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      There is no God in religion. As soon as any true faith becomes organized it turns into tradition, rules, rituals, a code of ethics or morals. Even the words Moses got turned into a guide of living within society, albeit morally, but explained as simple and rational ideas that needed to be deciphered by the mind, the ego. We know not to kill because it “makes sense,” not to steal because there are negative consequences. Those are rules for living in a community to keep peace between neighbors and  that, yes, we should all follow, but they do not necessarily reflect God or help us understand Him and evolve our soul. In the teachings of Jesus, His words were a guide to living blissfully. He outlined the commandments that explain exactly how to be happy and live in harmony with God, for God, but the Christianity that has evolved since then is almost Godless in its analysis and misinterpretations of the religious texts.
      God is not rational. The things we accept with our minds are not a reflection of his words. God is not consciousness. There is no logic behind his creativity – yes, there is order: everything in life flows as it should, constructs and deconstructs in a precise manner from atoms to natural laws to events within and outside of time. But God is not matter. He is an incomprehensible Creator of all who is outside of the material system that is His creation. He is immaterial. The only way we can see Him is through the emotions and material manifestations through which he shows himself – humility, mercy, compassion, empathy, forgiveness, giving, of course love, creativity (the unconditional kind where we truly create something out of nothing for the sole purpose of creating.)
      The mind is the plaything of the devil. God is not present there nor ever was. The soul is through which He speaks to us – the conscience, not the consciousness. Many agnostics, atheists and those who are lost, impaired by religion, or those who simply cannot explain the unexplainable (rightfully so) refer to God as a universal consciousness. Yet this universal consciousness is simply the information field: an amalgamation of all information that was, is, and will be, tucked away at an energetic frequency that some may access. Some call it the Akashic Records – a place where records of all the planetary lives of souls are stored: their thoughts, words, and deeds. Many scientists get lost here because, energetically, they have access to this field as do many spiritual people and anyone who has reached a certain spiritual or intellectual level where God deems it appropriate to grant access to higher information. It is a place where the lives of our ancestors are written, the lives of the prophets, the great philosophers, writers, artists, inventors. It is the place where new ideas originate and taken from to serve humanity: the periodic table of elements that Mendeleev first discovered in his dream, division of the atom that Einstein naïvely handed over to warring governments, the statue of the molecule as it actually looks in 3D instead of the models that we use which Dali sculpted.
      All of this, God gives us, but it is not God. The only time He ever acted or thought as a human being was during the life of his son Jesus Christ, and even then we can’t imagine what went on within Himself and how much His soul acted more than His consciousness. His actions were always louder than His words, but He tried to communicate with humanity in a way we could understand: through the rational mind, through language. Many people today can’t understand how He could give His life in such agony, but wouldn’t you give your life for your children? Life is fleeting and only one step in the universal and immortal journey of the soul. Whether we come back to Earth in a new body or go on to learn and experience other realms, dimensions, and universes through our soul’s extension of material consciousness, it is still a process that lasts much longer than 100 years.
      God is simple in His genius. He does not hide in details or forbids us from knowing when we seek the Truth. He gives unconditionally, forgives unconditionally, and loves unconditionally. That is almost beyond our understanding and religious texts have marred this simple truth by forcing their ideologically set up laws and rules of human behavior. He rages when we let ourselves fall so deep into the devil’s snare because like any Father, He knows we are capable of greatness – He has created us this way – and while He has given us the greatest gift of all, our free will, He hopes that we will use it for good, to help our brothers and sisters and to come back to Him better, stronger, wiser, more loving, and emulating the qualities that He has instilled in us: those that He shows us everyday… as any Father would.

The first time I heard “Silence” remixed by Mt. Eden, I was surrounded by thousands of people, but the world I was slowly slipping into only held the dazzling inspirations of color. They danced around me, making me sway in a game of follow the leader. As I raised my arms in the air, the colors touched my fingertips, and my soul lifted up with the forceful beat of bass, like the rhythmic march of an army. The energy weaved itself through my essence and the darkness was held at bay by the melodic voice of an Angel.

Peace never made more sense.

I was no longer aware of my physical counterpart, but only the voice that was guiding me through the myriad of stars in the night sky. The soft grass beneath my feet was my last connection to Earth, the persistent beat from the stage amp moving me in fluid motions across the dark green field. I was sinking into the abyss of untamed emotions. Wave after wave of sound filled me, whirling me deep into the mystic world of my creation. The music began to gently fade, and with it the magic of the moment. My dance was ending and the people around me started coming back into focus. The lasers changed their direction as I began to hear the loud screams and whistles of the festival crowd. I felt the drops of water from the plastic bottle that flew past my head.

Someone lit a cigarette.

So this term I am taking a class called Writing Fiction. It’s basically a creative writing class and our professor has made us get books that have writing exercises in them. We’ve already done an exercise on writing 10 ‘1st’ sentences, a flash fiction inspired by an Edward Hopper painting, and this week we’re writing a piece about a game (twister, soccer, whatever). These have already opened up my writing style so much that I wanted to share these improvements with you guys.

In general, I’d like to expand my blog, not just to represent the philosophical aspect of myself, but all the other aspects – me as a writer, me as a dreamer, me as I AM.

So this was my first piece, and I hope that some of you take on this prompt and maybe post a short story on your blog. Let me know if you do!!!! Leave me a link or something.

Begin a story by: “The first time I (or NAME) heard (NAME OF SONG by SPECIFIC ARTIST or GROUP), I (or NAME) was down/up/over/at PLACE and we were doing ACTION.”

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