Creation... The Perfect Mirror
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The Wisdom of Hank

~ Muranda Ellen Everson ~

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     Today is Friday and the bus is half empty.
                       Hank and I sit on the back seat... looking out.

            We are silent for a while...
                                 and then Hank starts to talk.

                    It sounds like a waterfall of words.

                I hardly speak at all... I just hem and haw.
             Now and then Hank stops talking to let it sink in.

        When he talks like this...
                         he seems to be in trance.
                He doesn't think... the words just roll out.
         He's like a talking dummy... he listens at the same time.

                                               Here he goes.....

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     The world is a whirligig of insanity...
                     consoled by work-saving devices.
           But the more work you save... the more there is to do.

     People live... as if they are on a merry-go-round...
                             of craziness and pure indifference.
           They don't realize it... but yet somehow...
                        they feel the emptiness and dreariness within.

               They neglect to find out... why this is so...
         and think... that it is up to somebody else to figure out.

     They feel that they are living...
                     but yet... they know damn well...
                                    that they are being lived.
                            They are caught... and refuse to admit it.

     People have lost the looseness of life...
                          the playfulness is gone.

           Just about everybody is a Robot nowadays... no Heart.

     Now... don't get me wrong...
            I don't mean that we should go back to the old days.

                                         The good old days... are Now.

     Sure... life in the past had a lot of looseness or playfulness...
           because there was a lot of spirit in daily life then.
              But you know... there also was a lot of Fear...
                                             and all kinds of Slavery.

     Nowadays however...
             people are slaves just the same.
                        And life has become... plain stupid existence.
                                 Most people are bored with it.

        People have become Slaves of their own Indulgencies...
                because they have been conditioned by outer values.

                       They have been talked into...
                   the Illusion of the Material Dream.

     In actuality...
          the Material Dream... or the Good Life...
                                    is a Life of Frustration.
                           For the more you have... the more you want.
                                      It's the old Ego-Trap.

     People have been told...
                   that what you have... is what you are.
                           They have Golden Calf Disease... it stinks.

        So... on the outside...
                        people seem to be alright...
                 but on the inside... they are burning up.

               There is an internal heat... ready to explode.

     This inner heat or inner dissatisfaction...
                         has become an outward expression of Violence.

                This inner hate... is outwardly expressed...
                     by our modern Nuclear Stockpiles.

            We create outwardly... what we are and feel inside.

       All outward happenings are the reality of our inner feelings.
                    This is the way we as Creators work.

     The whole thing is the result of Fear.
                          Fear of not having enough... fear of Others.

                                Fear is the result of Ignorance.
                                    We don't know who we are.

     Few people are ready...
                  to confront their inner dissatisfaction.
         They sort of shove it aside by keeping themselves busy...
                          or having another beer.

        Delaying tactics however... only avoid solving the problem.

                      The Inner Self has to be faced.
                  We have to become aware of our Godness.

      There is an under-development in Mankind of a Spiritual Nature.
                     The very Soul of Man is suffering.

     I have said it before...
               we are totally ignorant of Who or What we are.

                    We are Gods in Matter... or Flesh...
       but we behave... as if we are Children that need to be saved.

     The problem is world wide...
         and billions of people are suffering because of ignorance.

                We attempt to satisfy our Inner Emptiness...
                          by outer Gratification.

          It's like scratching your stomach because you're hungry.

        We have to discover that we are the Creator and the Cause...
                  of our Woes... as well as our Pleasures.

           We are the Creator... living in the School of Life...
                                learning...
                by means of... what we create for ourselves.

             Our Pain and Suffering... and our Pleasure and Joy...
                  are the very lessons of our curriculum.

     Anyway Muranda...
            the underlying cause of it all... is...
                                  the Ignorance of Mankind.

                                       Ignorance is the cause of Fear.

         Fear means... that Love is missing.
                 Love... is Understanding or Awareness.

                                             Love is the Clue to Life.

             For if you loved me...
                             and I loved you...
                   and all the people loved each other...
                                    there would be nothing to fear.

     However... the world at large is in the grip of Ignorance.
                     And therefore... the world at large is in misery.

        Things are exactly the way they should be though...
              because only through Pain and Suffering can we learn.

        We have to learn to think...
                        we have to learn to love...
                                           we have to learn to feel.

