I hear people talk the glory of god, the majesty of god, they worship, that is, they admire and stand in awe of god. I see the gross crime of indoctrinating children into the idea that somehow humanity are walking disease carriers polluting the earth, that this planet would be better off without us. This is a grotesque lie.
I see people ashamed of their color, sex or lack of money, of who and what they are. They hate themselves. They think they are not enough. These are people who have had a spell cast upon their minds. They can't see clearly, forgotten who they are.
Satan remembers. He sees. And while He doesn't welcome our worship, He does want something from us. This something is very simple. He wants us to remember who we are.
We are not useless eaters, we are gods in the making.
We have every right to be here, to exist and by our existence the universe and the earth is made better.
We are not a curse, we are a blessing.
We are not the problem, we are the solution.
We are not lacking in anything, we have everything we need inside.
We are a work in progress, a masterpiece in the act of becoming.
We have forgotten how to see, to appreciate who and what we are. Satan wants us to break the chains that bind us and see again.
The universe may appear immeasurable and cold, yet we catch glimpses of its pure soul and caring in synchronicity and coincidence. These are connections, a web underlying and supporting the physical structure of reality, that act like the neural pathways of the mind. The andromeda system can exist out there and also, simultaneously, in the palm of our hand. We are connected. We are not something apart. These workings appear to us as mystery, perhaps even supernatural, but they are simply part of the greater reality of which sometimes, we catch glimpses.
Like a cat in the pound destined for destruction, afraid and alone. A volunteer takes its picture which finds its way into the inbox of the one person meant to see it, who recognizes the cat as the one for them and saves it from becoming a laboratory rat or destroyed. We may not be able to change the universe just yet, but we changed that little one's world.
I remember when my little one passed, I lost it like I never lost it in my life. I cried for three days. On the third day, Satan came to me and told me I was her miracle (as I was saying why didn't you give her a miracle?). She was gone 7 years, then returned to me a year ago.
Little miracles happen all the time, every day. We don't hear about these because the programming is full instead of fear and doom and gloom. This is by design, as people who are afraid are easier to control. Meanwhile, miracles happen. An 8 year old falls 14 stories. Somehow, miraculously, the screen on the window they fell through acts as a kind of parachute so when they hit the one tree below, it helps distribute the weight evenly, shields the child so the branches don't poke but rather, have just enough give that the tree literally catches the child who walks away unharmed from certain death.
When I was growing up, I had a couple of tree friends. One had branches made for climbing, to its very top, to a convenient fork that fit just right, so one had a secure and comfortable seat, could cloud watch in comfort, swaying with it in the wind, commune with it. Trees have a form of consciousness. Everything does. You can see the intelligence in an animals eyes, if you only care to look. The universe has a form of consciousness.
I believe there is an intelligence that cares; I know it's true, for the evidence is here before me in my mirror. We are the reflection of that from which we came, and WE care. As above, so below. The universe is larger and more mysterious than we can currently apprehend. And so, I say, are we. But this vastness lifts us up, it doesn't diminish.
In such an ever expanding universe, the notion of scarcity must be apprehended as an alien thing implanted into us from others who are without, as a means to control. Scarcity is not a natural part of our being.
The Gods we give worship to, the god without is a distraction. A clever bit of misdirection.
God IS great. God IS good.
There IS a higher power. This is the God to revere and turn to. That great good God....exists in YOU. This is why Satan says I am the one true god. He's setting an example. Pointing the way. He is Lucifer, the morning star, illumination and transformation. He is the green man, who brings regeneration and healing to the living world, understanding, bounty, harmony and healing. These qualities are all ours as well. He wants us to know this. All potential lies within and our quest is to reconnect, to follow our star, become the best expression of our selves we can become. This is our destiny, as individuals and as a species. We are meant for greatness, not slavery. We belong to ourselves and each other, but nobody owns us.
Besides the ability to create, to feel empathy is another gift. We're connected to this place, this planet, each other, this universe. We feel one another. We co-create. And when the sky is clear and the stars are out, we tilt our heads back...to stand in awe and marvel at the sheer beauty of it all. This world is inexpressibly glorious, as are we.
So, when you look at yourself next time in the mirror, remember. And know who you are. You are a spirit, a soul in a physical body. That body is made of stardust. To stardust it returns and arises again and again. You are the way by which an entire cosmos may stand in awe of itself, for you are not separate. You are not alone. You are not lost.
You are part of creation and creation is in you. And that galaxy is constantly bringing something new into being, constantly in the act of becoming.
Worship the creator that dwells within. Remember, you're something special, beautiful and uniquely yourself.
You're a star, baby. Follow that star.
Love and believe in yourself, always.
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