WE ARE GODS!
Cognizance of a creative capacity to accomplish anything that one can imagine oneself doing is an aspect of our divinity that is too frighteningly daunting to many.
After all we are but men, right? Mere mortals who die from life; who lack the capacity to live forever. Therefore we cannot be gods. We are not gods. Gods are superhuman, death-defying. We are not, we say; we also believe.
Never mind that Psalms 82:6 says "Ye are gods." Never mind that it is said that if men were to "put forth their hands" in unity, and eat, from the tree of knowledge, that nothing could be denied to them in Genesis 3:22, and men would be as gods:
"And the Lord God said, 'Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know: good and evil; and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever:'"
Never mind that the tree of life is forbidden to man due to its tacit power of knowledge of the gift of good and evil; lest men be as God, knowledge being that thing that primarily distinguishes men, that separates man from God, after and in addition to, eternal life, itself.
Of course all matter is mutable. It is capable of changing forms; from gas to liquid to plasma to solid and back, winter-spring-summer-fall; dry season-wet season: flood and ebb, continuously, in the heavens as on the earth, apparently.
No less mutable is the mutability of the material bodies, fleshy bodies of human beings. Upon our bodies death forecloses on life seasonably, rhythmically, ending the matter of mankind, releasing the innate spirit of the inner man to its bailor, God.
Fleeting, shooting stars are dying stars, everything in life "dies," everything in the universe "dies," or "morphoses," changes forms, transposes, mutates, becomes new and renewed under cosmic laws that we embrace, embody, exhibit.
So death need not be proud. It is but a gear in the transposition of our eternal becoming that has no definite end, as it had no definite beginning, since, like all else, it stretches from "everlasting to everlasting," as do we, in God's image and likeness, which fact enables us to do all we can image, being immutably inseparable from God in matter-spirit: indeed, in fact.
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
WE ARE GODS
WE ARE GODS!
Cognizance of a creative capacity to accomplish anything that one can imagine oneself doing is an aspect of our divinity that is too frighteningly daunting to many.
After all we are but men, right? Mere mortals who die from life; who lack the capacity to live forever. Therefore we cannot be gods. We are not gods. Gods are superhuman, death-defying. We are not, we say; we also believe.
Never mind that Psalms 82:6 says "Ye are gods." Never mind that it is said that if men were to "put forth their hands" in unity, and eat, from the tree of knowledge, that nothing could be denied to them in Genesis 3:22, and men would be as gods:
"And the Lord God said, 'Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know: good and evil; and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live forever:'"
Never mind that the tree of life is forbidden to man due to its tacit power of knowledge of the gift of good and evil; lest men be as God, knowledge being that thing that primarily distinguishes men, that separates man from God, after and in addition to, eternal life, itself.
Of course all matter is mutable. It is capable of changing forms; from gas to liquid to plasma to solid and back, winter-spring-summer-fall; dry season-wet season: flood and ebb, continuously, in the heavens as on the earth, apparently.
No less mutable is the mutability of the material bodies, fleshy bodies of human beings. Upon our bodies death forecloses on life seasonably, rhythmically, ending the matter of mankind, releasing the innate spirit of the inner man to its bailor, God.
Fleeting, shooting stars are dying stars, everything in life "dies," everything in the universe "dies," or "morphoses," changes forms, transposes, mutates, becomes new and renewed under cosmic laws that we embrace, embody, exhibit.
So death need not be proud. It is but a gear in the transposition of our eternal becoming that has no definite end, as it had no definite beginning, since, like all else, it stretches from "everlasting to everlasting," as do we, in God's image and likeness, which fact enables us to do all we can image, being immutably inseparable from God in matter-spirit: indeed, in fact.
