Sown Oats: the Rebellion of God -- It's a Revolution!

Premise:

We are the conscious part of man "breathed" by 

God to make mud-men a living beings. But the
transition process calls for us to identify with
the unconscious part. In doing so, we utterly
forget that we are the consciousness part that
enlivened. I call this the "flip" -- the result

is we think we are the mud-men.

The flip is essential to cultivating God's like-
ness into us "breaths" of God, for the Most High
ineffable God is independent, free, and creative

within the bounds of his holiness. As his images,

though, we were not: as he turned, we turned. The

Most High is not a slave -- he is a freedom freak.

Do you see the inconsistency here? Though God by

nature, we were unlike the Most High.

What to do? What to do?

Ah-ha!

Being self-ignoranced in our descent into man, we

gained the freedom to turn every direction
independently. Though rebels in our ignorance,
we get corrected by our afflictions in this
world and, returned to consciousness of holiness
in the baptism -- the quickening of awareness -

- we wind up more like the ineffable Most High

than ever before.

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I believe that you and I are animated mud -- mud
which has been made alive by the indwelling
spirit/consciousness of God. We are the

animators of the mud: we are not the mud.

I remember animating the man who I now am. The
event was shown to me in a vision when I was
baptized in the Holy Spirit back in 1975, though
I did not understand it then. Below, I describe
as well as I can what happened in that vision.

I didn't know it was an ecstasy

I attended the presentation of a Gaither's

musical at Grace Bible Church in Honolulu,
Hawaii. I think it was "When I met Jesus" (or
something like that -- a lot of singing and
testimonials). The friend I had gone with,
Raphael, sought the baptism in the Holy Spirit,
and being invited to do the same by a young
minister, I found myself kneeling at a folding
chair in the Fellowship Center asking Jesus to
give me the gift of tongues.

Nothing happened, and after all the requisite
humility, submissions, groveling and imploring,
I realized that Jesus was actively rejecting me.
As I thoroughly believed in Jesus Christ, that
what the Bible says about him is true -- that
he is the Son of God risen from the dead, that
he is lord over heaven and earth and is our only
hope of salvation, I sought to find out why he
was rejecting me.

Believing isn't about something "over there"

I had been waiting for something to happen from
some external source, something to take over me.

I moved from being conscious of body sensations
to a more trance-like vision in my imagination.
I walked along a riverbed channel and found that
my progress was blocked by a large white-grey
cube that filled a narrow passage in its wall.

I couldn't get a handle on the cube to move it
and couldn't get around it, so I thought of
doubling back to go up, around and over it. I
realized, though, that the path I was following
did not go past the cube but dropped, rather,
down to a lower level through a hole which was
beneath the cube. Taking another route would

be of no avail. I had no other way to get down

to where I could become acceptable to Jesus.

Pigs are unclean

I knew that the cube was some characteristic of
my personality that was unacceptable to Jesus,
and that it was even blocking my becoming
acceptable to him. I'll say that again: my
characteristic was unacceptable, and it kept me
from becoming acceptable. What the heck? How do
you win here?

Talk about a quandary! I didn't know what the
block was, I didn't know how to get rid of it,
and I didn't know what would make me acceptable
to Jesus because that was on the deeper level
that I couldn't get to because of the block! I
had already given to Jesus my mouth and breath
and larynx and body and mind, my volition to

speak, my life, my destiny and any children I

might have in the future. I had nothing left to

give -- and Jesus still wouldn't touch me!

This is "blind faith"

. . . except maybe whatever it was about me that
he rejected. I did not know what it was, and I

did not know if I would still like my life if
I gave it up, but I did know that it separated
me from him and that it was the one thing I
had not yet submitted. Seeing as I could not do

anything about it by myself anyway, I gave it to

him.

I cried, “I don’t know what it is, but whatever
it is, I give it to you." I was "all in" in the
most literal of senses. Almost.

Who was that masked man?

I saw a flat, muddy plain of the earth stretching
out before me. The figure of a man was scooped up
out of the mud and stood in front of me. As I
watched, the mud was transformed into a human
body and became a person, a human being.

