If this world is not an accident- the fortuitous product of its own basic uncertainty, or strictly speaking the ramification of a series of serendipitous oscillations in a quantized electromagnetic field- well, then it must be on purpose. We are left with no acceptable alternatives.
Well… it could have been a mistake, but that is a scenario we hardly ever entertain. That would really be a head-scratcher wouldn’t it? To have been brought into existence as the work of a great and vast Awareness, albeit the nervous type who inadvertently spin off worlds when caught off guard, is just no good at all. It would go something like this. God, in the throes of learning His trade, is sitting at the work bench with His magnifiers on, etching a world onto a grain of cosmic rice, completely in a flow state, when the front door whips around on its hinges as if Thor is practicing the hammer throw on the front porch. BAM!
The rice grain goes flying, cleaved in two, the small half sticking to the ceiling. “Je-sus Christ!”
Whoops… The sound of angels hitting a high note with impeccable harmony. There’s a world… Oh, boy…
Jesus is caught flat-footed by his Father’s glare, which is streaming like infrared beams over the top of the magnifiers.
Young Rumi and Hafiz, a little preoccupied with an incessant whirling competition they can never seem to be without, crash into their friend in the foyer, giggling, as the boy Buddha, ever observant, neatly sidesteps the three car pile-up and says, “What’s up, Mr. Maker? You got any new ideas?”
God sighs. He can’t stay angry for long. “Come close boys. Let’s take a look at what I’ve just done. Jesus- you know not to surprise me like that while I’m working…”
They all peer over the rim of the world.
“Wow…” “Cool…” “I wish I could live there…”
God chuckles, looking at the sight of happy children- usually it’s just stars and space, maybe some weird-shaped rocks, but they love it every time. Then He leans over and takes a look…
This one is a little different. Something out of the ordinary. They watch, as something skitters across the sand. “Look!”
“What was that!?”
“Let’s go boys!” One by one, they dive into the world. God, too…
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Maybe it could work…
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What I like of this little escapade is that God dives in, too. God is touched, surprised, intrigued by what has come into existence. I’m not saying that is an accurate or complete description of the state of affairs, but I’m also saying the notion of a God who already knows everything at the level of what television shows will be on the air next season may not be entirely accurate. God will be there when they air. God will be there when they are conceived. God will be with each viewer. But still… it might have a Life of it’s own… This is ongoing. We live within the moment of Creation.
I like the feeling this idea engenders within me- the notion that Creation isn’t done yet, the notion that it’s an outpouring with no end in sight. It’s like the instant you try riding the bike without training wheels the first time. It’s a little loosey-goosey. You feel caught in between states, like you’re suspended on a chair with four legs, one of which is a tad too short. The experience has been freed of a few parameters you once thought were vitally important: such as the idea that God knows precisely what’s going to happen next. Maybe She doesn’t. Maybe we don’t, either. Maybe no one does. How would that be?
That feels ecstatic to me right now. Being part of something like that feels like being up to divine work.
For some, however, I acknowledge this could feel scary, just as launching across the pavement on two in-line wheels without a pair of stabilizers could be too much to take on some days. If you remove the training wheels, something awful could happen. This whole thing could go right off the rails. Isn’t that how we think? What is the difference between being excited about not knowing what comes next and being panicked about it?
The difference is knowing the only thing that matters: there is only Love.
Let’s drop the concept of God altogether, or if you insist, I’d like to suggest we borrow the concept Jesus offers in A Course of Love, which is the notion that God is the Relationship of all things to all things. Maybe we can just say Love, though technically in ACOL sense, God is more like Love with a plot, Love stirred up and boiling over in funky shapes. To know that One is Love, and there is no other One, and there is no Other Love, is to know everything. Nothing else can ever exist. It is the Knowledge that no event or circumstance could ever change your Reality. This is shockingly good feeling, and it keeps going to work on us… We never get to the end of it. It is like delicate snow falling through the mind that perpetually falls, and never grows deep… Each flake is a holy Idea… A saving grace… A quantum of healing…
When this realization sets fire to your mind, you cannot help it: you want to tell somebody about this. Have you heard?!
I think we live in the midst of the telling.
We are whispering it to each other. This is our holy work, and Meaning comes from telling our piece. You have a piece no one else has, and it is important you allow it to be told. You have a piece to heal no one else can heal, and it is important you allow it to be healed. I think this is what we are up to, and I think it goes somewhere, but it’s a lot like tying a rock around your waist and jumping off a steep mountain that goes all the way up. You can give up the worry about hitting the ground.
So, as we were saying, this Creation business… It was no accident. It looked up its sleeve and found a big fat Nothing, and pulled out a rabbit. There’s just no end to what comes next.