Y’know, I really have to thank you for allowing me to use the word “God” in a sentence here. I hear from so many people so often that they cannot share about what they’re involved in or up to. And it hurts them.
If I could not share my love for God, I think I would pack my bags and leave this planet. Life would not be worth living.
Don’t get me wrong. When I say “God,” I mean all of us. I was going to say “all of us too,” but there is no “too.” There is only One, playing all the parts. So it isn’t even as if I’m saying something about someone outside of us. It’s us I’m speaking of.
What unites all of us could be described in a number of ways. I could say the flame in the heart is what unites us – that flame is called the soul, the Self, the Christ, the Pearl of great price, the Atman, and I could go on and on listing the names it’s known by.
We all have a soul and that soul is one Soul, much like a fiber optic lamp. The light seen in the filaments is the same light that emanates from the Source.
Or I could say that what unites us is that we’re all God – focusing on the Father rather than the Son, Brahman rather than Atman. (And the list of names could go on endlessly here too … I mean, One.)
But in truth what unites us is we’re all God, some of us plain vanilla, some chocolate, and some spumoni. To deny God is to deny any contact with our deeper Self. To deny God, who is inward, is to condemn ourselves to face outward. To deny God is to deny love and bliss and compassion, which are to be found inward. And that would be a lonely, lonely life – not one I could face.
So thank you for allowing me to use “God” in a sentence, something that allows me to indulge in my delirious love for God, to rave on like a fool and an idiot, to lose myself in bliss, more and more each day.
I am God’s fool. I’m told I actually lived with St. Francis in one of my very few lives on Earth so I can call myself God’s fool legitimately because he was the original fool of God. Compared to him, I am Howdy Doody, a fool who cannot even speak his own words. The Humpty Dumpty Man has become the town fool, the village idiot. And I’d become worse than a fool if I could not utter God’s name.