Sunday Religious Lesson! Or, what's it all about...., .Alfie!

Dear Readers: Take a flight of pure fantasy with me.

Suppose we were all God! (Or individual expressions of God! Or a small part of God inhabiting these bodies, etc!)

SO!

If God [sic] inhabits us, and every other living thing in this Universe that we call REALITY, we have to ask ourselves the question:

WHY?

Why did God create us and the Universe in the first place?

Was it for amusement? (I suppose God created "reality" as a game that could not be played in the spiritual world!)

Could it be to experience the physical, material, solid, corporal part of things not afforded a purely spiritual being? (In other words, could a material existence have a certain appeal to an otherwise non-corporal being?)

What am I talking about, you ask?

As an explanation for this line of thought, (Which I explore in great detail in my book The Plain Truth about God) let me show you something that had enough hidden truth in the basic premise that it got me wondering about religion and spirituality all those many years ago! 

I'm talking about an episode of the original Star Trek from 1968 that explored the reaction of a non-corporal being when placed in a material body, even though it's a very, very hokey, and even a slightly silly bit of acting by William Shatner. (Please bear with me!)




NOW!
Let's have a look at this idea from the viewpoint of Alan Watts. (He was a British-born “New Age” philosopher, writer, and speaker, best known as an interpreter of Eastern philosophy for a Western audience.)

The Nature of Consciousness: By Alan Watts  

What you are, basically, deep, deep down, and far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself. 

In Hindu mythology, the world is the drama of God.

God is not something with a white beard that sits on a throne, and has royal prerogatives. 

God in Indian mythology is the self:    Satchitananda.

Which means:

-'sat,' -that which is-

-'chit,' -that which is consciousness-

-'ananda,' which is –bliss-

SO! 

Let's suppose you were able, every night, to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and that you could, for example, have the power to dream in one night 75 years worth of time.  (A lifetime)

And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, fulfill all your wishes.

You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive, and after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each, you would say 'Well, that was pretty great.

But now, let's have a surprise!

Let's have a dream which isn't under control, where something is going to happen to me, and I don't know what it's going to be.'

Then you would get more and more adventurous, and you would make further and further gambles as to what you would dream, and finally you would dream where you are now.

You would dream the dream of the life that you are actually living today.

Because the whole nature of God, according to this idea, is to play that he's not. (That's the nature of life as we know it.)

Not God in a politically kingly sense, but God in the sense of being the self, the deep-down basic whatever there is.

And you're all that, only you're pretending you're not. 

And it's perfectly OK to pretend you're not.

The life you're living is what YOU have put yourself into.

Only you don't admit it, because you want to play the game that’s happening to you.

So, here's the drama. 

You are the central self!

You can call it God, you can call it anything you like, and it's all of us. 

It's playing all the parts of everything, everywhere and anywhere.

It's playing the game of hide and seek with yourself.  

Amen! 

(“The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly coloured and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question: “Is this real, or is this just a ride?” And other people have remembered, and they come back to us, they say, “Hey, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.” And we kill those people.” - Bill Hicks)