The Moving Hand

What is God? I ask myself this question, then I sense a deeper question: Why do I not know what God is? This is my real question, my true prayer. I should know my own Creator...I should not be apart from my Creator...I did not create myself.

Asking such questions is a sign that we are split off from our Creator, each other, and ourselves. But these questions are designed to distract us from knowing that we are not apart from God. We seek, but we are terrified to find.

It accomplishes nothing to ask a question but not desire the answer or accept it when it comes. Asking what is God keeps me here. The question comes not from idle curiosity, but from fear. An entire world and universe sprang up before our sight because we were afraid and forgot to remember that we are God's Holy Son.

Place your hand on the table. Let it be still. Now declare: "I will move my hand." As you make that declaration, hold your hand still. "I will move my hand now. It is fully functional, and capable of movement, so I will now move my hand"...All the while keep your hand still. You do not really want to move your hand, so you hold it there even as you demand that it move.

This is what we do when we ask a question but refuse the answer. We do not want to know.

We are not little creatures, we are aspects of our Self. Our Self is not some nebulous unknown into which we move, to ultimately lose ourselves. That is the illusion, that is what keeps us here. We really believe we did some terrible harm to our Home; we really believe we offended, even enraged, our Creator. All the while we remain Home. Our return to the place we never left has been accomplished. We already are what we seek. Being chased out of the Garden was a dream, a mistake on our part. The mistake was instantly corrected. It will not repeat because it never took place.

I must look at my fear, because if it is buried, I cannot heal the illusion. I must look directly at the illusion so I can see it for what it is. And so moves the hand.