Mythical Conversations // God Descends As A Woman

Part 3: Fractals Of God

~ Part 3: Fractals of God ~

God, the big guy in the sky, pure ether source consciousness, was lighting up again, which means he was forming a circular breath technique from his air, unto his air, creating a synthlike wave of airs, like a whirlpool (I know I’ve made that metaphor before, but that’s how one could picture it), like the storm clouds that form over head sprinkling the Earth with fresh dewdrops and purifying nourishment for the plants kingdom to thrive after God’s had a particularly serendipitous revelation or thought process. 

It occurs to me,’ he thought to himself, ‘That the way that I invented anything at all was through the processes of supply and demand. That is, there was a vacuum, and any true vacuum is going to attract variables to it. But it is a vacuum for a reason; it is a spinning cyclone disallowing the receptivity to gifts, to that which is needs, for which it is a vacuum, for which it has negative ionic potential. 

‘It occurs to me as well,’ thought God to himself, ‘That if we accidentally, subconsciously block our blessings for too long, and then with cognizance we block those blessings from the point of view of our supraconsciousness, aka with real actual intention, that when we lower intentionally, as in with great purpose, the walls against those blessings, we will be flooded with a multiplicity of offerings that we never before would have been able to even been aware of. 

In fact, it occurs to me given the laws of serendipitous synchronicity [which is a recognition of the underlying fractal patterns underlying all of waking reality, the algorithmic equivalents to our everyday actions that attract things to us or repel things away from us (in accordance to both our desires and aversions)],

(All of a sudden a warning pops up on God’s holographic tablet interface, showing that he needs to charge his device) 

“Oh, shoot,” he says. “Absentminded me.” 

“Must’ve been all the song lyric tabs, huh?” he says, seeing the irony. Too many tabs, like too many ongoing thoughts, clogs the mind, given that it’s near impossible to only experience one thought at a time, and that in fact, each thought presents us a multitude of additional quandaries that 

It occured to God that occasionally humans could be of many minds, and feel complex ways about things, not always just one way or the other, sometimes a cacophony of both, and that they bet on every variable in indeterminate ways, seeing which signals returned to them favorably like a 90’s video gamer playing Pong.

It was in fact the case that they could exhibit this overtly, but feel that covertly. They could overtly express themselves one way while covertly containing contradictions that even a bengali cat couldn’t untangle. 

That’s why when God couldn’t decide which gender was better, he decided to be reborn as a girl, to evolve into a woman. After all, this was decidedly the most glorified physical form, outside of course, jaguars. Jaguars were downright majestic. God would know - he’d made em.

So, it was on a fateful very-rainy Thursday, just an ordinary day of the week, that the dynamic vortex of Ether known as God, decided to transfigure himself into an ordinary mortal. Should he execute a perfect programized sweep of the memory databanks as he did for all new incarnated beings? On this consideration he wavered back and forth, oscillating between two perspectives in his mind… but in the end he decided he wanted just a perfectly neurotypical experience, a perfect mean and standard deviation of the whole, a classical experience with no hiccups or eccentricities of any kind. He’d go in raw, which is to say… unencumbered by the vast storage banks of knowledge that he had access to in his pure energetic state. He’d go in undercover, and no one, least of all himself, would be the wiser. 

‘Eh, what’s this,” said God, interrupting the spell-casting transfiguration process that he was in the midst of singing in order to align his chakras, focusing on strenghtening the purity of his heart. 

An article in a search engine in the back of his mind was manifesting in his peripheral vision (in the real world, since to be a God means that anything you even think about can manifest - which is why he was always doing rooting exercises, to keep from flying off the planet, pretty much willfully using Earth to be his ball and chain in order to keep an eye on everyone, the familia). 

He twisted the air like a corkscrew and brought it to eye vision.

“A Drone Builder Claims He Invented the Smallest Flying Car in the World.”

‘I literally predicted this would happen,’ he thinks to himself.

He takes a swig of root beer, that’s materialized from the screen of thought adjacent, pours it into a glass with his mind, adds a strong scoop of coconut caramel coconut-based ice cream. ‘A vegan root beer float,’ he thinks to himself happily. He’ll miss being a male… and being God. But it must be done, the experiment must be conducted. Female form awaits…he'd had a strong intuition that this was for the best, and intuitions are never to be neglected, lest they fester and grow into something much more sinister... doubt.... regret..... resentment..... apathy (to be apathetic can mean to be of two minds, ambivalent, so that the energy of both sides cancel each other out yielding some residue of boredom and or doubt). 

