The Becoming God

Wednesday, June 10, 2020

Would You Help Answer This? Response to Comment on Time Travel and Lost Loved Ones

My post Why We Will Never See the Other Time Travel, January 3, 2017, not too long ago received a question:

"What exactly do you propose for those that have lost loved ones due to senseless acts of violence or other untimely circumstances?"

Huh?

I am not really sure what to do with this question. What do I propose? I could say that we can learn to travel time in imagination, in our consciousness. That is not much different than controlled dreaming. As our immortal body is Imagination, both we and our loved ones are eternal beings. Leaving this experience by any cause, "good, bad, or indifferent," we find ourselves in another experience--this present one usually completely forgotten--and have no hankering to get back to loved ones left. God is playing all the parts--the perpetrator and the victim and us--and is moving on. Unless we have reached the Judgment, we continue to be stimulated to improvement, to becoming more like God in submission and similitude of nature and character. For all is God becoming.

All of this, of course, goes without saying. In my post, I used the example of the woman in The Law and the Promise (p. 19, or search for 'swing'), who as a girl had fallen from a swing and injured her back. Going back in time in imagination, she corrected the experience and was healed. In her imagined revised experience, she ran to her mother to have her watch how she could swing and land correctly without injury. It would be interesting if her mother, if still living, had any recollection of the injurious event.

Asking God, though, what one who had lost loved ones due to senseless acts of violence or other untimely circumstances could DO, I keep hearing: "Stop it!"

"Stop it?"

"Yes. You (all y'all). Stop it. This is the world of your imagination; the world of your making. STOP IT!! Stop making it. It is in your hands to stop what you are imagining and to imagine the world you desire. Things are the way they are because you expect them to be. I am not doing it. That, the stuff 'out there,' is your reward--the Law of YOUR Assumption put into effect. THAT is what you are experiencing. It is all happening on YOUR watch, for it is YOU! If you do not like your manifestation, try MY imagination."

We do not like what is manifest in the world, but we have not resisted imagining it to the shedding of blood. The man Jesus did, and he entered into the world he desired, the world he assumed existed for him, though he had to die to get there. We do not need to die, for that world is GIVEN. For the man Jesus died for all WHO WOULD BELIEVE. Would to God we believed.

An example:
Dr. Frank C. Laubach didn't like illiteracy. It hurt poor people. Illiterates were powerless. He decided to stop it. He started a literacy program in a backwoods village in the Philippines, and by the time he died more than sixty MILLION people had learned to read and write in their own languages! We can change the world by imagining how it ought to be--how God would have it--and by living that. A lived imagination. It is an expectation believed, vocalized, and doggedly pursued. Faith is one foot placed in front of the other again and again and again. Loved ones untimely lost to senseless acts of violence are saying, "How long, O Lord?" I.e., how long until we drag the world to the Lamb by imagining it under His Grace instead of ours?

How would you answer the question posed in the comment? Thanks.

1 Comments:

  • loving your blog tremendously! Especially love your responses to the doubters and the people who constantly bring up luciferians and magick and madame blavatsky ..

    They dont realize that all there is is God. There's no On and Off switch to this. You dont just stop manifesting with the imagination- it still continues. So imagine nobly and wisely! That's what Neville teaches. I just don't understand how people could misunderstand him to THAT extent. It's very sad what religion has done to these people.

    By Anonymous Shveta Hariharan, at 7:47 PM  

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