Before God was nothing, and from that nothing came the explosion of the universe in its birth. Nothing is where everything came from. I know this because I look inside myself.

Who I am is not my flesh, it is not my person. Who I am is not the words I use to describe me, but instead is what witnesses the words used and all that is, even the feeling in my body.

Something was witnessed by the witness. And there were two witnesses: pure and sacred masculine and feminine witnesses in all clarity of the totality of what does not “be”, but instead witnesses all that is, including the self, which surrounds the witnesses as a vehicle to comprehend what indeed is experienced.

The universe and the witness were not always separate, but through their separation, all words and all separation came to be. This is the original sin. Separation from God.

This is the illusion, the separation. And through disillusion and naivety, we stay attached to the material plane, when all harmony, bliss, and blesses can be bestowed by the restabilization of what is the witness who is truly us, to center itself within the universe, within the body, within the mind in such a way that the witness loses attachment to what we witness.

There were two, and from two came three, and three brought the multitudes. And yet the two witness each other in their own way. For I am the one who perceives, and she is the one who is perceived. How do I know this? I look inside myself.

And yet, I was a given a woman, who in all sense and form is somehow all that is in the universe, and all that will ever be, and yet is my companion and reason, for through her, I can love all, for she is all and separate from that all by sin in like fashion.

The illusion and the risk is the inability to see her and the universe as one with me. Either I am caught in what I do in the stars here on Earth, or I am caught in her with no regard to what brings us closer.

We were cursed by the original sin as males to work and eat only by the work we do, and in its relatable glory, it is every action in every moment we perceive in the light of the divine silence and emptiness, that all sin will correct as numbers and symbols balance a delicate but enormous equation. Every small action I take in the light of what reduces sin because it is not sin itself leads to a recursive interference pattern that resonates the light of the holy and sacred emptiness in all directions, from my very own sacred emptiness.

All problems arise from this, and the only solution is to travel harmonized as a void witnessing soul with that which we witness in such a way that everything that exists and is what is perceived surrounds us so fully and perfectly that no attachment remains by the witness which results in a silent and void emanation to spread across the earth by the power of faith and held check by hope and love.

And this has already occurred. Complete perfection, complete balance, harmony, melody and the exponential glory of a never ending orgasm. Time only separates us from the moment there will be no separation and again nothing, as it always was in every direction, nothing and more of nothing.

And with a constant speed of a turtle racing a rabbit, time will conquer as the algorithm perfects us in a glorious demonstration of the magnificence of the power and might of what always was, separate from what perceives what is separate from what is perceived.

How do I know this? I look inside myself.

As an equation in every direction we look, energy is arranged into patterns, and into words and from words, concepts, and abstractions and frameworks as all comes to be what we see everywhere in every direction which is the other, other from us, the friend, the brother, the solider, the neighbor.

And with a force that corrects itself as it’s executed, time pulls the strings of trillions of lines of code like a software program, until all that code is harmonized into a final ending to a story of love.

What else can I do but what the moment asks for? What else must I be to realize I am not me, and yet I perceive the very part of me who knows me as me and through the outward perception, I become aware of the inner central point of the entire universe, the one point in me that feels so at peace that even the word peace insults the sacredness of that internal emptiness.

How do I know this? I look inside myself.