Being in God
A Witnessing, by the Author
I attest to the experience of a spiritual fundament that gives value to all I do and all I am. In the Silence within, there is a Peace that presents itself as Consciousness. This Consciousness is very large. It is indefinite and limitless, but everywhere recognizable.
I find myself to be present in this Consciousness. This Consciousness includes everything that presents itself as sensory experience; everything that presents itself as bodily experience; everything that presents itself as mental and spiritual experience.
In the Silence, in this Consciousness, I pass away! My body is dismissed. My feelings are dismissed. My thoughts are dismissed. What Is is what is present in Consciousness.
In the Silence, a present physical location is experienced. This physical location is a viewpoint in which I recognize the inclusion of myself among all that exists. And also, this physical location opens. It has a dimension to it—a fullness—that extends beyond simple location. This experience of opening out brings me into the presence of Consciousness itself. This Consciousness in which everything that is exists and plays out itself—this Consciousness I recognize as Divinity or God.
In the Silence is the one large Consciousness. There are not two. There are not I and Divinity. There is Divinity alone. This point of physical location, this point of consciousness perceiving itself—when I am not in the Silence, when I name things—I call “myself.” Nonetheless, no matter how I segment the Divine Consciousness by naming it or by paying attention to it to the exclusion of all else that is, this location which I easily call “myself” is Divinity, the Divine Consciousness, as is everything that occurs in Consciousness.
I can do nothing else but call this location “I,” as though I exist separately from Divinity. But that is not the case. Divinity is everything. I am nothing but the Divine Consciousness perceiving in Love this one particular location as being present to Divine Consciousness. I am nothing other than Divinity being conscious of itself in this particular location, and calling itself in this place “I, Matthew.”
At this time, in this place that arises as present in the Divine Consciousness and which names itself my name, I cannot change my location to Paris or Mars or Heaven. This is what one might call Heaven, the presence of Divinity in the moment-by-moment act of bringing “me” into being in the Divine Consciousness. In this location which arises in the Divine Consciousness, “I” am led to desire to do what is just and loving. Sometimes this goodness comes to be. Sometimes not. Nonetheless, the Goodness—whatever it may be—flows in and from this place.
That is the sum of what I know and of what I surmise I need to know. The rest is mental construct when “I” leave the interior Silence, amid the clatter of words—when I again take myself seriously, as though a thing of importance. Then the flow of words begins, the logical inter-meshing of ideas, the overstepping the boundaries of experience into generalization—all this wasteful expense of energy, aimed at trying to explain and define what is inexplicable and indefinable: the Loving Consciousness of God.
Copyright © 2016 by Matthew Skulicz
I attest to the experience of a spiritual fundament that gives value to all I do and all I am. In the Silence within, there is a Peace that presents itself as Consciousness. This Consciousness is very large. It is indefinite and limitless, but everywhere recognizable.
I find myself to be present in this Consciousness. This Consciousness includes everything that presents itself as sensory experience; everything that presents itself as bodily experience; everything that presents itself as mental and spiritual experience.
In the Silence, in this Consciousness, I pass away! My body is dismissed. My feelings are dismissed. My thoughts are dismissed. What Is is what is present in Consciousness.
In the Silence, a present physical location is experienced. This physical location is a viewpoint in which I recognize the inclusion of myself among all that exists. And also, this physical location opens. It has a dimension to it—a fullness—that extends beyond simple location. This experience of opening out brings me into the presence of Consciousness itself. This Consciousness in which everything that is exists and plays out itself—this Consciousness I recognize as Divinity or God.
In the Silence is the one large Consciousness. There are not two. There are not I and Divinity. There is Divinity alone. This point of physical location, this point of consciousness perceiving itself—when I am not in the Silence, when I name things—I call “myself.” Nonetheless, no matter how I segment the Divine Consciousness by naming it or by paying attention to it to the exclusion of all else that is, this location which I easily call “myself” is Divinity, the Divine Consciousness, as is everything that occurs in Consciousness.
I can do nothing else but call this location “I,” as though I exist separately from Divinity. But that is not the case. Divinity is everything. I am nothing but the Divine Consciousness perceiving in Love this one particular location as being present to Divine Consciousness. I am nothing other than Divinity being conscious of itself in this particular location, and calling itself in this place “I, Matthew.”
At this time, in this place that arises as present in the Divine Consciousness and which names itself my name, I cannot change my location to Paris or Mars or Heaven. This is what one might call Heaven, the presence of Divinity in the moment-by-moment act of bringing “me” into being in the Divine Consciousness. In this location which arises in the Divine Consciousness, “I” am led to desire to do what is just and loving. Sometimes this goodness comes to be. Sometimes not. Nonetheless, the Goodness—whatever it may be—flows in and from this place.
That is the sum of what I know and of what I surmise I need to know. The rest is mental construct when “I” leave the interior Silence, amid the clatter of words—when I again take myself seriously, as though a thing of importance. Then the flow of words begins, the logical inter-meshing of ideas, the overstepping the boundaries of experience into generalization—all this wasteful expense of energy, aimed at trying to explain and define what is inexplicable and indefinable: the Loving Consciousness of God.
Copyright © 2016 by Matthew Skulicz