      Feeling is Intuition...
                 Intuition is Awareness...
                              Awareness is Understanding...
                                       and Understanding.... is Love!

                        Loving all... is being God.

                  So there Muranda... all we have to do...
                                   is...
                            become better Gods.

           We have to learn to act according to our True Nature.

                  The Nature of God... the Nature of Love.

      We are God the Creator experiencing the Full Gamut of Creation.
              We are the Creator experiencing its Creation...
           with Pain and Suffering... and with Pleasure and Joy.

                        CREATION IS OUR EXPRESSION.

     The Changes in the world at the present...
                                   are the breaking up...
                     of our Three Dimensional Existence on our Planet.

     Slowly but surely... we will see that the world as we know it...
          with all its Systems... Institutions and Governments...
                       will break up and disappear...
          to make room for a new Phase of Creation on this Earth.

               The Bible calls the present time...
                      the End of the World... or Armageddon.

     And by the way...
              naturally... the world will not come to an end.

                However... it will change so drastically...
       that to many people... it might seem... that this is the end.

           Many of us will not survive the difficult times ahead.

     In this new Phase of our Creation...
                a New and More Aware Generation of Souls...
                         will inhabit the Planet...
                and they will be part of... and establish...
          the Four Dimensional Phase of Human Evolution on Earth.

     Many People on Earth in the future...
         will reach the Four Dimensional Level of Consciousness...
                      and they will be the Leaders...
                                     in the next Phase of Development.

         We will have to find new ways of dealing with our selves.

     It's all very simple...
        And because of its simplicity... Mankind has overlooked it.
             The Ego of Mankind always looks for complexities.

             Anyway... it really does not matter...
                                for it is only a Game or Play.

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     Hank got off the bus...
                     he waved when he went by...
                                    and I just sat there... stupified.

          He seemed to have put all our troubles and solutions...
                          in this one discussion.

          Our troubles were even easy to solve...
                just beat ignorance... just beat ignorance.
                                         Just become better Gods.

     At noon time... I wrote and wrote...
               the more I wrote... the crazier it all became.
                                                    It made me shiver.

          I don't know...?

                 If Hank knew it all... why ride this bus?
                                 He should be out there solving stuff.

                     How come he isn't doing that?
                                      How come he only talks?

     What really is Armageddon?

                     What does he know about the world?
            What about his spirit friends and all these spooks?

                                              Maybe Hank is possessed.

     I don't know... is Hank a Minister?
                      Is he an ex-communicated Bishop?
                                     He does not sound like them much.

           Maybe the Church gave him the sack...
                         and now he is chasing Redheads.
                                                Watch out Muranda.

     Well my girl... don't over-do it...
                 Hank is just another guy who's different.
                                Yeah... but how different can you get?

             Do his invisible friends teach him all this stuff?

     What does he mean...
           it really does not matter... it's only a Game or Play?
                        Who's Game or Play is it...?

           And what about all these Dimensional Evolutions?
                                         What the heck does that mean?

           Maybe Hank was right after all...
                I should not bother to understand all this.
                                      He talks in Dimensional Riddles.

     Anyway... this Hank is very strange...
                       yet...  I'm attracted to him.

                       How come I write as easy as he talks...
                                                 who's doing all this?

         Well... it takes all kinds... and Hank is but one of them.

                        Creation is our Expression.
            Does that mean that we are God... expressed as Man?

                      Learn to become better Gods...?

     First of all... I would like to be just a simple Mother.
                                                 Never mind being God.

            Who the hell is this Hank?     Can he read my mind?

     A New and More Advanced Generation of Souls?
         Is he one of these Souls... and where does that leave me?

     Listen to this....

           We are God... experiencing the Full Gamut of Creation.
               Yeah... well... Hank might be... but I am not.

        I wonder who else knows Hank... the way I know him?

             Hank is a weird and wondrous man... he puzzles me.
                            He puzzles me a lot.


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     We are waiting for the bus...
                     and the weather is cold and windy.
             Hank was there before I came...
                             and he winks at me and smiles.
                                                    His eyes are warm.

             I think I'm put under a spell somehow...
                       his winking gets me... I like it though.

     I don't know why... but it feels good to be here.
              I smile at him... and I feel that he knows my questions.

     Slowly he starts to talk... and says...
                            you know Muranda...
             cold to our Body... is like ignorance to our Soul.

