The Voice of God: Why Now and What It Means to Speak for the Divine

Two weeks ago, after being pushed into clarity about what it means to be and relay The Message of the thing that is larger than us, I began asking, "Why now?"

Why, after centuries of spiritual teachers, visitations and variations of channelers of Seths and Rajs and Mohammad and Sakyamuni and Jesus popping in and out of people's lives through A Course in Miracles and regular ol' miracles and so, so much more in 800+ languages, millions of people's experiences and expressions and definitions of truthiness or Truth? Why now? What makes now the time that I'm pushed to be something like another voice in the noise?

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I've already been told the, "Why me." I'm still not so sure I believe that I actually chose to do this because that'd make me a lot less smart than I like to think myself to be. But because arguing with God is like arguing with a toddler, I have accepted that as yet another truth I don't understand. It does make some kind of sense when paired with what I've said before, "...those of us who are this way only agree to be God’s tool, The Mechanism for Him/Her, when we are alive and breathing and kicking and screaming in the midst of life and must consciously and consistently make the choice to give ourselves over to something larger than our ideas of self, our ideas of control, no matter our faith or doubt." Or we do really sign a contract without reading the fine print of the terms and conditions of how conditions will suck. Either way, here we are. "Tag, you're it," All Things seem to say whether I want it, believe it or not.

When I wrote Why You, I had settled on an understanding that God chose me to answer the Prayer, "Save my Daughters." What I wrote then was: "I've realized that the above isn't merely part of the answer, it's the answer. Someone, somewhen, I'm presuming God, of course, decided that it was time to 'save my daughters'. And, at some point, perhaps before I was born, perhaps since, He/She decided it was going to be me that does that. I've been created in this way to answer the universal prayer of, "Save my Daughter". The same question that individual mothers, particularly those with brown skin, have asked millions of times around the globe has been brought to me as a seat of faith and hope in the prayer being answered." I was wrong.

I wanted this unfolding to fit into a neat narrative for so many reasons. I wanted this to be the thing that made it all make sense; to know that God had seen the women & girls who'd been disappeared and dropped into dirt and ash and that they mattered, that even their bones' call to home matters. And had sent someone to do something about it. I wanted my work and steadfastness and shit-pot stirring and bullets headed in my direction to matter. I wanted to matter to something or someone and I'd settle for it being God. Except that's not what this is about. This is not about us wanting our own narratives to be upheld as The Truth.

There are tens of thousands of God-stories filtered through billions of experiences, then filtered yet again through human-designed systems of much-desired order across 30,000+ years about what God is and isn't (or can't possibly be), might be, or ought to be. Each of those experiences and expressions have been useful and hope-filled and nurturing until they weren't. Each spoke to individuals and communities, created bonds and borders, blessings and comfort when blessings and comfort did not seem bountiful.

The stories that we've been told about God have met with knowing God much like two rams heads. And, because of that, every time I landed at 'why now,' I was befuddled. What I know solidly about God is that a: there's nothing human about it and, b: because there's nothing human about it, there is zero judgment. None. Zippo. Zilch. No sin, no revenge, no punishment, no karmic payback. Jesus chose crucifixion to prove it but, boy howdy, the fixation has been on the opposite ever since. So, if there's no judgment, there are no favorites. So, if there is no judgment or favorites, it doesn't matter who does what to whom or how on our tiny blue marble in the middle of a very large universe.

However, even knowing that didn't stop me from starting at the lowest common denominator and asking a series of questions that went something like this:

• Is it about the sexual abuse of women and girls? No.

• Is it because of the climate crisis? No.

• Is it because of the wars? No.

• Is it because greed of man? No.

• Is it because it's just time? No.

• Is it because religions have missed the mark? No.

  
  

Each of these & others asked around human behavior was met with a firm no. So I went back to the definitions I use of Consciousness and God (come to by a very similar inquiry process) and sat in that until more questions rose:

• Is it because there's not enough love? Yes, but...

• Is it because there's so much fear? Yes, and...

• Is it because of things that don't actually include us? Yes, and!

• Is it connected to the idea within me that we're infinitesimally small pieces of something so much greater than any of these ideas? Yes! And!

That last 'and' was a push to hold off before going deeper. To go deeper means to go broader, to entire into The Entirety which I don't have the capacity to do without help from others. To do that I need absolute silent stillness and a physical partner to guide me back to the physicality of the practical world. And those just aren't available to me for the foreseeable future.

However, touching the edges of this in conversation with the depths of internality, what follows are the best words that I have to convey why now, why All Things have chosen this very specific time to bring about a very specific thing.

We humans are not isolated. Though sometimes, some people can grasp our connection to what we've separated out as Mother Earth, even that is profoundly limited and limiting. Generally, speaking with a rather large brush, we do not even understand our entwined nature within what we call Nature so cannot grasp that we're intimately woven into all the things we cannot see. When faiths and daily-living rhythms were wrapped up in the ebbs and flows of the natural world, we came closer than we are now but even then, we couldn't understand entirely.

