In researching I came across these two entries and I found them mirroring quantum physics that all time is simultaneous. And surprisingly found the original poem in my files. All surprises since memory falters and am glad hard files keep .
Journal entry April 6, ’92. . (.Edited only for length) Vault of God. . . .
Mentally I was expounding in front of a blackboard. With concentric circles I say that I am the inside of the outside of the inside of God. I am the spirit of the extension or the separateness yet united to the father or to the mother. Or I am the spirit of the expression of the Father or Mother. God put out an arm to sample the air and I took form and am the spirit of him who made me. We walked and talked and had our being and because of our need for expression we became man. Sweet Jesus, what a route. How did I get here after so many years?
I use this vehicle, but this Veronica is spirit. Separate yet part of the great god. And when Jesus said I am the son of the loving father, this is what he meant. We live and move and have our being in God. Paul Tillich. Beingness. Paul Tillich, I haven’t thought of you in a long time.
October 4, 2015. . . journal entry. . .
In scribing I lost my train of thought but capturing with. . . (gaining access to a vault of memories. That was what I was thinking yesterday when reading. That somehow the more active the brain or more access different portions of the brain had to centuries of memories, or archtypes, or cultures of humankind or possibly other are the differences in us.
The larger access one has the more painful is the human life. Because like me, for whatever reason I chose to come, or whatever reason my head had access to humanities’ memory vault, was what makes me the way I am. This goes for what is happening in the world, as we access humanities’ memory vaults.
We in evolution with the brains that are ours, either when we come in or as we evolve or are traumatized by what shocks our system, is why we behave as we do. And we have a history as the Nazarene said, as the twig is bent. . . )
Original Vault of God (journal entry April 6, 1992)
And the inside is the outside
of the inside of god.
And I am he.
I am the holder
of my mother’s memories.
I am the vault of her
who had me as an expression.
I am the vault of god
who expressed himself
through me and I am
the holder of memories.
God put out an arm to sample the air
and I took form and am
the spirit of him who made me.
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