                          Ignorance is Darkness...
                 it's missing the Light of Wisdom and Love.

     And then I ask him...
                 Hank what do you consider to be wise?

                                   He thought a bit... and said.....

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     Wisdom... is knowing how to use what you know.

                             WISDOM IS THE RESULT OF EXPERIENCE.

     Experience is the result of living...
              and living... is Life... as well as Death.
                          For Death... or being dead is pure nonsense.
                                       Nobody ever dies.

                 Only Personalities or Characters change...
          Souls or People live forever... for all of them are God.

           Besides... People do not even exist... only God does.
                         People are God with Names.

     People or Souls live or dream... life in... life out.
                                 Everybody lives or dreams many lives.

                       Most people don't know that...
             but whether they know it or not... they do anyway.

     The Person or Character you are now...
                    and all the people you have been...
               will form the basis for your next Incarnation.

                 The you-ness... of all your experiences...
            forms the Core of the next Human Being you will be.

     You see Muranda... just the way you are now...
            you are a mixture of many different characters... all you!

                 To live... and live again... and again...
                      is the only way to become wise.

     Living is mostly making mistakes...
               and to make mistakes is the only way to learn.

                   And you Muranda... you have been around many times.
                              That's why you are so Mature.

     The Soul... the Energy you really are...
            has lived in many Bodies... male as well as female.
         The Soul... or Spiritual-You... transcends Time and Space.

             You as Muranda however... you as the Character...
                 live in Time and Space... for your Soul.

          At the same time... you as Muranda... are ... your Soul.

     Your Soul... is God in Learning...
                 and it incarnates or inhabits a Body or Form.
                                And what a beautiful Form you live in.

        You as a Soul... or You as an apprentice God...
               are supposed to learn what You and God are all about.

                     You as a Soul... you as Muranda...
                   are doing this on Earth... right now.

     Before you entered your Body Muranda...
              you already made your plans to live on Earth...
       and you decided what you where going to learn and experience.

             In a way... you as Muranda are semi-programmed...
                       by the Soul you really are...
       and that's why... you sometimes do things and don't know why.

     If you do not learn... what you are supposed to learn...
             well... very simple... you come back and do it next time.

         So... now then... you as Muranda should do...
                   what you feel like...  in order to be on Plan.

             For when you do what you feel like...
                                you feel good about yourself.

        To feel good about yourself... is enhancing your Self-Love.
                  It tells you that you're right on Plan.

     Self-Love is the preliminary step towards loving Others...
           for if you do not love your Self... you cannot love Others.
                       This Self naturally is your Soul.

           To love your Self in the first place...
                     already is loving Others... for All Is One.

           So... by all means do what you feel like...
                                   and strengthen your Self-Love.
                                              Self-Love is contagious.

     Many people however do not always live...
                                according to their intended Soul Plan.

            They live by the worldly plan of making a living...
                   and sometimes this gets out of hand...
              because their Ego gets in the way of their Soul.

     All they really do... is fart around a lot and learn very little.

           Yet... what they learn is important for their Soul...
                for in the long run they will understand...
      that material possessions do not really satisfy the God within.

         In the mean time... they are part of the world at large...
           and provide opportunities for others to work and grow.

                   So... whatever we do in this world...
             it is all positive... it all amounts to learning.

        Investigate all things and take as much Time as you need...
            and neither be concerned about clocks or lifetimes.
                      The Universe is Patience itself.

     Eventually... all Souls will learn whatever there is to learn...
            and what that is... Muranda...
                               we'll talk about some other time.

               I have to get off the bus... see you tomorrow.

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         I look around... and I'm on the bus.
                    I don't remember getting on at all.
                                                  What happened?

     Anyway... Hank left...
              and I sat there thinking about living lives.
                      And then I thought... would this really be true?

        I wondered how I could have lived other lifetimes...
                                             and not know about it.

                            How would Hank know?

     What use are other lifetimes to me...
                         if I cannot remember them?
                You know... I think Hank is putting me on...
                                         he's full of Cosmic Malarkey.

                       But yet... what do I know...?
                                    Anything is possible I guess.

     I have to ask this Hank...
               how does he know all this... and why don't I?

                        Yes... that is the question... why don't I...?

             Anyway for now...
                       the whole thing is far out...
                   and yet you know... if we live once...
                            why not twice... or a million times?

