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Originally Posted by Miss Hepburn
This is the most profound of Truths...and why I call the Creator, the Cosmic Shape-shifter.
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And what better name could we give to the Logos God, than He that you call the Cosmic Shape-shifter?
And although I may have posted the following in some other thread, I think it appropriate here also.
Every living thing within this apparent boundless cosmos, are merely information gatherers for the eternal energy (Cosmic Shape-shifter) which manifests itself as this living universe and is all that exists and is,
’The Great Thought,’ the collective consciousness of all that exists. At any given point in time, you are no more than inches away from a spider, fly, ant, or any other of the many information gatherers of the eternal, who is all that exists.
Jeremiah 23: 23-24; “I am a God who is everywhere and not in one place only. No one can hide where I cannot see him. Do you not know that I am everywhere in heaven and on earth? He has eyes and ears everywhere throughout the universe that is he.
This nano technology, it really frightens me
They can make a flying camera that looks just like a bee
Can spiders, ants, and house flies transmit the things I say
Can our words and all our actions be recorded every day?
I remember back when I was young, I’s no more’n a lad
Sometimes I’d be at home alone and doin something bad
Then I’d turn mums crucifix around so He couldn’t see me do it
But now I think of all this nano stuff and I think I might have blew it
Once you understand that God is all, you’d have to be half blind
Not to realise that everything feeds into that great mind
All them spiders in the corners, ants in every crack and nook,
Were filming everything I did, now it’s recorded in Gods book.
But that don’t really bother me, cos I know it’s tightly sealed
And only one’s allowed to open it---and you know? Somehow I feel
He’s not the sort what runs around accusing everyone
And though He lives in me, one day I’ll be, in Him, God’s only Son. . . . . The Anointed
May our God preserve you Miss H.