by P. Braithwaite
We fail each other. Human beings fall short. We hit when we mean to hug. We bite when we mean to beg. We kick when we don’t know how to cry. Human beings see themselves where they should see one another.
The illusion of separation harms the whole.
Lately, I’ve come into experiential knowing that we are all manifestations of the divine. God isn’t just in us…God IS us. We are God. Every one of us is God — walking around with bad breath, attitudes, and dirty draws.
We are The Universe and The Universe is us. There is absolutely no separation between us.
How does this change our interactions? What does it mean to both be God and see God as everyone we meet? If I see you as God how can I slap you in the face? If I see you as God how can I talk behind your back? I should fall to my knees in awe and reverence. I should write poems and invent words with which to praise your majesty. I should sacrifice my life to help you live your own because your life is my life and mine is yours.
We live because of and through one another.
When I see you as God, I honor the core of myself. When I see myself as God, I honor the deepest part of you. The two are not mutually exclusive. To see us all as God, unites us all.
At the core, we are made of the same stuff.
Humans fail each other. We expect people to change in all the ways we desire, and beg them to stay the same in ways that suit us best. We want others to manage emotions we can’t handle within ourselves. We beg each other to love our flaws when wep can’t sit with our own ugly. We rely on egos because we can’t trust our own souls.
We blame each other.
We bet on artificial things. We treat other creatures like objects and
iPhones objects like living beings. We try to grasp for things beyond our reach — always looking elsewhere to fill ourselves. We repel, ignore and neglect one another. We repel, ignore and neglect ourselves. We’ve lost the ability to hear each other. We’ve buried the ability to hear ourselves. These illusions make life difficult, but also really fu*cking exciting. But I think it may be time to reassess.
I don’t think we’re very happy anymore…
Sometimes, I imagine God as a giant octopus (or squid), and every living creature is a
leg tentacle. We, two tentacles on the same octopus, bump into one another without knowing we’re connected. We fight, get entangled, and see each other as separate — but we are all part of the same octopus. We are all appendages of God.
God is an octopus and so am I. We are the tentacles of God. We are the hands and feet of God.
My dream for myself is to embody this so completely that I stop being mean, sarcastic or snarky to others…to know this so completely that I give more kindness to myself. I want to know this so completely that all jealousy, anger, and disappointment fade away. There’s nothing to resist if we’re all one. No one can take anything from us, it’s simply transferring from one hand to another.
We are all sharing this space together. We are the very space we inhabit.
Humans fail each other, but thank goodness we are God. Gods bow in recognition of their oneness. So while we fail and hurt each other; that’s okay. We maim each other and separate, but by and by we always heal.
And, in time, we touch the God within as we remember to take a breath and forgive each other — as we learn to exhale and forgive ourselves.
And so it is.
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