     When I wrote my notes at lunch time...
               our discussion... or rather his discussion...
          just repeated itself in my head... I just wrote it down.
                               I felt like a tape recorder... writing.

             Yeah... this Hank...
                       telling me about my Maturity.
                                           Maturity... my foot...

                  Every time I have an awkward patient...
                          I'm shaking in my boots.

     You know... I think...
                     that Hank is full of Cosmic Slyness.
                                  He's trying to con me into the sack.
                                             Is he really?

     Well... we'll see...
           after all... I kind of like his talks...
                                     they keep me writing.
                                           Writing makes me feel good.

           Is that what my plan is all about?
                              It sure is mysterious... isn't it?

               How the hell does Hank know all these things?

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     The next day at the bus stop...
             Hank and I smile at each other.
                     Nothing is said until we are on the bus.

             As soon as we sit down...
                     Hank continues yesterday's talk...
                                             it sure surprised me.

                     I guess... Hank is like a machine...
                                          you can turn him on and off.

                Ask him a question and he rattles for days.

     I say next to nothing and listen with both ears.
            Hank knows when I understand him...
                     because he never repeats what he says...
                                           except when I don't get it.
                                                It's most amazing.

            Please be quiet... and sit down.
                                              Here is Hank.....

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     The education and conditioning of the world...
                                  is the Garbage that covers the Soul.

           So... the Soul of many people...
                              is covered up by this Garbage...
                      and the Light of their Soul has almost vanished.

           Lifetimes may pass... before you get things straight.

     Many people then... are engaged with the Ways of the World...
                     and they more or less repeat worldly lifetimes...
                                 with very little progress.

     This is perfectly all right...
                 for Time is Unlimited or Infinite.
                                   Time is created by dreaming it.

                            We are the Creator!

     So... many people become conditioned...
                by the Ways of the World... and in a way...
                                         deviate from their Soul Plan.

               The Ways of the World... in Mind and Manner...
           are the Activities of the Blind... leading the Blind.

     Do you know Muranda...
                  that Jesus is assumed to have said that?
                                       Well...if he did... he's right.

          Anyway... all deviations that people are subjected to...
                      are opportunities for growth...
                 and no experience is ever lost or wasted.

     To truly SEE... is done by the Light of Wisdom...
                              and many people don't use it very often.

        They go by... the Worldly Light... which is Ego and Garbage.

     The Light of Wisdom... is the Light of God...
                           or the Light of the Soul you are.
                                          The Soul... is the Real You.

        Eventually...
              the Light of God... or the Light of your Soul...
                                       is stronger than any Blindness.

           Sooner or later... Everyone of Us will see the Light.
               For Everyone... is... the Light... disguised.

     And you know Muranda...
             even after a million lifetimes...
                      in the Darkness of Ignorance...
             the Light... which is Love... is still brand new.

                                        Everybody will find it...
                                   for it is the Eternal Flame within.

        Within you... within the Soul you are...
                  the Light never completely disappears...
                                      for you are an Eternal Being.

              You are God in Learning... God is Consciousness.

          You are Consciousness.        You are  a  Consciousness.

                         YOU ARE GOD PERSONALIZED.

                                  God is You... as the person you are.
                                         You are God... as You.

                    God is the Universal Mind... loving.

         We could also say... God is Love... minding the Universe.

     You are this Universal Mind.
                  However... what you know of this Mind...
                                          is what you know as Muranda.

              To become aware of the Totality of this Mind...
                     is what you and I are working on.

     Excuse me Muranda... sometimes I get lost in words.
         You see... talking about God is useless and a bit stupid.
             God is above talk... above words...
                               God is even above thoughts.
                                          God can only be experienced.

     Anyway Muranda...
          within a lot of people... God is in temporary hiding...
                    and covered up with Ego and Garbage.

               This Garbage... is ... the Way of the World...
        with all its Stupidity... Ignorance... Beauty... and Wisdom.

                            The funny part is...
                  that whatever the Way of the World is...
                        it's the Way of God anyway.

         For God is Everything... including what people call Evil.

     God is even this rattling bus.... loaded with people who are God.

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     Hank got off the bus... and waved again.
           He started to whistle and disappeared in the crowd.

                   I just sat there again... stunned... and mystified.
                        Some of what Hank said...
                               was just too deep to remember now.

         I tried to make some notes right then...
                        but soon I got lost in words and thoughts.