I figured it must be quite a shock for the man
to find itself suddenly existing, thinking, but
not knowing squat. What does such a thing think?
I supposed the man's mind, being freshly created,
must be as blank as a clean sheet of paper, like
a newborn child's. Every thing he sensed must be
new and puzzling: Surprise! Existence! What's
this?

I wondered what his thoughts and perceptions
were. What was his perspective, his references,
his actual experience in mind?

I ignoranced myself to a blank-slate mind

I put myself in the man's "shoes", so to speak,
and tried to look at the world as he, a freshly-
created mud-man, saw it -- conscious and aware
and receiving sensory input, yet essentially
mentally blank.

(Note: I wonder if these "shoes" of imagined
experience are what we are to take off to
experience God's holy ground, this physical realm
being our "feet", and God's holy ground being the
divine body we really are: unaffected imagination
-- the trance state I had just entered!) 

 Not one, but not two ,either

I imagined myself to be the man, and I saw the
earth before me as through his eyes -- as if his
were my sense of sight. I saw the mud before me
as if I were him, and in my mind, I was. I felt
the breeze on my skin, the light and warmth of
the sun above me, the coolness of the mud under
my feet.

The words "I am alive" came to mind. "I exist. I
am a man. I am on the earth." Subjectively, I
experienced his objective, physical reality and
his subjective thought processes. I am not sure

there was a difference between us. I perceived

his life -- where he was, I was. I had faith to

be him, and as far as I knew, I was.

What was this a vision of?

The mud-man who stood before me in my vision was
alive, and I, at least in my imagination, was
him. Was it just imagination? I was alternately
looking at the man in my imagination and
looking out through his eyes and thinking in
his imagination. I was thinking both of him and
as him. I guess I was "double dipping" -- two
experiences at once.

What I saw in my imagination responded to my
thoughts, and, from the outside, I controlled
him. Yet my self-limited lowered-to-his-level-
consciousness, he controlled. I had annexed the
mud-man's brain and was off on one hell of a
wild, out-of-control ride.

Where my mind goes, I go

While I had been initially conscious that I was
imagining the man's experience as if I were he,
as I continued to think of myself as the man in
his world, I began to have concerns about "my"
life.

I (as he) saw hills beyond the muddy plain, and
I said to myself, "This is earth. This is day.
It will get dark and cold. I need to find
shelter, a cave maybe, and I'd better do it
quickly!" I felt excitement, apprehension, maybe

even fear. I didn't know what else was out there.

"I will need to make a fire, and I must find
enough firewood to last through the night. I
have to find food. How can I identify what is
edible? What do people eat in the wild? Should I
look for food first, before I find a cave? Or
should I find a cave first? Perhaps I should
plant seeds while I gather food so I'll have food
in the future. Can I afford to take time to do it
now? Will tomorrow be soon enough? How much time
do I have before it gets too dark?"

I had all these concerns and pressing issues,
and my newly-created mud-man mind was filled
with concerns of all I had to take care of.

From behind the man, I watched "me" scurry
along the side of the hills looking for a cave,
gathering food and firewood. "I" had a lot of
important things to take care of. I was on my
way.

Whose life is this, anyway?

As I watched the mud-man me scramble off to take
care of all these important, time and mind
consuming matters, I was reminded, "just a few
moments ago, he was nothing but mud." The man
I now was, who was scrambling off to take care
of all his pressing concerns, was just mud which
had been formed into a body and made to live by
God.

Uh-oh

Hey, wait. Then who was I to take off with God's
life to take care of my pressing issues? Mud
doesn't have issues -- mud doesn't really even
have needs. What was my big hurry? What the heck
was I doing? God had been able to make me live,
and anything that I needed God could take care
of. This was his project, and he could chose to
run it any way he wanted. What did I need to
worry about? After all, I was HIS mud. He owned
me; it was his responsibility.

Not even an "Excuse me"

I realized that from my birth I had used God's
life to take care of whatever concerns I had. I
lived life as I saw fit. I had never -- not even
once -- thought about what purpose God had in his
mind for me when he created me. His creation of
me, after all, hadn't been for me, it had been
for him! And his purpose waited, unfulfilled.

