The Monitor

In March of 1975, in an occult meditation class, I learned that I, my being, was being monitored. Someone is watching our brains, our thoughts, our lives and all our perceptions "twenty-four/ seven." He is never away from us, never asleep, but rather guides us and gives us instruction. He doesn't judge us to condemnation, but judges whether good or bad -- like Him or not. Because we ARE Him.

There is only one imagination in all the universe, His, for He is "God," the consciousness of the Ineffable, sent to make us (and everything else) manifest Him, and through Him the One Who sent Him. He is the Milta, the Christ, the Son of the Living God -- the Consciousness Who rides in individual perception in each of our bodies "as" us. All imagination is His.