Now, ordinarily the Earth is programmed on the spiritual dimension of things to run souls through the balancing scales archetypes and depending upon the lightness of the soul, they are given their choice about how, when, and as what, to incarnate. But given that God was the literal Creator of It All, and was literally composed of Ether, all he’d have to do was run his selection through a couple of times, just a couple of security protocols, and then his essence would be placed inside of the embryo of a woman of his choosing, around the 11th week of pregnancy after the egg began to fertilize following insemination by her husband. Of all the people in the world…

Well, God normally liked to stay up high on his perch in the Milky Way, which he preferred even more to the Andromeda Galaxy, although it was said that he liked to jump around the timelines. He often wondered why, if DJ’s could overlay different songs on top of each other, why he couldn’t by the same logic overlay different time dimensions on top of one another.  It wouldn’t disrupt the space-time continuum to essentially loop two elements together, could it? But luckily, he was a bit more interested in transmogrifying into a human female than he was about trying out this possibility, which possibly could implode the universe as we know it, so it’s a good thing his creativity wasn’t tested in these moments of curiosity and longing for a better world. He was the Systems guy. He ran matrixes, progression charts, he was allowed to analyze what the humans were doing and even add variables in from time to time, but the experiment was largely self-programmed and automated in a way that gave human beings free will to decide just what they wanted to do with the world that God had made them. 

God gets to experience that absolute sweetness of silence, coordinated invisible momentum of a trillion stars working together coordinating self balance and expression as his very own light show in the sky. But … even thugh he was so high on the sensation of stillness and silence, solemnity and mirth, depending upon the story, but always silence, always the sincerity of Truth found reverberating pleasantly like whirlpools in the creationary space of the absolute (0), the non-imaginary and non-real, simply displaced and unbinded topic of zero point awareness… he wanted more. He wanted to experience that which he had not experienced before, ever, only second hand, the eternal voyeur. He wanted to be somebody of merit, someone who brought the world back to peace, tranquility, and balance. He wanted to, as a woman, empower other women, in order to give back to the Earth and make sure that she was looked after with caring, compassionate, humble eyes. The eyes, eternally beyond being mere gatekeepers ofthe soul, are doubly the watery pool in which we take aim and throw space around. Humans you see, are natural gatekeepers of all the worlds and the most epic space creators alive. This is hardly even known about because obviously, one cannot

An attention that can self discipline itself enough to focus, which happens through desire and curiosity, along with divine will to do so, creates an elongated spacious current of holding, container energy, a current that allows the dolphins to dance in its wake. Consciousness happens like a bell, like a triangle, like a chime, and resounds, creating like fractals of itself and its motivations and intentions, branching off like neurons into satellite root systems, tiny little tributaries that metaphorically and practically assemble and deliver information back into the culture, recirculating itself in reverberataing resonant facts of consciousness currents, that creates the momentum for movements to occur. 

If artists and musicians understood that this is what they were giving birth to, literal existence to, that simply in the methods of returning to one’s field of discipline, whichever art, science, or piece of engineering it is, our world is forever changed where it matters, in the rootsystems of the cultural outlook. That everytime we plant a seed, by being caring, kind, or acting out of a felt sense of grace, the grooves in our planet’s circulation yield fortification of all relevant and useful systems, we would tend to take ourselves and our art a bit more seriously. 

So God intended to roll into Earth in the casing of a goddess, as one of the muses, simply serendipitously appear there one day. He had enough Light Points stored up on his Cosmic Card (for lack of a better term of how one’s score and abilities to extend their power of will is determined or rather logistically calculated), that he could pull some serious magic. He didn’t… didn’t need to experience being a baby all over again, as those with sins to atone for have to (many choose to remain a ghost, simply for the aversion of pooping into a diaper for an extended number of years, a macabre age-old practice the humans simply haven’t thought of a superior method about, one that really helps with the amnesiac process of un-remembering one’s past lifetimes. 