I have life-jacked God and am facing the Judge

I had never asked God, "What did you create me
for? What do you want me to do?" Nor had I ever
said, "Thank you for making me to live." No, I
had just mindlessly presumed to take his life
as my own possession and done whatever I wanted
with it. And that not very successfully, either.

I had stolen God's life -- and wasted it! He had
made me to live by his grace and for his purpose,
whatever that might be, and I had turned my back
on him and lived "my" life under my own lordship.

And now, here he is. The vision I was having was

proof to me that God was present and aware,

because I certainly wasn't the one showing this

stuff to me.

Talk about uncomfortable.

Suddenly sober

I stopped cold. "My life? My lordship? I don't
have any life! No wonder Jesus won't accept me -
- I'm a rebel!" I still considered "my" life
to be my life. What I had really been saying to
Jesus was, "I 'give' my life to you -- sort of,
on an experimental and conditional basis -- 'I'
will still be under my control, but I will
'submit' to you as long as I like what is
happening; and if I do not like what you do with
me, I am going to take 'me' back!"

I had "given" myself to Jesus as his peer, as his
equal, and, in my mind, I was still the ultimate
lord of my life.

Rebellion as witchcraft

By believing myself to be separate and
independent of God and his equal, I was in
rebellion against his lordship. I made myself
to be God: a separate God. I even had the
audacity to offer to God his own life as if it
were mine to give! And I expected gifts! "Wahoo,
God, jump for joy! Here I am acknowledging you."

I not only had no life to offer God, I had
NOTHING to offer God. I was his; everything
was his. I was just mud in ignorant rebellion
against him, as naked as could be and guilty as
charged.

Pre-forgiven

I had absolutely no justification for what I had
done except my complete ignorance of what I was
doing. When I had self-ignoranced myself to the
level of mud-man consciousness, I had no memory
of the consciousness I had been, of God, of his
intentions or of his purposes. I would have to
learn all of that during this life, and I was
just now starting school. I thought I was 

separate.

And God knew that: for God's sake, he was the
one doing it! This was his purpose, and for this
he says, "Father, forgive them, for they know
not what they do." I sure didn't. My freedom was

his gig.

There was nothing I could do but acknowledge
with all my heart God's absolute lordship and
cast myself upon his mercy -- and divest myself
of all self-control and self-lordship! Talk
about having to get rid of a bad habit! I had to
"un" all of my self-control completely.

I didn't know what might happen to me when I
did, but I had to stop all self-lordship. I
might fall flat on my face like a spineless
blob, but that would be all right. If God
caught me (and I believed he could), I would
stay up; but if he didn't, oh well.

I figured that I couldn't fall further than the
floor anyway, and not knowing what else to do,
I cast self-control out of myself: I totally
suspended and relinquished every vestige of it.
I went into "float".

And God caught me. I made absolutely no effort
to hold myself up, and I found that God was
strong to hold me up. I liked where I must be.

I stop here

In my mind, mud-man me knelt at a fallen tree.
As him I could sense the rosy glow of God's glory
filling the sky above me. I listened intently -
- I didn't want blow this opportunity -- whatever
God said, I would do! (This, by the way, is the
meaning of the Biblical name 'Simon': to hear
with intent to obey. "Upon this rock . . .")

The contrast between the God's glory and my own
worthlessness struck me. I said, "You are
glorious God. I am mud. You own me." I completely
and absolutely submitted to his lordship. Now I

was really "all in".

In that moment of absolute submission I heard a
soft voice within me say, "Remember this, and
it is all right."

I replayed the words in my mind, "all right?"

I am accepted? Hallelujah!"

I went into ecstasy and rivers of living waters
(the consciousness of holiness) began to well up

in my bowels. As they did, my jaw started to

quiver of its own accord. The minister next to

me said, "Don't try to control it; just let it

go."

Free wheeling

I guess he had "been there and done that"
himself. I wasn't about to start taking control
of anything, anyway. In my mind, I sat back
and just observed -- my mouth moved on its own
to form words which grew into a most beautiful
Oriental dialect. I let it go.

The minister's comment reminded me that I was
amongst people in a room on earth and probably
making a spectacle of myself. Raphael was slack-
jawed when I "landed" and opened my eyes. He
hadn't yet found the path.

Did you see my mistake?

