment are still there; I hunger, I thirst, I lust, I tire, I hurt, I enjoy. Our infancy of basic need-survival was awoken to the subtle idea of more at some point.
I cannot fathom that it was simply borne of fear, this feeling, a desire to explain the inexplicable. The human psyche is wired so that whatever its external conditions are, that is “normal” for that psyche. A child born in poverty that has known nothing else does not know its poor. A woman who goes blind, just accepts blindness as part of her life, without the addition of what came later to humanity.
No. It had to be a more subtle moment. Perhaps a moment as simple as the brush of a fingertip along a lover’s lips as they slept, or the trembling goosebumps from a soft tease of the fine hairs at the nape of a precious neck. Something that awoke our realization of our magic. Something that whispered a bigger connection. The wonder of the dew on an unfurling leaf in the spring, sunsets, soft breezes, the murmur of a newborn baby. Something woke us up to the amazing fact, that not only do we exist, but the power within us was something more, a synergy created as more than the product of our basic needs.
It existed nowhere but inside of us, and we called it “Love.” Self-awareness, the awareness of others, the awareness of the magic of Love was all within us, growing like the glorious seed of MORE, and it was us. Something growing amazingly inside of us.
We began to see that light in the other beings along our path, and soon that recognition drew us out from our small familial tribal units, to join in the wonder of others.
Humans danced with the joy of being, knowing this wonder and love grew inside of them. We were innocent, inhabitants of a garden paradise of our own making.
Then came the Word.
Who knows what madman tried to use the scalpel of words to cut our magic from our wombs, who sought to take our very power away from us. When word overpowered feeling, the abortion began.
The words said that this must exist outside ourselves, that this beauty growing inside us, our very self-awareness need to be attributed to something, someone outside ourselves. They changed the name from Love to God.
Thus? If everything we knew to be true existed outside ourselves, and all that was magic came from there, then what of the bad? Our lives were suddenly not just what they were, but there had to be blame. Poverty, illness, death were no longer just accepted parts of the human condition, but had to have some blame. No longer were things just “what is” instead became causal.
Humanity fought back, crying out that the source of this Love, this Magic within themselves surely as an external architect could not possibly have authored their ills. But Word was the opposite of the Truth within them, and told them their ills were the fault of themselves, leaving the God blameless. Word created guilt.
Guilt became the force behind the mysteries of all; a storm became displeasure of the God, a miscarriage indication of sin. Man looked to one another, and no longer saw the kindred light in one anothers eyes, they saw suspicion. They saw someone to blame. Soon, they began to divide again, to clan and kin, trying in vain to find some way, some one to placate the Gods, and pray that the wrath fell to the others.
The Word itself created “Others” where once was none.
Othering created competition, and sect after sect began using their minds to create this external God, not only in their image, but to prove to themselves that their guilt was less, and their favor was greater.
And Man created Hate borne of God and the Word.
And man Aborted Love with his Hate.
The things that preceded that moment are still there; I hunger, I thirst, I lust, I tire, I hurt, I enjoy.
The thing that preceded this last moment is still there too if you look.
Please, for the Love of Man, we must remember who and what we are before our Creation of God aborts all that is good, holy, and magic about us. There is no God outside ourselves. Insides ourselves? There is light and love. Do not let it die. We are no subjects of an outside force.
Its the only thing we have, and we are the God-Love.
We love, therefore we are.