Before meditating in the morning, I pray for an intuitive thought, inspiration or decision. I have been reading Spinoza, an Enlightenment Period philosopher, hence pondering his philosophy of God and the human mind. Well, I’m always reading and pondering God and human consciousness; and I have been occupied with this for the past 40 years. I’m always wondering why God created me. What idea did God have since I don’t consider myself a necessary being, or a great contributor to humanity?
This morning, in meditation, I thought, “I get to choose the meaning of my life!” An emphatic thought!!! A strong feeling of inspiration filled me. Coming out of meditation, I wrote this:
God is the meaning of my life. I get to choose the meaning of my life and I choose God. Or, it is to say, “In the beginning was The Word,” The Word who is the created, animated, essence of God (reference the Gospel of John, 1.1). I am, no less than The Word, in God and of God. So I can, no less than The Word, contemplate God and the essence of God with my essence, my existence, and all my being.
John 1.1: “In the beginning was the Word: the Word was with God and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him, all things came into being…” Unless one has studied scripture, one might not have heard of The Logos. Logos means Word, the Word of God, or principle of divine reason and creative order, identified in the Gospel of John with the second person of the incarnate God.
Pondering The Word, I can feel the divine idea permeating me and I can feel my non-physical being (soul) very vividly. I can sit and feel the extension of my physical self into the spiritual realm and the extension of consciousness throughout all creation.
The long form of the twelfth tradition of Alcoholics Anonymous says, “…we are actually to practice a genuine humility. This to the end that our great blessings may never spoil us; that we shall forever live in thankful contemplation of Him who presides over us all.” That is my ethos, my meaning and my gift to you who read this on Thanksgiving Day 2021.
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