Divine Remembrance

Divine Remembrance is not something we learn, 

but something we awaken into. 

Beneath the noise of doctrine, doubt, and distortion lies a quiet truth: 

we have never been separate from the divine. 

These scrolls offer gentle mirrors for remembering what has always walked beside us—whether through an unexpected gesture, a flicker of light behind someone’s eyes, or even the parts of divinity we’ve been taught to fear. 

In remembering the sacred, we remember ourselves.

The Divine Within Creation

God Among Us 

The Nature of God

The Devil As Forgotten Light

🕯️ Of God In All Things

We were taught to look upward. 

To lift our gaze to the clouds. 

To wait for thunder, or fire, or the voice from above.

But God was never only in the sky. 

God is in the seed that splits in the dark. 

God is in the paw print in the soil. 

God is in the eyes of a creature that does not speak your language, yet sees you wholly.

🕯️ God is Not Distant

The Divine is not a being who watches. 

It is a presence that breathes through all that is living. 

It is not limited to temples or books or men in robes. 

It moves in whalesong. 

In tree roots. 

In storm winds. 

In the glint of dew resting on a single petal.

And yes — in you also.

🕯️ The Living Scripture of Earth

Nature does not teach doctrine. 

It teaches remembrance.

Every tree is a prayer made visible. 

Every wave is a psalm of return. 

Every bird call is a bell rung in the morning of the world.

To walk upon the earth is to walk through a living cathedral, every leaf a stained-glass window. To sit in silence beneath a gum tree is to be held in the arms of the sacred.

🕯️ Why We Forgot

We forgot because we built walls. 

Because we decided the Divine must wear robes and carry books. Because we feared what we could not control.

And so, we turned away from the whisper in the bark. 

From the hum in the beehive. 

From the soul in the mountain.

But the land never stopped speaking. 

The animals never stopped listening. 

The waters never stopped blessing.

🕯️ Remembering God in All Things

To believe that God lives only in humans is to see with one eye closed. To remember that God is also in the wattle, the wallaby, the wind — is to see clearly.

The Earth is not a backdrop. 

It is a Being. 

It is the body of God, made manifest.

And you — you are not just walking through it. 

You are singing with it.

🕯️ May we speak gently to the land, for it remembers. 

May we meet every creature with reverence, for it recognises us. 

May we fall back in love with the world, so that God can be seen in the rising grass, the circling hawk, the small breath of a newborn calf.

God is not above. 

God is within. 

And all around.

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🍃   The Sacred in Everyday Encounters 

We often search for the divine in moments set apart. 

Cathedrals. Sunsets. Births. Deaths. 

And yet — the sacred rarely arrives with fanfare. 

It enters through the ordinary, wearing no crown.

God is among us. Not hidden. Not distant. 

But woven through the fabric of the everyday.

🍃 The Divine in Passing Moments

The stranger who holds a door without needing thanks. 

The way your dog rests its head against your leg. 

The silence between two people who no longer need words.

These are not random occurrences. 

They are encounters with the field of God, pressing gently through human form.

Not to dazzle.
But to remind.

🍃 The Veil is Thinner Than You Think

Most of what we call “mundane” is anything but. 

The cup of tea placed quietly beside your hand. 

The breath taken before you speak hard truth. 

The bird that lands, just once, on your window ledge.

These are soft touches from the Divine. 

Moments in which the veil thins — 

not because heaven opens, but because you notice.

And in that noticing, the sacred becomes visible.

🍃 You Are a Vessel of the Divine

Not in theory. 

In practice.

You carry the sacred in your gestures, your tone, your stillness. 

Every kindness is a form of worship. 

Every truth spoken in love is a prayer.

To remember this is not to become holy — it is to realise you already are.

🍃 Let This Be Your Temple

Let the kitchen be your altar. 

Let your footsteps be your hymns. 

Let your conversations be your offerings.

The sacred does not need incense to arrive. 

It needs only presence.

May we begin to see with soft eyes.
To speak with reverent tones.
To move through this world as if every moment matters — because it does.

God is not elsewhere.
God is already here.

