I väntan på Jesus

(this blogpost may very well be read to the music of the reggae song "Groundation - One More Day", full of life)

"Al-Baseer. The All-Seeing. God sees everything, but he sees with his divine glance, the silver glance. The glance that sees everything as it is. We cannot stand to see things as it is, because then we would see heaven and hell, and it would give us anguish, like we have taken too much cannabis. But God stands this sight. Why? Because he know something that we do not know; that all is well, in some strange sense, and all will end well. That we do not see. Babies see this with the divine glance, and rest in God like the fall of man has never happened.

Why is all well in a strange sense? Because God is in control of everything. Therefore there is no reason to fear. God is good."

(A more than three years old aphorism of mine, taken from this book of mine, page 43-44,  it was from the series of explaining the 26 first of Allah's 99 names in islam)

My comment: This old aphorism of mine reminds me of the words of young Ukrainian hippie Andrii Zvorygin in his YouTube series on Peak Oil, with discussions with some peakoilers. After discussing Peak Oil and collapse for an hour, he ended the video with the words that "all is well and all will be well", which made a deep impression on me (this guy knows much here, concerning the inevitable Collapse of Civilization). It was somehow deeply comforting, as if I knew that it is true. 

Then I just now came up with the following parable (I'm very fond of parables, because I'm a disciple of Jesus the Nazorean):

Our situation on earth can be likened with a diver, who dives in the open sea with those old, simple diving tools (see here a picture of one) where you swim under water while a tube up over the surface is connected to your mouth so that you can breath air. Our faith in God and life is that tube, and we can forget it or deny that we have it. It keeps us alive, keeps us from committing suicide, which is like diving too deep so that the tube goes under water and we drown. We can also forget that we are only diving in hell (earthly life is certainly hell in comparison with paradise), while the world above the surface is paradise. We can begin to believe that the water world in the great sea is our real life, and that we have to live there, where the pressure is great (we have a really long tube, we dive and swim deeply, and do not see the world above the surface, or much light from it at all). We often do not know or remember that a boat sails by our side on the waters where we dive, and checks our condition all the time, with a special technology. If we are hurting too badly, the staff in the boat take us up from the water, to our real world, where we belong, so that we are rescued from unbearable pain (if we cannot swim up to the surface by ourselves, for some reason). 

The staff in the boat has trained us, for a long time, before our dive (to complete some divine mission), to remember the boat, the staff and our real home, paradise, to not forget these things. To remember that we can come up from the water whenever we want, just by swimming up to the surface and taking contact with the staff in the boat so they can take us up in the boat (whatever this correlates with in the real world). But easily we forget, and become afraid, as if no one could rescue us, and we could risk suffering too much. 

We were trained for a long time before the dive to remember. To remember history. To meditate upon history, our origins, on God, our real home. That the boat and the staff exist. God and the angels, yes the entire paradise, which encompasses most of reality. 

This is maybe sometimes the best thing we can do, in fact, to evolve spiritually. Just remembering. Becoming filled with history, knowledge, wisdom. Old, old history. And this is the reason why old people in our society are less scared and stressed than young people, although they battle more with sicknesses and have more in their lives, more people, more stuff, more Mammon.

In fact, as we learn more and more, we become less and less afraid, because we, in the end, ultimately, live in a friendly universe, because there is a good God and a paradise of holy beings who watch over us. 

So simple spirituality sometimes is. That it is just about remembering. To train ourselves in remembering, not with our short memory, but with our long memory, with our most spiritual memory, the one who remembers God. Monks in eastern religions and practitioners of sufism (mystical islam) train themselves to remember God, through for example mantras. 

This was also the only "technique" I was given by angels ("light beings") in the most holy spiritual vision in all my life, when I asked for such things. Just to remember what had happened that night, when I conversed all the night with myriads of angels who lived inside God, in a collective consciousness. It was in the summer of 2012. I have written about it before on my blogs. 

Only to remember. Without meditation techniques like mantras. So simple it sometimes is. 

This resonates exactly with my parable. 

Yes, angels, I will remember you, and in fact, this vision of you was more real than this reality of my everyday life. It felt like it was the most true and real thing I had experienced in my whole life.