When he came to the Rebirth screen he executed a Master Override command function on his keypad of light up colorful cubes that came his way, to this cosmic juggler of possibilities. He’d set up the technical side of the universe, up here in the galaxy, to be literally connected to his speech. Now since he didn’t possess any vocal chords per se within this nebulous shape and form, being composed of mainly Ether and various Northern Light patterns, or light configurations really, it was a very subtle russell in the soundwaves, a tiny drift in the current, it was the least violent sound one could create, composed only of the most attenuated and - yes, psychotropically pronounced - but calm - rendering of spirit that ever was, given that this was the most wizened substantia in the universe, the air that was breathed closest and directly by God. 

God reflected back over the years, the many millenia, watching his little babies grow and evolve, learning new things like how to cook using fire, how to fly and construct planes and such, and how to procreate and then manage overpopulation by constructing viruses and unleashing them out into the public with only a cure that they sold. Such clever, curious souls they were. In their attempts to self-organize and guarantee freedoms and protections… they oftentimes divided into tiny tribes within tribes (since tribalism breeds only more tribalism, feudalism more feudalism, hence the intense pressures to join the economy and just keep “keepin’ on”, or worse yet, Reagonomics, encouraging the abject overspending and debt accumulation in order to try to eat the system before it ate you, matched with a nonexistent or always-rising debt ceiling, fewer workers rights, an inflated dollar and the stagnation of the bottom-scraping minimum wage around the end of the Kali Yuga in the early half of the 21st century). 

God had felt at times, sympathy, about the suffering of his children… and he sent an Enlightened saint in to help… (he’d actually sent in a great many)... Jesus… and other saints that were of the same caliber and skill, some of whom were just less vocal about it. 

He was unmatched in product inventions and created animals and crazy weather conditions to try to help the humans work together and throw away their individualistic tribalist tendencies which was creating the schism in the sky to begin with, that led to all these problems and even to a fissure in the veils that made the realms semi-permeable to the supra-sensory influence of one to another, or of another to a one, that increased for some time, problems of quantum entanglement (even though this was also a power that could be harnessed to increase the aptitude - on the level of physical, mental, spiritual, communicational, learnabilitity, etc - of both if used righteously with kind and caring regard for the other through the principle of radical honesty and the Golden Rule).  Some things in the universe, when it comes to alchemy, are dynamite explosives in the wrong hands and dynamic fortifying tools when in responsible hands. 

Bee pollen, propolis, royal jelly (only the royal bee and a male bee mating with the royal queen bee gets)...

8 doses in the morning and at night will make a tumor caused by radiation completely disappear. It will literally shrink and shrink and shrink before your eyes until it is all gone. 

The other cure for cancer, of course, is soursop fruit, aka graviola. In conjunction with a cayaculpa (the ritualized fasting of the body, aka nothing but water and herbs, and meditation).

Preventative cures for everything is of course, water and fruit, a primarily raw diet (“Raw til 4”). 

The opposite of the placebo effect, a no-cebo effect, is the method by which people subconsciously will themselves into becoming ill, through lower emotions, like hypochondriacs.

On top of the heart is a gland that controls the T cells. Your thoughts give signals to your heart, to release immune cells to work for [love] or to work for [fear] (fight or flight… cortisol… fear is an emotion to make you run from bears, from moose!... but we use fear for things that are silly like the coronavirus). - [Godianofthelight Podcast]. 

You can see, if you take an aura photo of an apple, there is electricity coming off it. Right when it falls off the tree, you take an image, it is brighter. Take an image of processed cereal like Frosted Flakes, it has no energy on it. It has no aura. The energy that is inside live foods goes back to the universe… it has to contain all of that potency and electricity because it is going to make a full cycle back into the Earth, and it is going to grow maybe even a new tree that gives more benefits of life force out back to you. 

If you believed in somebody praying, whose hands would you want to lay hands on you? The person who eats nothing but raw foods, you can see the energy coming off them in vermillion psychology, or the person who has no energy life force coming out of them? Would it make a difference to you? Would it biologically? 

