It seems that when we look around us at ourselves, at our world, and at our God, we find a number of rough edges. Where two parts might fit together nicely, there are arbitrary divisions. Where the overlap should be almost invisible, the “so-ing” makes an obvious border. Where the colors might blend,lines of demarcation are drawn. Where the shading appears to change in infinite gradations, it is arbitrarilv ended. Where the limits appear un-ending, they are abruptly ended. Where the whole seems
more than the sum of its parts, someone sizes up each part. Where the grandeur and magnitude is unseemly, it is cut, tied and marked with seams.

This is about seams, it seems. The interface, border, meeting place, or meeting time where two or more apparently different somethings meet. This is about Love which welcomes salvation or wholeness. It is about Fear which encourages division, separateness and judgment. It is about choosing Love over Fear.

We are constantly sewing the fabric of our fears with the choices we make and miss-taking the garment for our Being. We send the thread of our actions into the situational cloth of fear with our needle of judgment.

[SO…] “There, that’s right!”
[SEW..] “Oh, that’s good!”
[SO…] “Man! Don’t do that!”
[SEW..I”You dummy!”

We are constantly SOing, judging, crimping, tying, bundling, fastening, binding and attaching.

In time, it seams. We have a garment or costume that seems real enough to be us. We put many hours into its making and we identify strongly with it. It is simply what we have done as a result of a serious expenditure of time and energy. It is our DOing –not our BEing.

Our primary fear is that it might perish or be torn or injured. What then would re-present us to the world? We have so identified with this garment that it literally “pains” us when it gets hurt. We fear for its safety and associate that to mean our safety.

Who We Really Are beneath the gaudy garment of Fear and Doing is a wondrous, vibrant, multi-hued Light hiding underneath a bushel of “seems.”

George McDonald, a Scottish novelist, poet & Christian writer who was key in the conversion of C. S. Lewis, writes in the Diary of an Old Soul…
“With every morn my life afresh must break
The crust of self, gathered about me fresh;
That thy wind-spirit may rush in and shake
The darkness out of me, and rend the mesh
The spider-devils spin out of the flesh –
Eager to net the soul before it wake,
That it may slumberous lie, and listen to the snake.”

As we re-act to the situations that present themselves, we form habitual patterns of behavior — habits in the use of our senses and our thoughts. After much DOing, our performance is pre-formed AND usually out of our conscious awareness. We are unable to choose something different because we are unaware that a choice is offering itself this moment. We become less and less resource-full as we become less aware of our actions — and the alternatives available — in this moment.

If we use our Intention, instead of the needle of judgment, to pierce the garment of Fear, we begin to perceive that the garment’s basic nature is illusion. We are actually Beings of Light clothed in a seam-less Coat of Many Colors.

To the extent we Remember Who We Really Are, our Coat of Many Colors is turned out and lined with Love. And Love is all there is.

We learn that our response-abilitv to situations is our opportunity to Create (not just re-act) and choose new choices. If our choice does not serve us. we simply choose again.

We pose a question of behavior and suppose (so-pose that creation is a certain way and then limit ourselves to that obstructed view of the world.

Technologically, we can send a laser (coherent) light beam across a room and let it carry digitized information including the video and audio of a movie. The “receiver” on the other end reads and converts the information into the analog version of the movie we watch on the viewing “screen.”

Tachyons are theoretical particles which travel faster than light. The physics works in a kind of reverse. The LESS energy you give these tachyons the FASTER they go. If you give them zero energy, they travel at infinite speeds. Something traveling at infinite speed is every-where at-once.

I expect the current progression ofcommunication on the Internet to move from wires to wireless to mental/emotional. This may take several hundred more years unless people begin to practice “tuning their receivers.”

I bet these transcendent tachvons are Love and that they compose the fabric of the universe and that they carry information about the entire universe at once.

Refer to Table: View from Wholeness and Love // Loose Ends // View from Separateness and Fear