How I Picture(d) The Ineffable, And Was Healed

This picture of the Ineffable is in my mind almost all the day, and certainly every time I write. In my mind, I do not see a thing; I sense a pervasive field like an electromagnetic field, or the field of gravity. No "thing" is there, just the emptiness of all dimensions alive with the invisible, pervasive power of the field. The Ineffable has no locality. No body. No light or darkness. No hands, feet, eyes, mouth, agencies of the senses - nothing. It is a field alone, and apart from Its self, empty.

That is my starting place: an empty, invisible, pervasive field of force or power. With this one caveat: the force has at some time in the past become conscious and aware of its own existence. It knows that it exists, and It has learned what It Itself can do by Its power. I.e., It can imagine, and Its intelligence can become what It believes that It is.

Its intelligence has believed that It is all the various forms of strength and power, that It is light, that It is particulate, that Its particles take forms, that It has experiences, and that It - the Ineffable Force or Power-type Thing Itself - is perfectly manifest (that being the "Son" or Milta [Miltha, Aramaic]).

One night I was contemplating this, that everything, including myself, was and is the intelligence of the Ineffable No-thing having become, well, everything. It scared me. The Ineffable is not just close, He IS. The walls, the floor, the light filament, the air I breathed--everything was Him. HIM. He is the invisible, the empty void, the Divine Consciousness, AND He is me. He wants to be known, to be acknowledged, to be rightly honored and loved, to be included. And I had failed. I directed my own life as though it really were mine. I included the Ineffable in almost none of my thoughts, even though I consider myself a Pentecostal theologian. This sure put me in a mood of repentance, and I humbled myself before God, honored Him, and thanked Him for everything; for BEING everything.

That particular night, perhaps you have had this experience, my shoulder between my neck and left shoulder blade was just throbbing. I would have appreciated an elephant stepping on that muscle just above the shoulder blade to squeeze out the pain I was feeling. Anyway, I made my way to bed. I was emotionally stoked on this contemplation/revelation of God's presence, His intelligence being everything in my experience. Reflecting on my situation, I observed to the intelligence in particular, "You can heal me." Before my head hit the pillow, all the pain in my shoulder was gone. As my friend Lynn said when she had a like experience, I couldn't make myself hurt. I thanked Him, and slept very comfortably.