God adjusts the volume on the sound card that bluetooth connects to his computer. What kind of computer does God have, you ask? Well… let me tell you. It is an HP. A recent, very lightweight HP with light weight clickety clackety silver metal keys with a blue whitish backlight behind them all. He tried Mac once and loved it, but was more impressed with the organic, lightweight keys of HP - actually a bit mroe pressurized, made of real materials, not just cheap plastic (you’d think for the pricetag keys would only be made of something solid, and not plastic?) He scrolls to his favorite series on the slippery smooth silver touchpadand is delighted to see that there is indeed a new episode for the day, Episode 9:

~ Where Esoteric Philosophy meets the Health Sciences ~ 

The narrator is an over-the-hill hippie named Hillary who believes in world peace, but has been bribed to basically section off prizes to the highest bidder, even when it came to international weapons and uranium trade deals. This was the way, back in the day, and in a man’s world, you had to play by the unwritten rules of the trade that they played, keeping your hand close to your chest. This was the way that the winning hightiers of the world played and kept score. Life was treated like a game. It wouldn’t do to be overly sensitive or… moral.  Everyone kept their poker face, and pleaded the fifth.

But this Hillary was evolved, wizened by a deep measure of self-reflection imprinted through a new adherence to meditation, mindfulness, Tao methods of tranquility (zen koans presenting the paradox of duality in unique and clever enough ways so as to temporarily shock and stun the monkey mind, like a particularly riveting slam poet might at The Lizard Lounge in Cambrdige, or any other popular stand up comedy or speak-easy lounge). 

So I have a sort of confession I’m only just now willing to share because I’m starting to master the wild horse of my mind, which is, dare we say, boundless. 

So I’ve been having the sensation recently, and I wonder if you at home have ever experienced this sensation yourselves. I don’t really care, I’m just loosely curious. We’ll say moderately so. Here are my notes, having experienced myself finally able to anticipate these energies and get ahold of them, like lassoing invisible animals, energetic pathways within the vicissitudes of my mind like dodging moving obstacles on a safari out in the African desert. 

Reigning oneself back, as though I were about to charge at everything in the world, the way I would when watching a movie, like I’m voraciously attempting to get a scan, a read, on all of the variables in the story from the characters (and their subtle modes of expression and motivation, which ar the two actual building blocks that lead to the next thing). 

What is that, is it anger, is it some inescapable yet disavowed part of myself that I’m now seeing in the external reality, having suppressed the energy within my own self but being a magnetic being who perceives and experiences things into being based on the chords of my mind, the thought forms in my soul, the expectations of my heart? Be it true or not, a sheer choice of my own inscrutable integrity that burns true in my soul, linking my world to this one, l’esprit du monde. The Holy Ghost. 

The father, the son, and the holy ghost is, after all, an allegory meant to show a simile, a metaphor. The triune of self: The superego, the id, and the ego. But how can the spirit represent the self, if spirit is not contained to the self, and when ego is literally the definition of the identification with self, along with the acting out of one’s “role” which one chooses or is put into by society (which they must adapt to, to make ends meet, since the many is a greater power and pressure than the one).

In the old days, pre-2030 and the eradication of money, whose aims were seen as incongruent with the effects that they created (a purely practical observation, and pragmatic imperative moralistically as a consequence of true reason), money was used as an extension of society, basically the absolute worst extension of the collective (that rendered individuals anonymous within the pentameters of a group organization - capable of doing great acts of evil, of disservice to the evolution of humanity, in order simply to make a profit). The disingenuousness that it created led everyone to wearing masks with one another and after a while, the mask became who they were. Everything was about putting on a socially acceptable face, like it used to be in the Song Dynasty of ancient China. A method of social control.

This is why people must dream: to undo the shackles of the prison of flesh and of society. To exercise one’s vast creative imagination, which really, when truly understood, has the energetic potential of a thousand nuclear fusion devices put back to back. 

When you’re dreaming, your imagination is prime, and it’s what you’re doing constantly in order to create the worlds and the characters, elements, variables within the worlds. 

“Sleeping is subconscious dreaming and meditation, is conscious dreaming. The more you meditate, the more you’ll be able to see what’s right in front of your eyes. Imagination is used for manifesting, and we should use our past in order to judge situations. Instead of having a free, open mind. My imagination now is stronger than it was when I was a child. You should be able to close your eyes and see whatever you want. It is a daily practice.” [Godianofthelight]

God is inside of all of us. (or are we inside the eye of God?)