We’re integrated into a larger, ever expanding, whole that we can and cannot see. The whole that we may want to perceive and can imagine is part of another whole, a whole that cannot be conceived of knowing what we know even now with the assistance of magnificent telescopes that travel universe. That whole contains it's own life forms, most of which we'll never be able to perceive or imagine. (I feel the need to add a reminder of the definition of 'life-form': Every.single.thing--seen and unseen--is a life-form. There is nothing of creation that is not a life form. Our opinions on the matter don't matter to That Which Creates All.TheThings)

Within that potential and ever-expanding infinite, we are connected to every.single.thing. The connections are not conveniently mapped or drawn or related to dimensionality or the lack thereof. There are no convenient ley lines. There is absolutely nothing related to the human expression of 'organization' that can make it all make sense though, bless us, we try.

We are so much smaller than our hubris. There is nothing beyond what we create that bends to us. Nothing. There is no knee to be bent, no ego beyond our own. What there is is the awareness of the impact on those things that are connected to us. And that is why now.

Circling back to definitions, I separate (Yes, I know. Ironic, right?) Consciousness and God. In my sharing, Consciousness is an energy, it is of all energies, with a singular focus on creation. Every atom, space between atoms; every iteration of expansion is and is from That singularity within which we exist. Consciousness is not conscious in the way define it. Consciousness is not aware of itself or you or me or the atoms, amoebas, ants or antelope. It merely creates and keeps creating, endlessly expansive and expressive.

God, though a part of Consciousness in the same way we are, has a different and singular focus. That focus is love and the expansion of love, the creation and perpetuation of itself--love. It merely is, only is, love, and seeks to continue it's isness. Our definitions of it are not it. The butterflies in the belly that inspire partnership and procreation, the awe that stems from the eyeballs and brain approximating and bringing together beauty? Not it. Those are limited expressions of something far bigger that only a few of us get to experience in our lifetimes.

That love is not human, does not have human personality, ideas or ideals or fancies or projections or rejections, but like Consiousness and viruses seeks expression. It cannot be severed, there is no end-point of it, and it has no limit....except through us.

Of all the species, over all the eons, across all the light years, we are the only species that--by choice--limits the expression of God, that does not attend to it. It's the attending to love that expands it. That's it. We don't often do that. In the admonitions from The Highest (using it's phrase, not mine) to me a few weeks ago: "DON'T LIMIT ME," were not merely to me as I navigated money-stuff. It was direction for all of us.

Here's what I mean by that: There never was a direction to obey, to worship, to tithe with anything other than attending to love. That's it. "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind" is Biblical and reportedly was quoted from Jesus; the man, they myth, the legend hisself (and he confirms in conversation that he did, indeed, say it). That's it. In all his three-ish years publicly preaching, that's the first nugget. There were only three. Each alone was shocking in their divergence from historical faith practices (and each together tied with the politics of the time, absolutely shit-pot stirring within governing communities).

Man, oh man! It'd be so simple if God would come through and say something like, "Thou shalt not fuck children," "Thou shalt not build concentration camps (or kennels)," or "commit genocide or femicide or rape or murder people to fuel greed or promote harm and let my name come out your mouth." Not that we would listen because, bless us, people are people-y and we do those things. I imagine Moses was hopeful that people would fall in line--especially those he didn't like and judged--when he wandered down a mountain with his own version of The Message. That's not how any of this works--even when folks are threatened with a wrath of God (which is not how any of this works). Because we're nothing if not continually people-y.

It's only my lack of imagination at this point that can create an answer to 'why now'. Maybe we've reached an era where humanity's insistence on not loving directly impacts the Creator and Creation and those things that we cannot see---which can't be true if the definitions even I use for God are true. Maybe we're at a tipping point where actively engaging in love saves more than Mother Nature.

Maybe there's no consequence for anything at all for continuing to live in our perpetual people-y way. Maybe life will just keep life-ing and we'll drive ourselves into nothing but the same. Maybe our fear of Other instead of knowing there is No Other is killing or harming more than just us, limiting more than our own greed and gusto for more, more, more.

Maybe, though, it's just time for a reminder that 'the greatest love of all does exist' and does so beyond our paltry language and manipulation of it.

However, Why Now wasn't the correct question. When the question was shortened to a simple "why," here was the response:

The Power of God through the human voice is a manifestation of the answer to prayer, "Hear me, our lord. Hear me, oh lord." This is the response to that call. So many do not understand that prayers are heard and prayers are answered. However those that are answered are only those seeking the return to love for that is the 'job' of God, to always open into love, the seeking of love and the welcoming to love...

The space between the Word and the individual who hears the words gives room for space for the growth into it. The vibration of the words, from the voice to the human ear is the original psalm, the original song of songs, far from the imaginings of 'om'.

The Voice of God from a human removes the remove, the space between to hear is to touch and be touched by that which cannot be seen. You are this thing, you're not being forced, you're being forged. Each iteration of Us, has been forged in the same capacity. Submersion is not submission, it is that partnership that you've questioned in the past.

Because it's the Voice that we instinctively know and trust when we hear it. And more need to hear it through the Noise. You're not adding noise, you're creating resonance with me for everyone. This is why.

So speak, so write: same, same.

Since I'm in the midst of the experiment of believing everything that comes to me, as it comes to me then, well, hear we are and here I am as the Before there was, I was.