Scripture: Based on Psalm 19:1-4
The heavens declare the glory of the Supreme Consciousness; the skies proclaim the work of its creative imagination. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. They have no speech, cialis they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the worlds, malady their words to the ends of the multiverses.
Thought for the Day: Hannah handed me a glass of icy cold sweet tea as we sat on her unreasonably comfy loveseat. “I’d never met a human before, hospital you know,” Hannah said softly. “I knew they looked like us, but I had no idea the depth of their curiosity, or their abilities. You know they can do everything we can do, don’t you, Gabriel?”
“I realized that after living with them a few weeks. Some of them are more fully aware than others, but none of them realize their full potential. Not a single one. How is that possible, Hannah?” I asked. “How do you completely forget who you are? Whose you are? How can you not sense there is more going on than the physical?” Hannah sat next to me and took my hand in hers. “I know what you think, Gabe,” she said softly. “You think Lou has done something to them, or that the Supreme Consciousness has done something to them to make them forget. You think they’re slaves. But the truth is, nobody has done anything to them, including themselves. They aren’t being manipulated. Lou has certain ideas about how the multiverse should be organized, but he’s not playing games. He might be afraid of them—afraid of their violence. Lou is just trying to keep us all safe, sweetie,”
“I’m not falling for that old line, Hannah,” I said, dropping her hand and standing up in a minor act of rage and rebellion. “Lou uses the humans—all the humans, on the thousands of human planets in the millions of human realities. He wants to be the Supreme Consciousness, and recreate the multiverse in his image—with him as King and everything else subservient to the all-powerful Lou.”
She sat quietly for what seemed an eternity, although it was even more difficult to sense the passing of time in the needle than it was in the garden. Seconds, days, centuries—none of them mattered here. So we sat in silence until she finally said, “Lou has been trying to make a point, and he will not stop until he makes his point. I used to think he was right—that there was a hierarchy to the universe, with the being of all being, Him/Her, the Supreme Consciousness at the top, then us, then everything else, which we all felt was beneath us and worthless. But when the human came to see me—confused, frightened, yet so full of imagination and creativity, it suddenly hit me: none of us are different. No matter the species, we are all part of the Supreme consciousness—and this means Lou, too, Gabe. I know this sounds ridiculous, but Lou’s convinced the humans have the ability to destroy the entire multiverse. He thinks keeping them in check is the only way to avoid the end of—well, the end of everything.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said, stunned. “The only reason the humans seem so violent—okay, are so violent, is because of what he’s been doing to them! Doesn’t he see that? He manipulates and lies to them, and gets them to do the most horrific things to each other, to their planet, to all creation. It just makes the rest of us want to help them more. What about Josh? How come he couldn’t talk any sense into Lou? How come the humans wouldn’t accept him? He was trying to explain everything to them, to snap them out of their sleep. What happened, Hannah?”
She put her tea down and walked over to the window, looking over the eternal plain. She picked up her long mop of hair and tied it in back of her head, which made her hair seem suddenly much shorter. Had it changed length as she tied it up? She still had more magic in her than she let the rest of us realize. I joined her at the window and watched the beams of the sun gently paint the fields and garden below in purples, golds, crimsons, greens and blues, a vibrant pastel masterpiece. “Look at that, Gabe,” she said. “Do you really think anyone can control that? Existence is much more complicated than even we can imagine, much more independent than we imagine, yet also much more connected and intertwined than we imagine. No action happens in a vacuum. Every move you or I make, every activity in the human world, and every exploding and birthing star, planet, galaxy and multiverse is connected with everything else, from the leaf on a tree in the garden, to the single cells that combine to form complicated, living creatures. It’s the idea of separation that really keeps the humans in trouble, and that isn’t an idea any of us put into their minds, Gabriel.” She turned away from the window, took my hand and led me to a doorway I hadn’t noticed before. “You want to think the Supreme Consciousness is in control, or that Gabe is in control. But what if controlling something actually means letting it go?” She asked, as she pushed me through the doorway and I began falling upward, spiraling out of control towards what looked like the thick, black sludge of space. Banished, I thought. They’ve banished me to the vast nothingness.
Hannah sat on her couch and poured the rest of Gabe’s tea into her glass, then finished the drink in one gulp. She put the glass down, folded her hands in her lap, and looked out her window, which now showed a vast, dark emptiness, and Gabriel, gently spinning away.
To be continued…
Prayer: I beg to hear Your voice calling to me, Mind that is all mind, Soul that is all souls. Please wake me up—wake us all up, to the beauty, power, and awe of everything that surrounds us. And in our awakening, may we find humility enough to stop putting ourselves at the center of the multiverse, and instead recognize the glorious love that powers everything. Amen.