Everyone has their own path, and will be crowned and covered in jewels, in their own time. If you can imagine this, you can imagine the true rich inner beauty that is the Real Self. Many want this and that in order to add to their beauty - the right clothes, the right jewelery, the right makeups, puffs and powders, scents and hair styling products, shoes on shoes, adornments, tattoos or piercings, all these different ways and manners in which to express themselves. But careful that you aren’t swept up in the vanity of the expression! Who is it for, your superiority complex or your inner sense of play, fun, and adventure? So long as something is fun, this alludes to the activation of our inner child, that sense of purity in the joy of beingness that is our birthright and that composes our innermost soul so long as we live, a “Selfness” that is consistent through the ages, through thick and thin, unconditionally present. Everyone will find honor and glory and be decorated as who they are deep in their soul through all their very many lifetimes. They will not be led to the water and left thirsty. As long as a man is chaste and solemn when it comes to their path, their discipline, as long as they’re willing to disappear in what they love in order to reappear within it, a master of it, not merely, absorpted in the activity itself, the activity will spit you out, will return you whole, with nothing spared, glittering and clean as a newborn baby, arising from the waters like Venus, in her chaste delivery from the imagination of her father Zeus, the lightning God, god of energy. 

We need electrolytes and minerals… the pasteurization process burns away the raw enzymes that we need in order to survive, in order to subsist, in order to be fueled and energized by. 

Enlightenment is the God essence, the God effect. Everything that we think, feel, and do, becomes a manifestation. That is what it means to be enlightened. 

Putting the minerals in the water allows us to hold the electric current. Most minerals come from the skins of the fruit, seamoss, foods that don’t taste as good, that contain the spectrum of information to tell the tongue. 

Just because we get a dopamine rush from things doesn’t mean that it’s good. Adrenaline after all, is biologically sequenced in a nearly identical physical form to dopamine, even though it will kill us over time and is actually very toxic and burdensome to the psyche to process through.

Spirituality Meets Philosophy

“This is a test. You made the matrix. You put the matrix here… so that you could destroy it! We put up barriers so that we can destroy them. The archer has no targets! They have to literally set up the bullseye, and then they hit the target. 

You know exactly what you need to do! Put up the questions, feel the heart, not the imaginal results that come from the past (refers to mind), breathe… daily practice is what will get you there.”

“In all actuality, life is unfolding exactly how you designed it to. Exactly as your highest self designed it to

Your highest self is from the future, coming back and forth, giving you literal directives so you can find your higher self

That Federation of the Light is you. Just as some… lightbeing. And you’ll realize that you want to be in this being, instead. You don’t want to be there, you want to be here. This is good.” 

What’s it going to take for you to trust the universe?” 

Most people never get past their will power chakra. They live here (feels low) and here (feels mid center) because they like to eat. Most people never get to their heart chakra they can’t open up. Some people, they’re Libras, Air Elements, Water backgrounds… they’re able to be in these fields… we can be emotional people, empathic, because we’re in our feelings more, we naturally sit in our heart chakras… we hav a big heart. Once you get here, open heart, and here, open mind, good things start to happen. If you have those things you’re gonna grow. If you’re closed hearted, and close minded, you’re not gonna learn much anymore. You’re not gonna learn much. 

Selenite stone: The highest frequency stone, a salt rock; this crystal. The selenite stones link up

God puts on some more of his favorite podcasts, the spiritual ones talking about crystals and chakras and rainbow tribes of the light, and prepares to descend into the world of mortals as a woman. He flips through a various portfolio of options, gene splicing different people’s DNA together in relative supposed identity mixes, and spreading two of the yarn time tangles apart to insert, via computer modulation and consciousness, a new timeline where they’ve procreated and had an offspring and then greatly accelerates the growing process by giving them -- what else? -- mainly growth hormones and various foods rich in electrolytes. No pediasure shortcut here. Although, he was really wondering the other day if babies, given their sheer sensitivity to the spirit world, to the heart and being just off the boat from Source, would do better on an all juice cleanse for the first few years. They exist in the subtle spheres anyway, like cats, and what better to help them do just that, than to remove the pressure and suffering and samsara that comes from having to go through that very physically taxing process on the body (where the body literally deciphers the food entering to be both full of nourishment and vitamins, but then goes to work extracting in order to assimilate them and purify).