Toward Understanding The Union

I saw the union of God and man, and I do not know if I will ever be able to express it anywhere near as clear as I saw it, but I will try. Thinking of the confusion about it, I was directed to the book Pseudo Christians by Ray C. Jarman (1972, Watchung NJ: Charisma Books). Jarman had been very confused about the union, but by the grace of God, after 52 years of hyper-successful church leadership as a pseudo-Christian, he became a "born-again," Holy Ghost-baptized, tongue-speaking leader in the 1960s-1970s Jesus Movement. My mother blessed me with three of his post-conversion books. If you can find Sunrise at Evening (1975, Monroeville, PA: Whitaker House), get it. I would like to share a moving and I think enlightening passage from that book (p. 103-107):

Carmen was awakened by a most vivid dream. It seemed so real! She jumped out of bed and wrote down what she had dreamed.
Carmen was walking along a busy street when she looked up to see a small white bird coming down and hovering over her shoulder. The bird was encircled by a ring of light out of which projected tiny flames like candles in a crown. The white bird settled upon her head as she walked along, but hardly anyone else noticed it. The flames grew dim and began to go out. The fluttering wings were stilled and she reached up to remove the bird from her head. Her hand touched a large number of white cloths streaked with blood. Carmen finally pulled off all the blood-stained cloths to discover the bird in the center--dead.
She wrapped the cloths around her hand and looked for a place to clean the blood out of her hair, wondering how such a little bird could have so much blood. She entered a large church building containing turnstiles where everyone had to deposit money upon entering, but she was refused by a well-dressed usher. "You can't come in here with that!"
"I don't want to see the performance," Carmen replied. "I just want to put this somewhere and fix my hair."
The usher was adamant.
Carmen spoke icily about her being employed by the church and only then would he allow her to enter.
She found a room where water was available and a sympathetic woman offered to help her. Then she awoke.
Carmen told me of the dream. She searched for its interpretation for weeks. Her mystical interests were aroused and she even went to a prominent metaphysical teacher and writer on the subject of dream interpretation. Carmen researched the literature on interpretation of dreams, but nowhere could she find understanding. She prayed earnestly for God's help, and a voice seemed to say, "You must discover the interpretation for yourself." And her search continued unabated.
One morning, weeks later, Carmen was alone at home when she felt an urge to turn on the radio. After the closing lines of a hymn, a man's voice began: "A minister was once speaking to a farmer about Jesus Christ but the farmer was not interested. During the minister's visit to the farm the owner said, 'Pastor, come out here. I want you to see something.'
"The minister walked with the farmer to the hen house, where he saw a hen sitting on her nest with a number of chicks peeping out from under her wings. 'Touch her,' said the farmer.
"The minister touched the hen and drew back in horror. She was cold and stiff. 'A weasel came in during the night,' the farmer explained. 'Rather than run away, the hen stayed on her nest, allowing the weasel to suck all her blood out through this bite in her head. She died to protect the lives of her chicks. Isn't that something, Pastor?'
"'It certainly is,' answered the minister. 'It is just what Jesus did on the cross for you. Now do you understand?'"
Carmen almost dropped the dish she was washing. Her dream! She quickly turned off the radio and stood there wondering. "Could that white bird be Jesus? Was I like the chicks under the hen's wings? The bird had not abandoned me, but died instead. And the white bands of blood-stained cloth--were they all my accumulation of sin?" Carmen's mind recalled the multitudes in Revelation whose robes had been made white by the blood of the Lamb. And another Scripture came in her mind: "Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." "Did the usher represent the modern church saying of the blood of Jesus, 'You can't come in here with that!'?"
Carmen knelt and asked God in an untypical childlike manner, "Please God, may I speak directly to Jesus?"
Instantly He was there! "Dear Lord Jesus--was the pure white bird in my dream--You? Was its dead body--Your body, broken--for me? Was its blood--Your blood, poured out--for me? Did You make all my unworthiness, all my unrighteousness--clean and white? Did You do that--for me? Did You do this for--Carmen Benson?"
"Yes," came a tender, majestic reply, "for Carmen Benson." Jesus called her by name.
Tears flowed freely as she felt great love and compassion pouring down upon her. Carmen's body was shaking with sobs and she fell on her face and worshiped her Savior.
Just as I had taught her, Carmen had dismissed the blood of Jesus Christ as a relic of primitive thinking. Perhaps He was somehow the Savior of the world; but how could Jesus die for our sins when we weren't even born two thousand years ago? Why should He pay for our sins? We should bear the punishment for our own sins ourselves. The Gospel was all too simple, too easy. But suddenly Carmen accepted that "simple" Gospel.

Jesus was instantly in Carmen's mind because He is common to all beings. YHWH's eternal state of grace - His love and our forgiveness - is available to all as He is in all. We - all beings - are His imagination. His forgiving, loving grace is only as far away as our minds. And it is NOW! The eternal state of grace was meant for all FROM THE BEGINNING: it is His intention for His entire Manifestation. Jesus the human, YHWH incarnate, REVEALED it by DOING it two thousand years ago (John 1:18). Here's the point: HE IS INCARNATE IN US. Our flesh is THAT flesh. We are in a union like the hen and the chicks. It is constant and real. We are all monitored and steered toward our realization of the union: Mom so loved us. When it clicks, the reality is granted, immediate, and right here, right now, really real.