                 I probably would do better at lunch time.
          I have to create some kind of sphere before I can write.

     I feel that I... and the Ways of the World...
                       are pitted against... Hank and the Ways of God.

                    I feel that Hank is going to win...
              but I'll be damned if I am going to surrender.

                     And then I think... if I am God...
                           I am going to win....

          I feel that Hank is a puzzle... I am supposed to solve.

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     Hank leaves the bus three stops before I do.
         But sometimes I'm lost in thoughts and forget to get off.

               I end up in a strange place...
                      and I am annoyed with myself.
                                     I blame it all on Hank.

           A little while later... I laugh about it...
                                           and I feel good again.

     I think that Hank is a Cosmic Weirdo or Magician...
                       for he has made at least two persons out of me.

         I am my old self when I am alone...
                           and a different self when I'm with him.

                 And when I write... I don't know who I am.

        Sometimes I find myself strange...
                             and I wonder whether that is possible.

                        I guess I don't know myself.

     The next day...
             Hank and I are waiting for the bus...
                                     and both of us are kind of quiet.

                Then I think about what Hank said yesterday.

          We talked about the Universal Mind...
                                   and about God being Everything.

     Before I know it... I blurt out this question...

                        Hank... is Mind the most important?

                                                 ... and here is Hank.

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       Muranda... Life is the Creator of Mind...
                                     and Mind is the Mirror of Life.

     Life... created the Mirror of Mind...
                      in order to see how it is doing.

                Mind is the Feedback or Reflection of Life.

      Life cannot know what it is without the Feedback of its Mirror.

               Life... is the Creator as well as the Created
                                     or
                       Life... is God as well as Man.

               Within Life... God and Man are Equal and One.

            Mind or Consciousness is the Instrument or Medium...
        through which Life recognizes itself... and improves itself.

      Life or Heart is the Creator... and Mind or Man is the Created.
               The Creator and the Created are Equal and One.

         So we could say... within the Oneness of Life...
                                      HEART IS GOD = MIND IS MAN.

     The True God of Man...
             lives in the Heart of all Beings.

                     While the Belief Systems of Man...
                              are nothing but a fiction of Man's Mind.

        In actuality...
             God is living Life as Man all throughout the Universe.

     God living as Man means...
                    that God enters the World of Man...
                                         by being born as one of them.

            You as a God Being... incarnate in the Form of Man.
               You are God in Flesh... thinking you are Man.

     Once you as a God Being become Flesh...
                the conditioning you receive from Mankind...
                               is the product of a World in Ignorance.

             The parents or educators of the new born...
                     might be the best people in the whole world...
                          but what they happen to believe in...
                                 is what you are taught.

             What you are taught...
                     could be the greatest nonsense in the world.
                                                   How would you know?

     To find out the Truth... about You and God...
                is what you as a God Being have accepted...
                                            by coming into this world.

     You are here... to find out...
                  what this world... and you...
                                        are really all about.

                                You are here... to find out the Truth.
                                        Or at least some of it.

           You are here... to slowly become Consciously Aware...
                      of your true Nature and Godness.

     The Task you have accepted by coming into this world...
          is Staggering... Tremendous... and overwhelmingly Beautiful.

          However... take all the time you need...
                        for Time is of your own making...
                              because you are the Dreamer of Time.

      You are an Eternal God Being and the Creator of Time and Space.
                 Time and Space are aspects of your Dream.

          They are not really Real... but you as a God Being are.

     The Task of finding out...
                       Who or What you really are...
                                       is of an unthinkable Greatness.

         However... many of us have made it...
             and the man people call Jesus is but one of them.
                                              There are many more.

         The World of Man lately...
                and I mean especially the last ages or so...
                                              has over-rated Mind.

                   We have become a Mind-Body-Generation.

         We sort of think that the Mind is the Saviour of the Body.
                      This naturally is pure nonsense.

              The Heart or Soul... has been forgotten about...
       and this lowered our Energies deeper into the Material Plane.

                 All this however... is a Planned Exercise.

     We have lowered ourselves so deep into the Material Plane...
                   that our True Nature or Godness has been forgotten.
                        This was necessary in order to get there.

                We are therefore in a State of Imbalance...
            which will be corrected in the following centuries.

