Quote Originally Posted by David Merrill View Post
I wonder who is aware?

My thought, that somehow keeps being confirmed, is that God is between my dreams. What I am saying is that when I am unconscious and my thoughts (dreams) stop, then I am nothing anymore. My awareness of my body has ceased. I would think nothing of it - that it is nothing - but for the fact that everybody has to sleep. Without sleep we go insane and die. So there is something essentially restorative about sleep and my 'awareness' tells me that it is communion with the Godhead that restores us.

God, in my training and perceptions (beliefs) is the Creator of the universe. But you have to wonder what is the purpose. Throughout life we find a signature - the Fibonacci sequence and its inherent pentagram - the Golden Ratio. So I figure God created the universe so that He could experience. He experiences through us. We awaken in the morning and rub the sleep from our eyes and become "aware" but in fact as we head to the bathroom, by the time we pass the mirror yawning, we are forgetting that we live for God. So is awareness for ourselves forgetting that we are aware for God?

Who are we aware for?

Is it our right of self determination that keeps God entertained?



Regards,

David Merrill.
DM, With all due respect to you, I would respond to this to ask "when did you create God?"

Because it is within your mind that he exists, else you would not share (perceived) experience/belief.

For me, when I discovered that the "God" I served was my own creation, I issued him the directive: "Ye must be born again."

My former statement is absent a claim that "there is no god." To the contrary, I believe the divine is in each of us. And even the bible verifies that we were given the power of god (read: creation and choice).

So the Fibonacci, Golden Ratio, the Rubedo of Alchemy, and the remote viewing of meditation are all miraculous and divine.

Me, I am aware for my connection with, and oneness with the divine.

Choose ye this day whom ye will serve. As for me and my house, we are Non Serviam, yet loving our fellow man as best we can.

Metheist.