Is God? Does a true God exist? I should have put this post much sooner, shouldn’t I, because you know that I believe God is, but is not necessarily as conceived by the Gurus. It is one of the reasons I have been rather careful to put my comments in the sphere of one imperfect, maybe crazy (voices, you know) woman who lived most of her life in Indiana. Don’t mistake me for a guru. My posts are aimed at making people think, and to stop the insanity of war over whose God is bigger. I know, that’s asking a great deal, and one little woman now in Texas, probably ain’t gonna accomplish much.
Back to the question; Is God real, and if so, what is God, and what does God expect, or does God expect? Now, those who have contemplated the heavenlies before me have concluded that good and evil existed before man was created, and that man was “supposed” to be some sort of answer to that. Well, that experiment seems to have gone awry. Of course, we see the big blue marble that is our home as quite large where to God it might be no larger than a petri dish is to us.
Since this blog really is about my own experiences, I am going to try to convey my perception of Spirit and why I believe in what I believe. You are aware if you have read my previous posts that I hear voices, and have for much of my life. As an adult who has read and attended more than one psychology class, AHA there is some truth to the idea that people study psycholgy to find out how to “fix” themselves, I am quite aware that these may be no more than splintered portions of my subconscious mind, giving substance to both dark and light beliefs. It is possible. I think it is more than that.
Why? Because every great once in a while from either end of the spectrum of good and evil one of the voices will introduce me to a concept to which I had not been before introduced, even when I look back over my life to see where that might have come from, there seems to be no point of origin within me. So, either I am hearing what other people are thinking; possible, or I am hearing entities that exist outside the bubble that contains the me that is me. Possible if you look at the spectrum of energy and realize that all energy travels that same path, not necessarily visible, but certainly known.
Now, I must confess that the spectrum so symbolizes the God presence in my life that at one time I felt that I should call God “Prismaspirian”, for the whirling spectrum of light that seems to guide me, yes, I ‘hallucinate” as well. She, however, seemed to inform me that she was not necessarily Greek, or any other nationality, so that Spirit was sufficient to call her, since any such name would merely describe what I “saw” of her, not who she is. Even that name is Latin, but it’s meaning is breath, and she has seemed to be satisfied with that “title” with many more than just myself. She also said that she was not God, but more a representative of the higher energies available to a human.
It was she that introduced me to the idea that God very God was so immense that there were many many parts of God’s being that had nothing at all to do with human beings or with the big blue marble we call home. It was also she that introduced me to the idea that we were indeed made in God’s likeness, but that it had nothing to do with our human form, but with the rainbow of energies known as the chakras (Hindu origin, but still, apparently as close a proximity to reality as possible).
She also cautioned me not to get too caught up in any one particular concept regarding appearance because though there had been some really close portrayals, none had yet won the prize for accuracy, partly because we do not have enough senses, apparently there are more than 5 if you “graduate” to the higher levels, to understand or even get an accurate “picture” of the Highest and Holiest. And the five we have need to be more acute to actually catch all the nuances of each and every vibration.
She has also cautioned me that I was not to presume I was any kind of Moses or spokesperson for God or mankind, but was to presume at all times that the lessons she gave were for my own spiritual growth, not necessarily for others. This is why I offer my experiences as my experiences, if they help you, fine, if not, disregard them as the ramblings of a crazy woman.