What is God and What is our Relationship with Him? By Hazur Baba Sawan Singh (Philosophy of the Masters)
"The Lord is the great storehouse of consciousness. He is the embodiment of reason and the treasure-house of intelligence. He is the repository of love and compassion. We are parts of Him; He is the whole. The essence of which our souls is made, its fountain source, is called the Lord. If we are a drop of consciousness, He is the Ocean of Consciousness. We are a ray of the essence of consciousness, and He is the sun of the essence of consciousness. Every particle is a part of the whole. Our real substance is a part of that whole, which is called the Lord.
"The scriptures also proclaim that son is the soul of father. Just as a tree produces seeds, and a seed grows into a tree, similarly all beings spring from God. All living beings are of the same essence as the Lord. They are His children. Just as a child is a part of the flesh of the mother, it lives in her womb and is brought up there, similarly we are born in God, are brought up in Him, and are connected with Him in the same way as a child is with the mother; in fact, he is never separate from her. The mother’s connection with the child is natural. He may be unwise or ignorant, but the mother takes care of him. In fact, she is obliged to do so. A mother is never neglectful of her child. Because of her genuine love, she cannot be indifferent to him.
"We have an even stronger connection with the Lord. We are particles of the Lord. The relationship between us and the Lord is that of a part to the whole. There is no distinction between the ocean and its waves. There is no difference between the sun and its rays. The Lord is never unmindful of us even for a moment. He is always looking after us. We have never been separated from Him. He is always with us and always pervades our entire being." (Gurumat Siddhant, The Philosophy of the Masters)
And here’s some random Iris TC5 craziness (spoiler alert: These two drive each other crazy)
Slight TW for some mild dirty humor
*Iris is casually drifting down the neighborhood, looking for food when a certain nuisance shows up with their starship*
Tau Ceti 5: Hey Iris
Iris: I thought I told you TO GET LOST. ME OR MY CHILDREN DO NOT HAVE TIME DOR THE LIKES OF YOU AND THOSE DIRTY WORMS. THEY ARE NOT WORTH THE ENERGY TO CONVERT.
TC5: Aww, but you looked lonely drifting out here alone. Are you still planning on visiting Earth by chance? Asking for…. Some Friends…
Iris: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
TC5: *Inoccently* and why are you carrying around that abomination… I mean… body pillow of Neptune again?
*Iris sits on the ground, gently petting a Woodcrawler on the head as they watch TC5 talk to a long worm wrapped around his arm.*
Iris: I do not understand what is with you and that stupid worm.
TC5: Your mind does not know the joy of the Biomass. Your song is not ours but we are both children of Flesh. Our flesh yerns to join with others.
Iris: Not again… I don’t want anything to do with your nasty worm creatures. My darling Roots are much more perfect then your flawed wiggling insects.
TC5: We are willing to set aside our differences but you do not do the same. Your roots are a disease to our flesh. You only seek to destroy while we seek unity. When we unite then we will cleanse this void of your puppets.
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TC5: *Holding a picture of Jupiter* Hey Iris! My Friends told me you know something about this
Iris: *Visible eye shrinks* WHERE DID YOU FIND THIS!?
TC5: On the Machine Mother’s Mainframe… I mean, the internet.
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Iris: And this is why we don’t speak of the Great Red Spot… My Conscious Mind burns at the mere memory of it even if I don’t fear that Gasshole (Despite constantly stalking Saturn, and loitering at Neptune’s place. Jupiter was a planned target but due to an incident, it does not speak about it.)
i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????
i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.
so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.
A Garden of Souls: “I look out upon my garden vegetables, fruits and flowers. In that garden are thousands of precious souls kindred to myself, struggling by means of their tiny sparks of intelligence, striving always toward the light, each one slowly rising to something a little higher than itself. They are all ascending the scale of evolution… This phenomenon emphasizes the common brotherhood, the fundamental kinship, between all living beings, including animals. It offers a sublime picture, this grand procession of all living forms, slowly moving toward that ‘far-off divine event’ spoken of by Tennyson. It is the best consummation of all evolution when the last grain of dust shall enter the light of immortality.” (Julian P. Johnson, Path of the Masters)
hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?