I heard someone share a wonderfully inspiring revelation this evening. They spoke of a tree knowing it is a tree and being perfectly fine and comfortable being a tree, as God had intended.
He added that a tree would never want to be cut down to become a house, because the tree was at peace being a tree.
He went on to say the same things about “us”, as we were created by God as we are, and should be content and comfortable being as God created us.
What this form does not understand, sense or see, is that “we” are the cut down tree.
It is all so very simple; Man cut down a tree and made a house.
“we” are this house.
Can the cut down, detached tree of “life”, sense it “self” apart from the whole? Hell Yes.
Can “it” feel pain? Hell yes.
Does “it” miss its trunk and roots? Hell yes.
Can “it” go back to its “life” of origin, as something more than food? Hell no.
How long will “it” persist, apart from the <LIVING>? For decades of hell.
Can you teach “it” to put a smile on its new face and make the best of it? Hell yes, but only if you lie to it and keep it confused about “its” truth.
Is “it” alive? Hell no.
Can “it” be resurrected? I do not fucking know.
Can “it” become a <live>, with out needing man to stand it up and walk it around? I do not fucking know.
All I know is that someone cut me down, formed me up and dwells within and it was not <GOD>.
If it were, “I” would be <ALIVE>.
How would man control an unaware, self-aware? https://wp.me/p45jDX-FS