     As I said before...
                  our daring endeavours on Planet Earth...
        are a Planned and Organized Expedition into the Physical...
                in order for us to experience our Creation.

     In other words...
                 all of us are here by our own free will...
       in order to experience what we as the Creator are capable of.

         Since this is so... I strongly suggest that you enjoy it.
              ! Life then... just as it is... is a Celebration !

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     Hank stopped talking... and just then...
                      I noticed that I was on the bus.
             I never noticed getting on again...
                           and I wondered how that was possible.

                   I must have been away... listening...
       for here I was... sitting in my favourite spot at the window.

                          Does Hank hypnotize me?

         I pondered about all this...
                           and Hank started to leave.

                He said... wake up Muranda...
                                   you have to get off pretty soon.
                                          Have a good day.

     I feel puzzled somehow... and troubled...
                   yet... I feel good and kind of happy.
                                      I seem to be split in two parts.

            Hank has an affect on me...
                    that seems to put me somewhere else.
                                I seem to become another person.
                                            Yet... I am me... I think.

     You know... I do not know who is crazy... Hank or I?
                                             Maybe I am the weird one?

                 Why do I feel different when I'm with him?
           Why does Hank talk to me?       Why don't I walk away?

                      And what really are his motives?

     Anyway... I have to get off the bus.
                           My stop is coming up.

              People look at me... and I feel their thoughts.

            What is this man to you?       He's too old for you.

                          That's what they think.

                Yeah... what is Hank to me... I don't know.

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     The notes I have made... are sure piling up.
             Sooner or later I have to quit... or write a book.

             First of all maybe... I should type them out...
                                          and see what they amount to.

     Hank's discussions are certainly interesting...
                            but who would want to read them?

                                       Anyway.. I'll see... who knows?

     Actually... the whole thing is kind of wacky.
              Who am I... to write about this talking Hank...
                                              or about his philosophy?

          On the other hand... it gives me an opportunity...
                    to practise my writing... writing feels good.

     The next day...
               Hank and I get on the bus... and it is loaded.
                       We're standing side by side...
                                  and his mouth is right above my ear.
                                          I can sure hear him.

          Hank smells like grass... it must be his shaving lotion.
                  We're standing in the middle of the bus.
                                                    It's kind of cozy.

     Slowly Hank starts to talk...
             and I just hang on to this bar and listen.
                        I look outside... but don't see a thing.

             Once in a while I look at Hank's face.
                                 It's awfully close... and strong.

                 His eyes are Hazel... and steady...
                           and then I'm lost in listening.

                                                   Here's Hank.....

                               - - - - - - -


     You know Muranda...
               in people's mind... in the past...
                            God used to be a Cruel Animal...
                                                God was really feared.

     I guess... people used to think of God...
                  as a Universal Bloody Beast... growling.
                                            They feared God like Hell.

     What Hell was like... nobody knew...
                               but they feared it anyway.

         On Sundays... most Religions made weasels out of people...
                but on week days people imitated their God.
                                                     They were brutal.

                     I guess there had to be a balance.

     In the past... people believed...
                         that Life was a tragedy...
                 and that the world was a valley of tears.
                             Their religion... was their tranquilizer.

                      To have a God that saved them...
             made them feel small... and good at the same time.

       What they had to be saved for... or from what... nobody knew.

     People thought that they were Sinners...
                         and that they were Filth in the Eye of God.
                                 Their Holy Book told them so.

          All this is pure nonsense naturally...
                                  for Life is a Bundle of Joy...
                           wrapped up in a Body of Beauty... laughing.

     People in the past...
           did not have the faintest idea...
                 that they were God... in the Beauty of Flesh.
                                   To think this way... was Blasphemy.

           People were made to believe...
                that God was some kind of Brutal Bastard...
                                          that could be insulted.

     Anyway... We are God in Skin.
                  We are God... alive... as Man or People.

           The trick is to get to know this as soon as possible.
                       This however... is hard to do.

           For as soon as we are born...
                        we are exposed to the Nonsense of Mankind.
                     Before we know how Mind works... we are polluted.

                          You see... THE MIND IS LIKE A COMPUTER.

     This computer however... only starts to work properly...
              after it has been overloaded by the Nonsense of Mankind.

              Finally it cuts right through all this Garbage...
                      and it begins to work perfectly.

                            It starts to sift the Lies from the Truth.

      You finally become sane then...
                       but everybody else calls you weird.

