A Note from Neale...

Hello my wonderful friends... 

We have been discussing here the nature of The Holy Experience, and the difference between God and human beings. And one thing we noted is that... 

...the difference between Divinity and Humanity is that Divinity seeks only to distribute, and Humanity seeks only to gather. 

God cannot gather anything, because God IS everything. Therefore, there is nothing for God TO gather. 

Yet if God cannot gather, and if you are God, then you cannot gather, either. 

Perhaps you've already noticed this. Perhaps you've already noticed that, even if you do manage to collect a few things along the way, sooner or later it all disappears. At the end, none of it is there. You go on, but none of it goes with you. 

What is it they say? "You can't take it with you." 

In fact, it's all starting to disappear right now. You don't have the friends you had. You don't have the stuff you had. You don't even have the feelings you had. 

Everything you thought was "you," or that at least helped to define you, has disappeared. There is nothing that is permanent. There is nothing that stays. 

Everything goes. 

Which is an interesting fact about life. 

Everything goes. 

And when you understand this, everything goes. There are no restrictions anymore. You can do anything you wish, say anything you wish, think anything you wish, because you're not trying to hold onto anything anymore. 

What's the point? You can't hold onto it anyway. It's all going to go away. In the end, if not before. 

This may sound like a desolate and despairing scenario, yet the truth is, it's liberating. You can't have anything forever. If you had it forever, the having of it would mean nothing. 

The Holy Experience is knowing this. 

Each moment becomes truly holy, because each moment ends. It cannot be held onto forever. Not a single moment can. Therefore, every single moment is sacred. 

Like a snowflake, the moments fall and form a collection that melts into the stream of our lives that evaporates into nothingness, disappearing from sight but not from Reality, condensing and forming cloudy formations, which then drop down as new snowflakes, new lives, starting the whole cycle over again. 

Each snowflake, each moment, is utterly magnificent; cryingly, achingly, tearfully beautiful, unfathomably perfect. As is each life. 

Hugs and Love,