The Infinite alone exists and is Real; the finite is passing and false.
The Original Whim in the Beyond caused the apparent descent of
the Infinite into the realm of the seeming finite. This is the Divine
Mystery and Divine Game in which Infinite Consciousness for
ever plays on all levels of finite consciousness.
I am Infinite Consciousness, inter-penetrating and transcending all
states of limited consciousness. The most primal and the most
final categories of consciousness—say a stone or a saint - are
equidistant from me, so I am equally approachable by all. I am the
Way.
Unwavering loyalty to the Way is the real remedy for the sickness
of impressioned consciousness. Some of my lovers, owing to
fluctuating faith, fail to understand this and run hither and thither
for Freedom. For me it then becomes a matter of retrieving them,
and others wonder why I give so much attention to these people.
A child has many toys, and it likes to play with some more than
with others, and one is so dear that he won't part with it even
when he goes to bed. If someone snatches away a favourite toy
he must get it back, and if one gets broken he demands that it be
mended; he will not be consoled with another even more costly
one.
It is the same with me. I am a child whose playground is the
universe. All beings and things are my toys in my divine Game—
compared with my being and power all are inanimate toys—but they are toys which I
inspire with my life-giving love.
All are equally me and I reside in each always, but some are
dearer to me, and if one of these is taken from me I must get him
back. And others have no right to wonder why I show so much
concern for this one.
The Original Whim in the Beyond caused the apparent descent of
the Infinite into the realm of the seeming finite. This is the Divine
Mystery and Divine Game in which Infinite Consciousness for
ever plays on all levels of finite consciousness.
I am Infinite Consciousness, inter-penetrating and transcending all
states of limited consciousness. The most primal and the most
final categories of consciousness—say a stone or a saint - are
equidistant from me, so I am equally approachable by all. I am the
Way.
Unwavering loyalty to the Way is the real remedy for the sickness
of impressioned consciousness. Some of my lovers, owing to
fluctuating faith, fail to understand this and run hither and thither
for Freedom. For me it then becomes a matter of retrieving them,
and others wonder why I give so much attention to these people.
A child has many toys, and it likes to play with some more than
with others, and one is so dear that he won't part with it even
when he goes to bed. If someone snatches away a favourite toy
he must get it back, and if one gets broken he demands that it be
mended; he will not be consoled with another even more costly
one.
It is the same with me. I am a child whose playground is the
universe. All beings and things are my toys in my divine Game—
compared with my being and power all are inanimate toys—but they are toys which I
inspire with my life-giving love.
All are equally me and I reside in each always, but some are
dearer to me, and if one of these is taken from me I must get him
back. And others have no right to wonder why I show so much
concern for this one.
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