                                       Anyway... that's the way it is.

     You see Muranda...
               your Mind... your Soul... or your Computer...
                        has to experience or save...
                   all kinds of Nonsense first of all...
              before it finally starts to recognize the Truth.


                   Your Mind... or Soul... or Computer...
                           or the God You Are...
                      is what is born again and again.

     You as God are born as a new Personality or Character...
                               but with the same old Mind or Computer.

         The Nonsense in your Computer...
               has been collected there for eons and eons...
                    and forms your subconscious knowledge or bias.

          To clean out your Mind... and to awaken to the Truth...
                takes Time and Effort and could be painful.

     The process of living in the Flesh teaches us...
            how to convert Unconsciousness into Consciousness...
                     and after millions of years we become Self-Aware.

         Self Awareness means...
                     that you think... that you... are you.

                However the thought that you... are you...
                                         is a First Class Illusion.

                 For you... as you... do not really exist.

           Only the Universe or God does... and... YOU ARE THAT.

            This is what all the Great Masters have discovered.

                       ! I and the Father are One !

        Well... if the man Jesus said that... he's absolutely right.

     So... Mankind is on a Path of Evolution...
             which appears to be a very long process in time...
                       in which Unconsciousness becomes Consciousness.
                                  We are this Consciousness.

     When we eventually become fully Conscious...
          we have reached the Level of the Christ Consciousness...
                                 in which the Universe and we are One.

           In other words...
                       the Whole of Creation then...
                has become our own Being in Body and Spirit.

                     In this State of Consciousness...
            we can change Water into Wine... or multiply fishes.
                             Or raise the Dead!

     Anyway Muranda... after we become Self-Aware...
            we become Aware of Self... or ... of the God We Are.

                 ! It is a Quantum Leap in Consciousness !

            This is the Fourth Dimensional Level of Evolution...
                    and all of Us are on the same Path.


             WE ARE GOD... IN THE PROCESS OF SELF-RECOGNITION
                                    OR
                            WE ARE THE CREATOR
          IN THE PROCESS OF BECOMING FULLY AWARE OF OUR CREATION


     Right now however...
                you and I live on Earth...
                        in order to become fully Conscious...
                                     and sift the Lies from the Truth.

                 We do this... bit by bit... life by life.

     So... we all live in our own Creation...
                      in order to discover... that we are the Creator.

           But really Muranda... don't believe what I tell you...
                      because it is your privilege...
             to discover what is Garbage... and what is Truth.

                    I only would like to be your friend.

                               - - - - - - -


     Hank got off the bus...
              and I sat there feeling more stunned than ever.

         It was all very strange... the more Hank talked...
                                       the more I became confused.

     What Hank had said... flabbergasted me.
               Yet... deep down... it all made sense somehow.

        Could Hank possibly be right?    Are we God in the Making?
             My mind said... No .... and my heart said... Yes.

     Suddenly... I remembered my father's favourite saying...
        to judge anybody... or to judge the world... he would say...
           is trying to fit the whole Universe into a match box.

       And what he meant was naturally...
           that our own understanding was just not big enough...
                       to judge others or the ways of the Universe.

                    That is what I had done with Hank...
             I had judged him... and found him crazy and weird.

       I tried to fit Hank's Cosmic Philosophy in my Parochial Mind.
             I am sorry Hank... I've judged you... forgive me.

     I decided that the many things I didn't understand about Hank...
                    really didn't amount to anything...
               compared to the many things I liked about him.

        And you know... maybe weirdness is differentness after all.

     Hank is a beautiful person...
               and I cannot possibly compare or judge him...
                                by what I know... or feel to be right.

          However... what Hank says about the Ways of the World...
                        and about Ego and Garbage...
          was that his judgement... or is that the way things are?
                     I really don't know what to think.

     At work... the whole day I thought about Hank...
             and about what he had called... the Christ Consciousness.

             Would there be a State of Mind...
                              in which one could do Miracles?

        Are there indeed Great Beings or Magicians who can do this?
                     What about Moses and the Red Sea?

               Could the Whole of Creation be our own Being?

     A little voice within... said... Hank knows... Hank knows.
                                      He does not believe... he knows.

           Yet... one day Hank said to me...
                              I know that I don't know anything.

              I wish I could crawl into his mind and find out.

                               o o o o o o o


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