Published: October 31, 2012; Date written: Jun 11 2012
Once upon a time, there was no perceived you and no perceived Me. We were not perceived as two. In the Oneness of Love, We were love, and that was that. We knew Our One Self as Love, and what else was there to know? We saw Our One Self as Love. Love knew nothing but love. The drama had not yet risen. And then the curtain went up! There was a stage for stars to shine on. A star was born. Now the stage lights went on and lit up the whole Stage of Earth. Human Beings walked the Earth, and so has it been to the present day.
Yet there was not darkness as darkness is known today.
Visitors came to Earth in innocence. Then there became a they and a you and a we. There became otherness and solitariness. Something was off. The world started spinning, and hearts and minds spun, and DNA and such started spinning, and silk was woven, and there were inventions and inventiveness and pictures were drawn and sides taken. A still shot became a moving picture. Life began on Earth.
The potential was always there, and the potential became what has been known as reality, yet True Reality was before. The world sprang from Truth, and the Truth was Love. Love is not gone. It just hasn’t been favored enough. Love became a sideline, an afterthought when thoughts began.
And, yet, regardless of all the diversity, Unity remains. There is no getting around it. There is no getting away from it although Unity, which is the Foundation, has been shunted into what is called a background. Unity got shoved around although, accurately, Unity cannot be shoved around at all. The basis shoved around? Impossible. However, seemingly shoved around, is possible. A school of thought was adopted and was made dear. Nevertheless, there is no substitute for the Unity of One.
You are the One. No matter how many others you may seem to see, there is no other. There is no otherness. Certainly there seems to be, and, yet, you pulled a curtain over your own eyes.
Then there became night and day, and, yet, the Sun always shone somewhere.
There became a somewhere and a nowhere and an everywhere. Time and place arose. There could not be one without another. Time meant place, and place meant time, and where and when were separated as though they were two separate things. Everything was cut into two. Thoughts like before and after arose. Thoughts like here and now, there and then, over and under, betwixt and between. While flowers grew, they were analyzed. Who ever heard of such a thing? Leaves were dissected. The search was on. The search for dissection was on. For a while, there were magnifying glasses, and telescopes were not. Sightedness became nearsightedness. Diversity was born. The delivery has been difficult.
The atom was split, and hearts were rendered. Instead of seeing Me in the mirror, individuality was seen and taken as fact. Facts were twisted. That was a fact, and, yet, facts were not Truth. Facts were too small a thing. Life became a counting game, and there was little that could be counted on.
Even so, Truth was never lost. True, it was hidden from view. It was hard to know what was and what was not. There became uphill and downhill, and such a thing as labor began and lovelessness appeared. Even so, love kept coming up and too often was regarded as a stranger. The basis of life was not recognized for what it was. It was considered an offshoot, a sideline, and sometimes an inconvenience.
Where were you when all this was happening? Why, you were right with Me.