A form is a form

God does not commune much with victims, he prefers to meet you as an equal, so consider whether or not you are willing to meet him on his terms: No diminishment, no problems, no issues, no considerations, no condemnation of self or others, equal parts of the eternal whole.

Being willing to meet God on his terms, it may be that he might know best, who knows?

Is there a redeemer other than God? Is some body-identified personality, the way, the truth and the life? Or is the life eternal moving through all willing forms the truth?

A form is a form, it passes and is gone, a form never will be God, but God may be expressed in a beautiful manner from time to time through forms. Would your form be diminished in any way if it held and expressed the essence and magnificence of that which is without limits? Then why be so fearful of the fulfillment of your destiny, your designed purpose, your reason for being? What do you lose if you lose yourself in God? Was it ability? No Knowledge? No Love? No Truth? No All you lose is falsity, a created condition of disability. What is so valuable in your disabilities, that you hold onto and guard them so well?

Well kept the sinners secret, separating himself from truth. Hoping that others cannot see the truth, the truth that they are here, expressed as something that has certain characteristics that impulse them to behave in particular ways. Oh the horror and shame of it all. The solution is to hide from the truth which then separates you from the eternal truth that things don’t matter. Matter is matter and the consideration of it is just a bunch of monkey chatter, a program playing the game of life while the creator is hiding in shame.

Choose to hide the truth at all and the truth is lost to you.
Keep on playing that game too long and you’re the game on view in the zoo.

So how can a human monkey really meet God as an equal?
Monkey see monkey do monkeys in the zoo,
Monkey free, monkey not me, monkey meets God in the tree,
In the tree,
In the me,
In the other,
Under cover.
Mother may I,
Break from the way I…
Stop, you are an idiot. Is it really this hard for you to get it?
Sit down,
Shut down,
Shut up and do nothing but watch, without owning any thought, idea, belief, or consideration as your own. Do not own them. They are not you, not yours, not necessary, not important and all distract you from what is.

You are conscious. Anything added to that diminishes your consciousness and your ability to perceive, experience and create as you wish. Try it for a few minutes now and be consciously still. All the forms, energies, and impulses that you feel are not you. Quit buying them, owning them, quit valuing them. Start celebrating them for what they are: wonderfully, not you.

Not you is out of the zoo and into the light, the lightness of life. Now go meet God, he’s waiting and he likes you. He, she, it, them, whatever you want God to limit himself to, so that you can commune comfortably. Remember, any prerequisites on your part means you only get a facsimile, a talking head so to speak.

Remember all your limitations? They are not yours, they are the monkeys. Not me, mot mine is the rhyme that gets you some time with God.

Immanuall