Transcendently from His Spirit Being's Intent to My Brain's Physical Nerves' Hearing, God Spoke to Me

I suppose it is the Ineffable Who speaks through God. Actually hearing God is quite a phenomenon. You do not get over it. Moses didn't. Noah didn't. It is in your mind, but not OF your mind. It is distinctly separate, other - a visitor from outside your imagination. Jesus' intent transcends right into the nervous system of the brain's hearing lobe. And there it is, audible, but not having come through the ears.

Here is an aside: Who is to say this voice is God, His angel, or a demon? Its character? That is comes to pass? The voice speaks to ignorance. Our ignorance of it. We are ignorant, following blindly after phenomena of speech-not-ours: "Do this," and, "Do not do that."

We go by testimony. "It worked." "I have found him." It works for us - we have a church. Of what? Of words and reputation. It speaks, and we cannot see It except for Its works. There they are. What do Its works say to us? That we are ignorant, and that It is powerful. "You are either with Me or against Me." Do we believe what It says? You got a better solution? Religion is literally a 'Hail Mary.'

Tonight (last night, now) was Halloween, commemoration of the death of all the earth save the eight on Noah's ark. Ignorance died, save Ham's. We believe for the works' sake. "If it works, you have found Him." -Neville Goddard. Imagination? Spirit! The Spirit is Jesus: good, increase, benevolence, expansion - Jethro - apart from our efforts. I.e., it is its own nature: "This one will relieve our hearts from our toils and the work of our hands and from the soil that the Lord has cursed" (Genesis 5:29 Alexander). Our efforts are listed as the antediluvian patriarchs - the feebleness of the efforts of religion. They all went down the tubes in the flood ridding the world of ignorance - only rest in confident assurance and faith floated: "Make yourself an ark of wood." It works! Imagined reality causing a new world. Make yourself, the imagination you ARE, a wooden or physical ark of reality in effortless rest. Imagine it as real, and it will become real.

Well, that's what He says.