I don’t like the God of Abraham, the God of War, of punishment, of hell and damnation, of violence and retribution, and a seemingly abiding need to be loved, the God who split himself into thirds to cause trouble, or sent deliberately mixed messages to the Jews, the Christians and the Muslims, initiating covenants in conflict, stirring up trouble.
No … I am not a fan.
In fact, I question the reality of such a weakling. Where’s the omnipresence? Where’s the omnipotence? Where’s the omniscience?
It’s easy to rig a game and lay the blame for failure at the feet of the game’s players. We mere humans do it all the time in video games … not to mention politics and business.
Religion just excels at it. Heck, it is created around it.
The God of Abraham seems to be a god manufactured in the mind of man, with man’s traits, with man’s hates. Perhaps, in our fear of life, our dread of death, we created God. In our need for someone to blame or our hope for someone to save us, we made a bumbling attempt and forged God in our image.
The masters, those who have seen through the game, who have awoken to the actuality of who they are, of what this is, spoke as best they could in the idioms of their time, attempting to put into words that which can only be experienced … and they didn’t exactly fail, but when words are heard from separation, outside of the covenant of not-two, they are bastardized, separated even further, creating division and wars.
Instead of letting the message work within and do its magic, we created further bastardizations, further separations, making right with might our misconstrued, self-protecting, utterly damning to those daring to be different, misunderstandings.
We didn’t truly listen.
It’s not much different from how we listen to each other today. Listening through the photo mosaic of filters, the propped-up beliefs creating an impossible obstacle course, we hear what we want to hear, what we are programmed to hear.
There is no solution to war while we war within, while we hold ourselves right and the other wrong, while we listen to make our point, the others be damned. We cannot listen while filled to the brim with beliefs.
It’s so easy to see, simple really. We can prove it for ourselves today .. right now … by simply listening, by listening simply. To truly hear another frees their expression, opens the conversation into depths previously not accessible that were there all the time.
Life is tough right now, scary and filled with the stuff of real nightmares. Many seem to be looking for solutions. The solution we seek is right here inside of us where it has always been. It is our willingness to open our hearts and minds and actually learn about another, to care about what they have to say, to let our need to be heard lay, until out of the emptiness, out of the bottomless love and sacred listening, words simply appear.
There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk. That said with a giggle, check out Amaya’s new book – Actuality: infinity at play, available in paperback and e-book at Amazon.