I’m like if god had fans and they were super annoying about loving anything that resembled , thus given that the world is made to the image of God— they mystify everything around them. Though they attempt to be full of peace and love, they’re a random young adultesque feminized body, and they cannot separate themselves from this experience. Despite the endless cycle of ego death attempts, this hypothetical spiritual consciousness is a carnal creature with animalistic traits and so they sin, a lot. Sometimes aware of it, sometimes not. Ironically, they miss the point the harder they try to show the world and prove themselves worthy. Doing the only thing they were asked, they live— All while, finding ways to be expressively corny about life, they live and vow to do so until the day God brings them back to life. Like if god had a silly little follower who got excited about being made of God, but still so human and tiny. I am like a little soul who learned microscopical pieces of liturgy, who was taught to dig for the deeper meaning of the things that transcend language. Running with the findings in my arms, I am nothing but convinced of the love the world has. I know this is true because I have felt God through endless forms of love. Through people, through animals, nature, through the water, even through the fire & all the aching weights of the earth.
I know God is real even when I lack ordinary ways to encompass such greatness.
I am alive, and I am random, and I have encountered endless fated synchronicities, and I have felt all kinds of things for all kinds of people. I have woken up after my body has been so tired. I have gone to bed after exhausting endless days. I have loved despite swearing I won’t allow myself the vulnerable privilege of risking hurt again.
It’s silly, to call myself a fan of God; God doesn’t need fan nor are they needed because the separation is only an illusion.
the religion and the idols, the fluff and the industrialization of organized spiritual economies… all an illusion alike.
god doesn’t need me as a fan, I am god myself… in a microcosm way. But I so desire to vow my whole existence to God. What a miracle to open my throat and my heart and my eyes to the heavens of this earth, to do it every second of my years.
I trust God, only because it is the simplest truth, that I am alive and here and that I will die and cease to exist.
Undeniably, I devote all of my awareness to honoring this simple truth for as long as I enjoy its miraculous gift.
So, I am not veraacammi or any other identifying label, I’m not my adjectives or even my biological composition… I am some kind of expressive consciousness that moves and shifts and is not permanently located… The Omni that transcends all time and space, could only be the highest all-encompassing consciousness, the Unity of the all, every reality at once, the only One. God.
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