While I was hanging tea towels to dry I started thinking about atrocities…horrible things I remember hearing about, and feeling deeply disturbed by. I see how easy it is for people to ‘blame God’, and be angry with God for it. I began writing – which turned into a sort of Soul Communication with ‘God'(?).
Frozen in perplexion
How could you let this happen? You who are ‘all loving’ …. ‘all pervading’? How could you have let all these atrocities happen? How could you have allowed for all these things to happen?
I gave you free will.
Yes, that’s the obvious answer.
What other answer can I give? That you chose to be equal (to me)?
You… I?… ‘Who’?… We?… ‘I’… You… Am… We. I are you . You are we . We am I .
Are you messing with my head?
Are you (the two voices becoming entwined)
Is it only my ‘ego’ responding when I ask questions to “God”?
Sad , lonely case . Your soul – who you identify as being.
You and I are one.
Yes … no … maybe …
I am just talking with myself here!?
Did you forget (where you came from)? You came from me…. and I from you. When We speak , I speak through You , and You through I . You see Me speaking through You?
That is only my ‘higher self’.
Maybe… but , ‘who’ is your “higher self”?
I am my ‘higher self’ ! ?
I am . You ‘see’ ? I … AM .
(There’s every chance this is just a ‘trick of the devil‘) ….
The “devil” … who ‘is’ ? …
Who ‘is’ ?
My ‘self’ speaking back to me ! (?)
An ‘echo’ . I hear my own voice bounding off the outer limits of time and space – returning to me, and making me feel there is someone “out there” … You see ?
I hear my own voice bounding off the outer limits of time and space – returning to me, and making me feel there is someone “out there“
I think I see..
Ooh … there is someOne , or, some ‘Thing’ … ‘Out There’, …. and fear set it .
(If anything, this will make for a nice little piece of creative writing/philosophy).
So be it . ( a gentle , calm , retreating voice adds )