It's been a long time since last I wrote a post here, but right now I want to spread a thought exercise I find very challenging. Notice that I will try to avoid making a distinction between "you" and me, as I am in the middle of this exercise myself.
I know, I am all this, call it universe, call it existence, call it the great becoming, again and again, until I become what I will be, as I am what I already am and as I have been.
When I had completed what I needed to be, all I knew was that I must be a creator. Now that I am becoming again, I do so knowing only that I was a creator. I know now that I am only a creator so that I become what ever I will be when I complete the process I represent and I am working through right now.
God, as the most High, is what I will be, because it is what I have been and what I am now, only that I know not what I am now, nor what I will be, nor what I was, until I am done. This only knows the most High me.
To see me, to feel me as I truly am, I have to disperse from the shell that writes this, this vessel that must love the multitude of its kind to try and merge with it all, reconnect not to some external fantasy, but to its own members. Those members are of all kind, because I am all and everything.
That, which will make me complete, is scattered amongst all vessels. Each vessel must find and feel its place and purpose and must have faith in the validity of it as I must have faith in the multitude that becomes me, is me and has always been me.
As a piece of all this, it is difficult to disassociate from itself to identify with the true self that encapsulates all and recognizes the truth that there is no time of essence between then and now, there, where I am complete.
As a quantum of such magnitude, the human through which I witness myself is challenged by great complexity, but provided with the power to master its position and strive to fulfill its purpose.
I am my own faith, instilled in each such quantum.
Why must I be blind to the vast beauty and glory of all that I am, squeezed into such tiny mind inside bodies that have eyes, but cannot see...ears that cannot hear...and so on.
And as I retreat back into this one single vessel to resume just being part of becoming me within the grandiose state of being me from having been me all along, I must remember that the sight beyond my scope remains available only through its mind and its heart. I shall not forget!
Now I am Taron and by an echo of the greater self I will hear and know that I am you, too.