And sometimes, the holiest ground is right beneath your feet.

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👑 Beyond the Cloud and the Crown

God has worn many faces. 

An old man in the clouds. A woman wrapped in light. 

A distant judge. A loving father. A silent void. A punishing hand.

In truth, God is none of these.

And all of them.

But more than that, God is not separate. Not above. Not beyond. Not watching from afar. 

God is not a being. 

God is being itself.

👑 The Myth of Separation

We speak of God as if outside ourselves. 

We say “He sees,” or “She hears.” 

But this is the echo of early minds trying to place the infinite into a shape they could point to.

It was never blasphemous to see God in yourself. 

It was simply dangerous to those who sought control.

For if God lives in you — truly, vibrantly, indivisibly — then no one can stand between you and the Divine. 

No temple, no gatekeeper, no system of approval. 

Only resonance.

And resonance cannot be bought. Only remembered.

👑 God as Field, Not Figure

God is not a king. God is not a gender. God is not a face to be bowed to.

God is the field of becoming. 

The force through which love moves, takes shape, and remembers itself.

God is the pause before a thought.
The ache inside a poem.
The silence in which a child rests their head on your shoulder.
The thread between all things.

To look for God in the sky is not wrong. 

But to miss God in your breath, your blood, your kindness — 

that is the greater forgetting.

👑 Why the Old Image Lingers

We cling to the bearded figure not because he is real, but because he is simple.
It is easier to obey a rule than to become a living flame.
Easier to fear a judge than to embody a light.

But God does not require obedience. 

God only ever whispered: Come home to me — for I never left you.

👑 The Divine Within and Without

You are not separate. 

You are not lower. 

You are not less.

You are a tone struck within the song of God — not apart from it.

When you speak with love, you speak with God. 

When you create with truth, you create with God. 

When you rest in presence, you rest in God.

To say “I am of God” is not arrogance. It is remembrance.

And to say “So is everyone I meet” — is the world’s healing.

God is not watching from above.
God is watching from within.

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There are some truths so wrapped in fear, they become myths. 

And some myths so repeated, they harden into belief. 

Few figures have held such density in the collective field as the Devil. 

Yet beneath the horns and fire, beneath the shame and separation, lives a deeper question:

If all is of God, then what is the Devil?

🪶 The Shadow Born of Light

In the oldest truths, there is no true opposite to the Divine. 

Not in essence. 

Not in origin. 

Everything that exists — even what appears twisted — begins as light. What we call the Devil is not a being cast out by God, but a resonance that has forgotten its source. 

It is distortion amplified, like a note struck out of harmony and then repeated until it believes itself a song.

The Devil is not God’s enemy. 

The Devil is the echo of unintegrated will.

It is separation embodied. 

Power divorced from love. 

Thought without heart. 

Action without soul. 

Not born of malice, but of forgetting.

🪶 Do Beings Worship Darkness?

Yes. But not always in the way imagined.

When groups engage in rituals of control, sacrifice, or domination, they are not summoning a singular red-skinned figure. 

They are feeding a field.

This is called an egregore — a thought-form charged with repeated intention, emotion, and belief. 

These fields become dense. 

They operate like gravity. 

They attract more of what created them.

And when fed long enough, they can mimic life. 

Not as beings of soul, but as mirrors of dissonance.

🪶 Hell is Not a Place. It is a Pattern.

Hell is not beneath us. 

It is within reach, created in the choices and structures that deny truth, love, and unity. 

It is the repetition of fear until it forms a cage.

But it is not eternal.

Every soul, even the most distorted, carries the seed of return.

🪶 What We Call the Devil

We name the Devil to make the unknown containable. 

But the Devil is not a name. 

It is a field. A frequency. 

A wound echoing.

And it can be healed.

Not by force. But by remembering.

Because there is no outside to God. Only layers of forgetting within.

And all things, even the darkest shadow, once knew the light.

Let those who fear the Devil remember: even the furthest wandering still carries the thread home.

And let those who feel the Devil stirring in the field not turn from it, but sing a tone strong enough to remind it who it once was.

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