No, strike that. God did not create man in the beginning, he had better things to do: like building a new universe. Think about that one. Man was included in the plan, along with about a thousand thousand thousand (okay, just keep that number going in your mind) – alien races.
They are all part of God’s plan.
We weren’t created in “god’s image”, not the way the pope would like you to think. (You think god has two hands, arms, and legs and a shaggy white beard??? Pol-leeeeeze!!! You have let words come into your mind.)
If anything we are like Him in every other single way. We feel; He feels. We think, He thinks. We wonder and question, He wonders and questions, and asks Himself: where is this all going.
In some ways, the Universe is a grand ol’ experiment on a universal scale, us included.
You think God doesn’t ‘evolve’??? Do you picture some old statue frozen in time and place? Again, that long drawn out ‘please’ word. God is a dynamic being, with goals of his own.
God didn’t ‘start’ with us, and it didn’t happen in seven days. It took much, much, much longer than that! And he had His time – after all, when you are an eternal being, what’s a few millions of years? Not even a drop in the bucket, or whisper in the wind.
God set up this universe. He has a goal whether we like it or not, accept it or not, fight it or not, and he’s gonna do it, taking us all – and I do mean ALL – with him. So stop your struggling and fighting this well known fact (if you’re a believer, that is.) If you don’t believe, that’s okay, too. It really doesn’t matter to him because it makes no difference to him, and he loves you regardless. What you may see as abuse by God doesn’t affect the goal. Actually, most of the abuse you’ve suffered is to teach you as well as me and my selves. We’ve learned. (took enough time! but he’s patient, would recycle me in a heartbeat if needed to get me to learn this stuff. Which I am. I don’t like being recycled; it means coming back down here and trying it again. Great fun, eh? Enjoying your life? I’m starting to enjoy mine after, oh, 49 years.) You’ll find out.
BTW, if you find this offense, I don’t care; it’s all right, because it doesn’t matter in the end. I’m just trying to help some folks find their soul and that connection they have felt missin’ since, oh …. say about day one. (Like I did; lost the durn telephone number I guess! LOL!)
In the beginning, God had to create life, because that is part of him. Think “magic spark”. But . . . there’s only raw materials to work with. How the materials got there is, well … . We’re thinkin’ it has to do with something scientists can’t see (but are trying to find out.). Also explains that new mystery to my own scientists about scientists discovering the universe is expanding at an ever increasing rate. And yes this all ties in together (thinking of Jeffery’s song sung to the Oz Scarecrow’s tune “If I Only Had a Brain”.)
But here’s all this material, worlds built and all that kinda nonsense. He’s got to populate these. How does he start?
Again, easy enough. (After all, ya gotta remember who this guy is!.) Have you heard about self-replicating molecules?? What about prions??? Then the step of Life – those little things we call viruses? Moving on, growing more complex – yes, you can call it “divine intervention in evolution” – and you’d be sort of right.
After all, God knows which way to roll the ball. Roll it in one direction, it goes this way; roll it in another and you’ve got . . . mankind. (yippee! we’re here! Everyone dance . . . thinking of that old skit on Saturday Late Night Show . . . ‘and daunce!” boogieing around.) Truth and symbology to that.
Getting back to this bird we saw (you’ve been patient with me, thank you very much.)
In every form of life – from those little viruses to mammoth elephants and beyond . . . is a spark of life. And THAT life is the essence of what we’ve all been looking for (duh, come on with me, we’ve been talking about this all morning. Do I have to spell everything out?) In every blade of grass, stick and twig; in you and me and your dog and cat and that bird out there – is a speck of the REAL godhead. Right there, right in front of your nose; everywhere if you think about it in the terms I do, with our “science” side knowing we are covered in ‘germs’ and ‘filth’. Well guess what, boys and girls – don’t hate. They are there because they are there, and if you think about it right you realize: we are covered, surrounded, inside and out, over and over again, top middle and bottom – with this, “his” essence. That is NOT to say “we” or you or any of those animals* out there ARE god; they’re not, and neither are we. Just a part of him.
Anyway, that’s what I saw out there in this little bird chirruping and flapping around as it hunted for seeds and insects to eat. (Yeah, parts of god eating himself; shades of a Christian religious belief.)
And that’s all, folks. This is Elvis, signing off, hoping I made some sense and enlightened some eyes. If not (shrug) – He don’t care. Not really. Because it doesn’t matter in the end.
He loves ya anyway.
Have a good day; we have duties to do. Like mow the yard. (ugh, parts of me are saying, but it’s good – sunny, beautiful day down, and M3 has been trying to get on it for the past few days.) sighing — off to the races again, my friends, riding my mowing horse, LOL! (Better put the earplugs in, I’d reckon! And nose filters, too – there’s gonna be some real dust!! (cough cough, hack hack, leaving the theater to go help, LOL!)))
*PS: always forget these stupid notes when I see someone saying something and I’m too busy typing. “Animals” (see asterisk) – do you think this – all of the above? – is where our ancestors got the bizarre notion that if they sacrificed animals it would buy them heaven? Interesting theory. And yes: we did study sociology as part of our self-defense against our biological father. He put us through a psych experiment — see which way the mouse would twitch, and if he trained it: could he kill it? I know he ‘killed’ my sibling, who was not given training. You know: control subject. And poor other mouse is very much ‘dead’. We have grave doubts we’ll ever be able to help him get past the wall of words he’s built within himself, against himself and the world. I would love to be able do unburying his dead selves, and the person (soul) he used to be. Social pressures have made him, well … lets just say I’m sad for him.
Signing off – E.