What Was Forgotten

All manifested form, all energy given form, is a creation of the formless, the energetic. As the energetic in its purest state is love, it naturally seeks to express itself. The most natural means of expression is through creation. We are the creative expression of the formless, the energetic.It is as if an artist is painting a scene, wondering what it would be like to be there, so they enter the painting. But they forget that they are not the painting, that they are not the painted scene. That in reality they are the one painting the scene. They are the artist, not what the artist is painting.

This world is the playground of the formless, the energetic. It has entered into the world it has created through us. It experiences the world it created through us. It does so out of unconditional love and joy. It is unconditionally loving, naturally joyous, creative and adventurous. Our lives are its adventure, our world is its creative expression.

We are both the artist painting the scene, and the adventurer exploring it. But so many of us forget that we are connected to, one with, and in fact are the artist. In forgetting we are the artist, we forget that this life is supposed to be an adventure. In this forgetting most of us loose our joy, although a few find it in their creative expression.

The formless, the energetic, is having fun. When it enters its creation to experience it through us it is playing. Very much like an actor playing a role. But many of us forget we are playing a role and instead become identified with it. The true cause of suffering is twofold:

1. We forget we are the artist exploring their creation.
2. We forget we are playing a role, and instead become identified with that role.

We could sum it up by saying that all suffering is the result of our forgetfulness. Because it is only in our forgetfulness that we harm this world and each other. This is why we are not punished for what we do in our lives. Could you, while being loving, punish a child for forgetting something? No, of course not. Not out of love. It is even more so for the formless, the energetic, as it is unconditionally loving.

When motivated by love you would not punish another for being forgetful or unaware. You might be able to do so from a place outside of love. But in the formless, the energetic, there is no place outside of love. Love is all there is. It is complete, total and unconditional. You could say, in fact, that the formless, the energetic, is nothing but love. Love in its purest, undistilled, undiluted formless state.

Any form is made from the formless, the energetic, and all form returns to its natural formless state. All things come from formlessness to form, to return to formlessness. As the canvas of a artist is the focus for their creative expression through painting, so all form is the canvas of the formless, the energetic, through which it focuses its creative expression. Unlike the artist, where the canvas, paint, paint brushes and scenery are all separate from them, all form is made of the stuff of the formless, the energetic.

That is why it is accurate to say you are connected to God, one with God, and God. God is just an idea you have about the formless, the energetic. It is just a label, a name, you give to that which has no name and can not be labeled. Whatever name or label you use for the formless, the energetic, you are that. You are made of that, you are connected to that, you are one with that, you are that. You are the creative expression of that, and you are that which is creatively expressing itself.

It is pointless to argue over what it is, because the formless, the energetic, is not only your idea of it, it is also, at the same time, the ideas of everyone else. There is nothing contradictory here. Because all ideas come from the formless, the energetic. There is no one way to remembering what has been forgotten. There are infinite ways to remembering. Each individual expression of the formless, the energetic, will find its own.

You can not describe or know the energetic, the formless, any more than you could describe or know a distant mountain that you have never seen. Even if someone were to describe it to you, perfectly, without the bias of their perception (which is impossible), you still would not be able to truly describe or know the mountain. Even if you were to see a picture of it in a book, or to read about it, you still would not be able to authentically, truly describe it or know it. The only way you could ever authentically, truly describe it or know it is to go there and see it for yourself.

If you can not authentically, truly describe or know something in the world of form that you have never experienced with your physical form or seen with your physical eyes, how would you ever be able to authentically, truly describe or know something in the formless, the energetic? You can not. The only way to truly describe or know the formless, the energetic is to experience it for yourself. The descriptions of others, the experiences of others, are not enough.

That is why it is so pointless to fight over what are considered to be holy books. The experiences of others are meaningless to your experience. A holy book may bring you to where you experience the formless, the energetic for yourself. But at best it is a guide. At worst you substitute the experiences of others for the Truth of the formless, the energetic. But it is not the Truth, because it is not your truth. The closest to the Truth any of us will ever come is when we experience the formless, the energetic, for ourselves. But that will only ever be our truth, and not the Truth.

It is time to remember what has been forgotten. You are not only a creative expression of the formless, the energetic. You are not only the role that you play. You are formless, the energetic, creatively expressing itself through you, and experiencing its creative expression through you. You are the artist, the canvas, the painting, the paint brushes and that which is being painted. There is no separation between the formless, the energetic, its creative expression, and you. Only in your forgetfulness do you experience the illusion of separation. Only in your forgetfulness do you suffer.

It is time to remember.

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