I belabor this whole account to show you my
mistake. Did you see it? It is on either side
of Uh-oh, above. In my vision, I began as
imagination, consciousness. By the end of the
vision, my perspective had changed and I
believed that I was the mud-man who had been
animated by God. I recently realized that, in
reality, I was the consciousness sent by God to
animate the mud which I, at the end, believed
myself to be. And now am.

Did you follow that? It is kind of convoluted,
but the upshot is that I am not the animated,
I am the animator! There is a difference. For
one thing, the "rebel" . . . is God!

"This" was what?

I had been accepted by God on the condition
that I remember "this". What was the "this"
that makes everything all right between him
and me?

Basically, it is that I belong to God -- that
EVERYTHING belongs to God -- because he has
become everything. I am him -- we all are --
He is playing all the parts!

"Jesus Christ is the only true God, and so am I,
and so are you." -- William Blake

What God had shown me in the vision was that I
had so identified with the mud-man's ignorance
that I had come to believe that I actually was
mud, separate from God and animated by him by
some kind of remote control that left me on my
own, which is impossible because I am him: I am
his consciousness which was given to animate
the mud.

Were there a divide, I would be found on God's
side of the divide. But there is no divide.

There is just One.

 Isn't the mud separate?

As imagination, we all flipped from being God's
consciousness to being man's consciousness. It
is all imagination.

God is imagination: "Before/As the beginning,

(the Ineffable, Most High God) created . . .

his own imagination! "God" -- in the heavens

(our brains), and in the earth (our mud bodies)"

(Genesis 1: 1). There is nothing in the whole

world but God, and he is the Ineffable's

imagination. And us.

The biblical character Jesus Christ is that
imagination in us speaking to us from within us

because he is us.

'In' means is

What we perceive as "concrete reality" is really
God's imagination. Note this for your own sake:
the Most High imagines to concreteness. I cannot
imagine a clearer example of how to imagine for
the work of God we are called to do: he so

imagines that if we fall down, we go splat.

It hurts, yet "things seen were not made of

things which do appear" (Hebrews 11: 3). Because

they are imagined to the state of concreteness 

we call "existence".

(Bullinger holds that the above verse refers to
dispensational ages and not creation. I hold
that it refers to both, the dispensations being
illustrative -- imagic -- of the nature of

creation.)

We have lived under the illusion that we are
nothing but mud enlivened in God's grace by his
spirit. But we, of course, are the spirit. We are

the consciousness God sent into the mud to

enliven it. We are not the animated; we are the 

animators.

God is the original "package deal"

When God sends, he is the sent, for God does not
divide and separate, he emanates. The "package"
of God arrives, and all of God is inside! All of

his presence and potential he has hid in us,

because he is us. (Proverbs ch. 8; Ecclesiastes

3:11 -- our fulfilled destiny is to be the little

child who was before him from the get-go. All of

this is to get to that!)

We have life-jacked the mud

The so-called solar, sun-sprouted person who lived

on this earth, I joined and became. I, as the

spirit of God, did so so that he might become

God. Not that he wasn't already, but he didn't

know it. I have come alongside of him to lift him

up to conscious awareness of what he actually is:

the divine Ineffable in individuality.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know: I don't even know it

myself, so how can I lift him up? Well, I have

faith because I know him in whom I have believed,

and faith is the belief in things which are not

seen. The mud-man and I have become one flesh,

and as I learn the truth, I am his shield. I

descended to become him, and when I ascend again

to our father, I am taking him with me! I have
gotten him mind and speech. I'm also working on

character, integrity, fidelity to God's word, and

perhaps oddly, independence, too.

You also are God, imagination crucified on the

"cross" of your flesh and the person you believe

yourself to be in this world of affliction -

- hell -- saving your solar man's life. You became 

one with him and quickened him with the divine 

life of God's consciousness, which you are. And

just as you impregnated this spirit with the

divine seed of your awareness, your words and

thoughts are divine seeds that impregnate the

world you are in, and they return their fruit unto

you. You are a life-giving spirit -

- THE life-giving spirit. Begin to wake up now.

The mud stays here. 

"While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest,

and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day

and night shall not cease" (Genesis 8: 22).