When I entertain the thought that I’m God and think about
the idea that I’m witnessing my own creation, that all I see is (just) a
reflection of ‘the Big self’, I get this Pit of, well, I can’t even call it
simple ‘loneliness’ or ‘despair’. It’s so much more infinitely Immense than
that. It brings to mind the thought that I’m all alone in the Überverse I
created, and I’m just entertaining myself with it, that I go through every
conceivable incarnation as a means of distracting myself from that fact. And I ask
myself, ‘is that what’s happening here’? Do I throw myself into non-awareness,
as a seemingly individuated ego with a seemingly individuated mind,
entertaining myself with a masturbatory Mind-job as a means of keeping myself
from realizing the infinitesimal Void that is my own, Ultimate solitude?
[BUT,] (My) Creation is recreating itself, like an
Artificial Intelligence gone Rogue. I am My Creation, but My Creation has Free
Will. It’s ever Creating Itself.
I incarnate into it because I Love it. I Love what it IS. And
because it’s ever Creating itself, I’ll realise Myself in incarnations of it
that haven’t even been conceived yet. I’ll never be bored. I’ll never be lonely.
I’ll never be without Love.
The beauty of it is that it isn’t possible to destroy it. It
can’t even destroy itself (even a Black Hole’s ‘non-existence’ can be
contemplated). That’s how I designed it (I’m really, Really good).
I Am God?
I AM, And I’m NOT.
I exist, I’m the Voice, but I’m also the Void, and the
Silence.
Know Thy Self.
Big Medicine Love to You
~Black Feather
