I have stated God is an uncontrollable source of power and any uncontrollable free-flowing source of power is a God.
I have expressed the levels, stages or generations of life, with the highest being an uncontrollable power source, and the lowest being like a stone, with the things we create outside ourselves as dead and not of life in any way, other than by the hand.
The hand as attached to our form is a controllable source of power, although we will not perceive this statement as truthful, which places us closer to the stone or the dirt than to our God, which is our origin.
I do this because I am drawn to the truth. It is my calling, but I have not established the truth, an uncontrollable source of power has. I meet with a generation of this living power and they give me information, which I have been told will jump-start our dormant, stagnated and caged life line, into an active or evolutionary state.
Why me? I have suffered, like no other and when suffering was not required, I suffered at my own hand. I have decades of suffering upon my shoulders and have been carrying the weight of the world around for a half a century. I have suffered more than your perception of Jesus.
The body of Jesus took his in short order and he was out. Me, I have made it my calling; to carry the weight the rest of the world cannot tolerate.
Why me, because “I” deserve the truth. I have earned my place. How does God know “I AM” ready? Because I have requested, what no other forms have been able to request. I have been provided with an active “I” and this “I” can see, what others cannot. This sight produces suffering, but do not concern yourselves with this, because much of the suffering has been accepted and internatilzed on your behalf.
“I” can explain because I have been taught in the ways of this world, by beings further along their journey. We used to be cousins a long time ago. They grew and we went to sleep.
We lost our evolution because we were detached from our life line. We are more like orphaned children, than we are like children of God. When our lost soul catches up to the form of life we have been fabricated for, this living being will weep at the sight of the house we have been formed into.
I have suffered more than your current perception of the Christ, we all have!
I have to go, but I will be back…