Youthemeus

Because there are few things we can be sure of….

I greet the god within me

Everything is in me.

Everything is in me.

When I was younger, I used to be able to talk directly to god. I felt him all around me, he was within my reach at all times.
I never felt alone; that calm voice, that feeling of love was always available to me. As a child without a father figure, this idea of a paternalist god was comforting and reassuring.

As I grew older, I realised that the voice, the love and the embrace was mine. I was my own god.
I repeatedly went within myself to understand this fully, but I was fearful of angering god by questioning him.
This in and of itself should be a clear sign that my belief system was open to challenge.
I am real,” said god “but you must not question my existence.”

I asked myself again and again, “who is the voice that speaks to me in the darkness?”
The answer was still the same.
I am my own god.
When I found enough courage to accept that realisation, I became free.
Free: instantly, beautifully and without the weight of thousands of years of doctrine and fear.

No longer was my behaviour the subject of another’s judgement. I wrote my own commandments, my own beatitudes.
With this understanding came great responsibility.
If there is no god to judge, forgive or punish me – how can I know what is right or wrong?
How will I know the correct thing to do?

Again, the answer came, I am my own god. I have a beautiful understanding of my place in creation and my obligations towards others in it.
All those who are representations of higher powers (the old gods, new gods and gods of material things) are only energy manifesting itself in those forms.
There is no one, single, be-all, end-all god. There is no solitary creator, no ultimate head of the pantheon.
This does not mean that there aren’t gods, goddesses, angels, spirits and other such beings; it ‘s just that they are simply different expressions of the same energy.
There have also been some beautiful, compassionate and fantastically human figures throughout the ages – they all had an understanding that they were their own god, too.

I now can appreciate their teachings more profoundly. I am my own god and I am connected to everything around me.

This knowing has helped me come to terms with my confusion over the whole “love me, fear me, please me, obey me” scenario that I kept with me as my understanding of god.
There is no-one to please, obey or fear. There is only someone to love and that is me; I am my own god.
I know that the source is made up of you, them, me, us. We are the source, each spark in us is a spark of the original “one”.
There was no creation, no “bang”, no plan – just us.
We always were and always will be.
Infinite. Eternal. Indestructible.

Today, could be the day that you drop the veil that is hiding your own god-ness from you.
Go within, talk to god. Ask them who they are; listen to the answers but pay the most attention to the voice that is speaking.

You may just recognise that voice as your own.

Namaste.
(I honour the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honour the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace.
When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One.)

~ Youthemeus

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This morning, as I wept.

I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself.

I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself.

This morning, watching the new day paint its colours on the sky, I was overawed with what it means to be me at this moment.

The weight of the human experience felt heavy on my heart and I began to cry. Through my warm, full tears I realised that I was weeping not with sorrow, but with elation.

There is a deep sense of joy that comes with being truly immersed in this expression of myself. The experience of being in a human vehicle – one that feels pain, pleasure, love and longing – is without equal anywhere in my existence. This fact sometimes makes it a harsh assignment to complete without surrendering my very essence to the daily struggle and drama that makes for the “human experience”.

How easy to forget that all is illusion, all that surrounds me is purely the part of myself that I am expressing.
How easy to forget that this is not real, solely a construction of my own higher self’s learning, searching, reaching and exploring what it means to exist.

When I remember that I am all of this and none of this, my soul pours its balm into my heart and the tears flow without any possibility of stemming the tide. My beautiful, regal, perfect self has designed and chosen this exquisite experience for me, in my current expression, in my manifestation of now.

To see all as part of everything (but also nothing) is why I am here. It is why we are all in this instant. I am here to realise that I am all to none and none to myself. To simultaneously be everything and nothing, existing in the now and the never. My paradoxical dance of existence. This universal blink of an eye holds me up as a magic lantern towards the blank wall of consciousness.

I am eternal, infinite and omni-present. However, in my own reality, I was never here or there – only appearing as the shadow of a hawk on the desert floor; brief, fleeting and intangible.

There is no understanding of separation without pain; however, now that this pain has been held, kissed and treasured by my innermost heart-stone, I am able to see that I am part of the whole. Part of the beautiful, flawed all that I chose to manifest for myself.

Oh, humanity! If you could but see yourself as I see you, you would weep with the enormity of the realisation that you were so loved.
Remember this and be gentle towards each other.

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