Who Is Your God?

“I believe in Spinoza’s God, who reveals himself in the harmony of all that exists, not in a God who concerns himself with the fate and the doings of mankind.”

Albert Einstein

1929 Conversation With Rabbi Herbert S. Goldstein

Baruch de Spinoza, the 17th-century Dutch philosopher, was one of the early enlightenment thinkers. Spinoza was a vocal proponent of Rationalism. After his death, his modern approach to defining the universe and the self became a way of knowing.

When Albert Einstein gave lectures at U.S. universities, students often asked him about his belief in God. Einstein always answered the same way:

“I believe in the God of Spinoza.”

Professor Einstein’s thoughts on Spinoza’s belief in God did not change when he gave his lectures. The basic premise Spinoza believed was God wanted people to stop worshiping him. He wanted them to reconnect to the non-physical being within them. Spinoza told his followers the energy called God wants you to go out into the world and enjoy your life. He wants you to sing, have fun and enjoy everything you created with God’s sharing energy.

Einstein’s explanation of Spinoza’s remarks went something like the message below. Each lecture had his unique delivery flavor, but the meat of his message was the same.

(Spinoza): Your God wants you to quit going into those churches and temples. He never said he needed a home. His house is in nature. It is the energy within oceans, mountains, rivers, beaches, and the energy within you.

If your life feels miserable, change it. God never said you have innate flaws or you have to pay for the sins of others. And he never said sexuality is a bad thing. Sex is a gift that expresses your love, your joy, and ecstasy. Do not blame God for what society made you believe about sex.

Forget about all those sacred scriptures that have nothing to do with what God is. If you cannot see God’s energy in a sunrise, you will not find God in a book or a church.

Please stop fearing God. No God judges or criticizes. That means he would always judge and criticize a part of his consciousness. God’s Love Is All There Is. And stop asking for forgiveness. There’s nothing to forgive. Why would God blame you if he is part of you?

How can He punish anyone for being the way they are? God is what you are. Do you think he could create a place where a part of him suffers for the rest of eternity? And a place where you rest forever? What kind of God would do that? Energy is in motion in many forms, so consciousness is never idle. You create heaven or hell in your physical life.

You have inner freedom. Forget about prizes or punishments, as well as sins. No one carries a pre-birth marker. God wants you to feel him in a blade of grass and the cells in your body. He wants you to feel value fulfillment in your relationships and your world. Believing in joy and the natural beauty within you is all the praise God needs.

Life is not a test, not a step to something else. It is not a rehearsal or a prelude to paradise. Your life is the only thing here and now. And God and you experience it together.

You are here to physically feel your emotions and beliefs. The gestalt called God expands from each perceived experience.

Something Somewhere Before Birth

I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chuang Tzu. Soon I awakened, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I don’t know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly or whether I am a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

Chuang Tzu, the 4th century philosopher, wrote those thoughts. Chuang Tzu and Lao Tzu, another ancient Chinese philosopher, established the philosophical foundation for Taoism over twenty-three hundred years ago.

Taoist believe a non-physical force is the source of all things physical. Everything is non-physical before becoming physical. Chuang Tzu called that force The Tao or Dao. The Tao’s philosophical teachings are all about connecting with the non-physical self in order to connect to The Tao.

People who perform actions without intention, as well as display spontaneity, humility, simplicity, compassion, and naturalness, are what Chuang Tzu calls following The Way. Taoism is still one of the five religions recognized by the government of China.

Chuang Tzu’s dream about being a butterfly shows how tuned-in he was to another aspect of his personality. He couldn’t tell if his dreaming self was his reality or his waking self was authentic. To his dreaming self, it seems his waking self is a dream within a dream. We believe our dreaming self is a product of our waking self.

But when we consider our non-physical personality was active before our waking self, it seems logical that the dream self is a catalyst for the waking self. When religious beliefs stand aside, we realize we were something somewhere before birth. The dreaming self is the perfect candidate to be that self.

We physically feel what we create through our core and satellite beliefs, perceptions, and choices. We create the feeling-reality we experience in every moment. Our emotionally charged expectations, beliefs, and desires have a psychological energy within them. And we paint a moving picture of reality that matches those convictions.

We all have the ability to be a butterfly on our dream journey. During those journeys, we are whatever we want to be. We perform superhuman acts and meet other forms of consciousness that live but don’t exist in a physical state. Dreams seem real because they are. They give the physical self and the non-physical a chance to work together.

That free-flowing energy creates manifestations that offer the experiences and lessons we emotionally feel but may not remember. We become the butterfly. And the person who created that manifestation. In order to physically sense the versatility of our non-physical personality.

Body Romance

Just One Of Those Holiday Things.

Turn It On. Food Is Born.

Uncles And Aunts Turkey And Plants.

Meat And Three. Glory Be!

Ride That Ham And Jam

Thanksgiving Sam, I Am.

Cause

Pumpkin Pie Wasn’t Shy

When Coffee And Cream

Threw The Eating Dream

Into Overtime.

Belly’s In The Grip Of A Flip.

Come Friday,

Life Is Less Gas —

And

More Body Romance.

Best Thanksgiving Wishes!

Sack Of Slack

Lights Turn Down. There Goes The Crown.

Speed Bump Slow. Democracy’s Light

Has A Blinking Glow

In This Holy Gospel Show.

Land Of Tricks And Lawyer Dicks.

Law’s The Ball In A Criminal Crawl.

Foxy Suits. Gangster Gluts.

Voters Stuck In Denier Poop.

Constitution Maul. Greedy Claws.

Crabs Side-Step In And Freedom Spins.

On The Steps Where Truth Downs Some Gin.

Password Style. Lies Run Wild.

On Notes The Courts Wrote

Sitting On The Back

Of A Big Ass

Sack Of Slack.

www.shortsleeves.net

In Crocs Plastic Shoes

Self-Dozing Dream Posing.

Hocus Pokus That Non-Physical Focus!

Yeah—

Lying Cats Swing Savage Bats.

Rusty Nails Fall Off The Rails.

Lush Mountains Turn Fire Frail.

Vivid Memories Resume Then Bloom

In A Wall-Less Room.

Political Dance Seems Out Of Tune.

Reality Blinks And Thoughts Sink

Deep In The Art Where Creation Starts.

Daylight Comes. Alarms Strum.

House Of Two Is That You?

In Crocs Plastic Shoes?

www.shortsleeves.net

In Human Muffins

Breaking News. Earth’s Got Some Shifty Moves.

Dripping Wet. Drought Places A Bet.

Fires Burn. Volcanos Yearn.

Glaciers Drop At The Flop.

Energy’s Hissy Fits

In A World Of Pissy Blips.

Close The Lid. Box Wants To Bid.

On The Thoughts That Tumble And Toss

In The Wind Of Original Sin.

Stars Agreed Freedom’s Free

Long Before Religion Grew Thorns

On The Button

In Human Muffins.

In Gray Hair

Double Down. Beliefs Wear Crowns

At The Door Of Reality’s Store.

Forget The Blame. Jesus Did The Same.

Thoughts Like Rain Can Turn Into Religious Trains.

Controlled Gain In Flowering Pain.

Degeneration Switch Does The Flip When

Weary Bones Groan And Take Back Their Throne.

Moments Of Stress Are No Longer Guests.

Backdoor Light. Fear Runs From Sight.

Cause Psycho-Time Is A Mighty Find.

Riches Dress In A Happy Mess.

Cells Don’t Mind.

Regeneration Broom Cleans The Room.

It Shakes The Air

With Electromagnetic Flair

Singed

In Grey Hair