“God is one. And he that is one is nameless; for he does not need a name, since he is alone. . .. All things have been derived from One ..?”
The idea of oneness is next to impossible to grasp because we live in a world of contrasts, and contrast requires more than one element. So here we are, persistently in our world of twoness. How can we grasp the idea of oneness in the world of nonbeing that we occupied before we came into beingness? One way might be to think of our fingers, legs, arms, toes, and eyes: We don’t think of them as separate entities from our total being. We don’t refer to our fingers as being separate from ourselves. Even though they have their unique qualities and character, they’re part of the oneness we refer to as ourselves. So it is with our relationship to Source or God before we came into this world- in that world, which I’m calling our “Fromness,” we and God were one.
The “Living Bread” to me, is the connection, relationship, and love. It’s not the literal “eating” of the flesh, it is “becoming” the flesh by becoming “Amadeus”.
God’s love. Amadeus is a masculine name of Latin origin meaning “loved by God” or “love of God.” It is derived from the Latin words amare “to love” and Deus meaning “God.”
Amadeus, being a lover of God, and loved by God, is gender neutral.
I’ve been having conversation in my head with the “Essence of my Essence”, the One who gifted me life when mine adversary attempted time, after time, to strip it from me. God. As I know Him.
I woke last night for a late night malted milk ball snack and through my mind ran the words, “Flesh of my Flesh.”
When a benevolent god or godlike figure chooses a lesser being to speak for them, their reasons for doing so will vary. Sometimes they’re not omniscient enough to work alone. Sometimes, they’re so alien they can’t talk well to humans. Sometimes, whatever they have to say will be more palatable or plausible coming from a fellow human. Sometimes, the emissary themselves is special in some heretofore-unknown way. Or, maybe the god just wants their calls screened.
Whatever the reason, the emissary will rarely be grateful for the honor. Fits of existential frustration and insecurity are common — after all, what need does a god have for a human? Emissaries may also fear that they’ve gone insane, or be subject to assassination attempts by jealous dogmatists. Sometimes the god is temperamental, or drags them far from home. Frequently, such stories are focused on the emissary’s cross-purpose yet friendly relationship with the divine.
Emissaries are usually Badass Normal, protected only by “coincidence” or magic on loan from their god. Incorruptible Pure Pureness is, of course, a job requirement. An emissary’s Mission from God, if they have a specific one, is always diplomatic—anything else is a last resort. They may be nominated to inform the populace that God Is Displeased, or that trope may result from an emissary being ignored. Unwanted False Faith can also be a related trope, when the emissary’s audience is unable to see the forest for the trees. Usually this trope happens to mortals, but can occasionally happen to an angel or other less mortal race.
Super-Trope for The Chosen One, since this emissary doesn’t have to be foretold or born for the mission.
Looks like this trope but isn’t:Mouth of Sauron (the spokesman for an evil deity or organization who isn’t empowered to act independently or speak their own mind), Pals with Jesus (when the god wants companionship, not an employee), Seers/Oracles (someone who can see the future, and may or may not receive that power from a deity), Symbiotic Possession ( the god wants a collaborator and won’t do full-blown possession lasting more than an emergency few minutes), and Witch Doctor (a ritualist who compels higher powers to help them, instead of the other way around).
Yesterday I was driving home on the highway. Off to the right I thought I saw a dog (I’m always looking for strays on the highway in need of rescue).
I got closer to the animal and saw it was a big black kitty with a little white on its face. It was sitting there batting at something in front of it, I’m guessing a mousey.
Last night as I slept I recorded three things:
Synthesis Serendipity and God is playing with this one.
I remembered the kitty playing with the mouse from yesterday.
In my mind I see my King in His Lion form …
Casually swatting at whatever, or whoever, He’s playing with …
Grateful He is here!!!
Grateful for our wonderful family of Skillful, Willful, talents and knowing’s.
I find it fascinating that so many couldn’t comprehend the Most High is also the Lowest Low … Wholeness requires balance in all ways.