Geometry of Divinity

We have a forest of I’s in our mind. Daily we wind our way through them as they constantly say “I am this, I am that”. These are the four voices of our thoughts, our feelings, our memories and our physical body. We have become so accustomed to listening to them that we think they are us. 

How did it happen that these four voices of energy took over and masqueraded as the real I? Who let them take charge of our lives and paint pictures of who we are and what life is all about? We believe their pictures are true and what do we get? Nothing but a heartache. Sometimes they promise a pleasant happening or possession. We experience it and are left unsatisfied. It’s like picking up an attractive looking bottle promising a great tasting drink and then finding it’s empty. Lots of times they promise something awful, and we die a hundred deaths but the awful event never happens. 

I’ve often pondered on why and how this came about. I mean, we are God. God is the real I. The I that gives life to these voices. So far, the following explanation is the best answer I’ve found. When we first incarnated, perhaps thousands of embodiments ago, we were totally in touch with the real I. We knew this I was our Source. When we first came we were a good-looking bunch and the earth looked great, no environmental problems. Now here’s the interesting part. We come with an I-making faculty. It’s a sense of self-awareness that helps give us an identity. The way it works is that what we focus on we identify with. So, if we are focusing on our God Self, we identify with our real I. Eye-magic—we imagine and by that image we create. We are God creating our world.

Here’s how we got off the track. Remember the Greek myth of Narcissus, the youth who was handsome, who looked in a clear pool and fell in love with his own reflection? That’s how it all started. The earth and our forms in those early days appeared rather good and we got distracted. We became fascinated with the reports from our senses, those little pinholes into the matter universe that see only a wee portion of what is happening. Slowly, over many embodiments we put more and more of our attention on the outer world and our bodies and less on our God Self. This I-making faculty does its job no matter what we are focusing on. One day, we “woke up” and had forgotten who we really were. This I-making faculty had built up a self that appeared separate and alone in the world. 

Then there’s Rama Maharshi. I found a transcript of his interview with Richard Wright, Yogananda’s secretary when they visited him in 1935. Richard asked him about the Self and Maharshi said: “The Self is known to everyone but not clearly. You always exist. The Be-ing is the Self. ‘I AM is the name of God.” Then Richard asked him about why there is good and evil. In answer he said: “They are relative terms. There must be a subject to know the good and evil. The subject is the ego. Trace the source of the ego. It ends in the Self.” (My note: ego is the accumulation of pretend I’s)

I believe there is nothing but God. So even the fake I’s are made up of God’s energy. The fake I is just a tangled mass of light that has made an inaccurate impression on my outer mind. The light of my God Self has been unconditionally given to me every day in this and all past embodiments and I have, by my free will, woven it into beautiful or not so beautiful patterns. 

What can I do with this returning energy, as by the law of the circle it lands on my doorstep each day? Consider this: for every inaccurate idea I have embraced there is a perfect idea or pattern in the Divine Mind of my God Self that can make a new and lasting impression on my outer mind if I can perceive it. This divine idea will, if paid attention to, replace the inaccurate idea. It has within it transmutative power. It’s not a matter of wishful thinking, of imagining something pleasant. It’s a tuning into that Mind. Here’s what Florence Scovel Shinn says about this. “The superconscious mind is the God Mind within each man and is the realm of perfect ideas. In it, is the ‘perfect pattern’ spoken of by Plato.” 

Let me give an example of how this worked in my life. Many years ago, my dad was dying, and I had flown home to be with him for a few days. As I sat with him he would often moan with the pain. I felt so helpless. So, I prayed to my God Self to please show me the true picture of what was happening. As I closed my eyes and quieted my thoughts a beautiful picture came to me of a glistening white oval shape like an egg with little shreds of shell on the ground around it. As I saw this picture the memory flew in of the time a few weeks past when I had been with a friend giving birth to her first child. Her moans sounded just like my dad’s. I knew then to my core that my dad was not dying, it was not the end of his life, but he was being set free from an old shell that was no longer needed. On the last day of my visit, I said goodbye to him in that hospital room. As I walked out of the hospital I looked at the sky. The clouds were like a white amphitheater circling an expanse of blue with the sun in the center. My heart knew there was a higher more beautiful drama taking place. 

I have tried this method of asking my God Self for the perfect pattern or picture many times and it has never failed to give me a light-filled picture that frees me from the inaccurate idea that the fake ‘I’ had grasped. Lest I appear like some saint I must confess that many times I forget to ask and try to coexist with the inaccurate idea. When it gets really uncomfortable then I usually remember to ask

How can I express what a comfort it is to know that within me dwells the true ‘I’ that is my Friend of Friends. This is the all-seeing ‘I’ that sees the snarls of inaccurate ideas, smiles sometimes at their silliness and sends me, when I ask, the true beautiful pattern that is held in the Divine Mind. My task is to keep my attention on the true pattern, the geometry of Divinity and let it lead me out of the forest of fake I’s into that sunlit world of my truest Friend. This is bringing heaven to earth.