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I thought Source was a God.
A God who was Perfect.
A God who could do no wrong
A god pure and dressed in white
Floating somewhere above the world
Above the universe.
But the Bible says
God created us in his image.
And so I thought about that.
There are people of every color
Every belief system
And there are all kinds of strange things and strange people
That got put together on this earth.
And what does that say about this image?
Who is this God – this energy – this creator – this source?
Maybe he, she, or it
Is creative in the wildest sense of the word.
Maybe this source has a sense of humor.
Maybe Source is capricious and doesn’t stop to think
About whether anything matches, or whether it fits
Or whether it will even work
Or whether it will be destructive.
Maybe everything really belongs.
And it is our consciousness
That is a mistake.