Sometimes we lose sight of the sheer unprecedentedness of our awareness. We are aware. It’s a worthy subject of reflection. Some would say, perhaps, that at one point in “time” there was no such thing as awareness, and somewhere along the way, there was. Thinking this way causes my neurons to enter states of quantum superposition… and get stuck. I can imagine unawareness, somehow. As if it existed, and maybe still exists. I know that seems an oxymoron, but I daresay most all of us can all relate to the human experience of being born- of a first memory. A beginning.
At some point, for the vast majority of us, there is a discontinuity we feel at the very onset of whatever we think we are right now, that looks and tastes a whole lot like emptiness. Out of nothing at all, seemingly, there came something.
(Has every possible form of awareness been aware already? Or are we making this up as we go? I think there is something limitless and perhaps open-ended about this whole Creation gig. Another subject…)
Another one that makes my neurons go all into rapt catatonia is the answer that eventually comes to a question about Creation that goes something like this: why is it ultimately good? That’s a half-hearted way of stepping up to the plate and saying, is Creation even good in the first place?
I mean, God is great and loving and wise and powerful, but… was that a choice? Leaving aside for a moment the question about whether my belief in God is even valid, the question about whether or not God had a choice leads to corollaries like… did God have a bad attitude and create a buhjillion awful universes before the systematic genius logician in him finally realized there were certain principles, the adherence to which would provide the best possible outcomes? Did God discover Love? If so, did it exist prior to that Discovery?
These are the questions of a separated mind, by the way. They are the questions of a mind that hasn’t yet accepted the inevitability of the Truth within it. Such minds think like this all the time. They think, the cookie could crumble in any direction here folks. Haven’t you read the story of Schroedinger’s Cat? The answer you’ve been waiting for, however, the one that causes my brain to enter previously unmapped states, is that there was never, ever, ever, ever a moment in which Love began, or was invented. There was never a little bit of awareness that went up to the drawing board and flow-charted or sketched up a new invention called Love. There was never an Act of Congress that said, Yup. Good one. We’ll be that from now on.
Never. Love is not the product of design.
If your brain is not growing warm, you may not be with me yet. Let’s restate the Truth in multiple forms that mean the same thing for a few sentences. Love exists and always has existed and you can’t reach back and find that point of Beginning for Love like you can your individual personality. Love never didn’t exist. The possibility of Not Love never existed, and was never subsequently overcome by Love.
Another way to say this: Love is not the product of a choice. That always puts my neurons into auto-de-fibrillation.
How great is that!? We can’t even stick that one in our heads and reflect on it. Not really. You get vertigo, feel like you’re going to pass out, and then you get serious about having your blood pressure checked. Snap! That fast.
Love is not the product of a choice.
That means it’s Real with a capital R. Everything that is the product of choice is flimsy. We know that. But Love is not the product of choice. And this Christ business? It’s about accepting this realization, and allowing it to be the foundation of who we are. I think this is why Jesus said in both A Course in Miracles and A Course of Love words to the effect that “there is nothing we need to do”. Love is. We exist. We are Love. We can’t do anything to make this so. We can’t do anything to unmake this. We can entertain beliefs to the contrary, and simmer in their effects in this temporal experience, but those experiences don’t change the fact that Love is.
Well, yeah, but God didn’t have to come up with you or I did She? Maybe Love is real, but maybe we’re just temporary figments… What can be made can be unmade, no? Maybe we’ll just dissolve back into nothingness… This is how beings who haven’t accepted the inevitability of the Truth within delay its acceptance.
(You’re aware, aren’t you?)
(Sometimes we lose sight of the sheer unprecedentedness of our awareness.)
(Sometimes we lost sight of the fact that Love is without precedent. It is a commonality worth reflecting upon. May your neurons quiver in indeterminate states of grace.)