Outside Space and Time

The Knowing Is Within You

2011-12-13T23:36:00.000-05:00

At the Edge of Doubt Lies the Brink of Truth

2011-05-23T21:22:00.006-04:00

May 21, 2011. October 21, 2011. December 21, 2012. Have we forgotten the scripture which states: "No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. (Matthew 24:36)

Thousands of true believers are in very real spiritual and emotional pain right now. They failed to invest the time and energy and mental and spiritual resources available to them and chose, instead, to believe the interpretations of the few. (Many believed--because they'd been brought up to believe it--that this is the only way of doing things. After all, they can't possibly be smart enough/educated enough/insightful enough/holy enough to make sense of it all for themselves, right?

Those who have experienced that same type of existential/spiritual pain (the agony of religious belief proven wrong) can rail at the sheepish behavior of the May 21st believers while feeling deep sympathy for their current plight.

And some of them—some of us—can hope.

We can hope that as they teeter at the edge of doubt—as they begin to question how they could have been wrong or misled—they will begin their travels to the brink of truth.

It is ONLY when we can silence, within our memories, hearts and souls, every voice ever heard regarding the interpretation of scripture or a “one true religion” that we can HEAR the true Voice of God. Only when we have no choice but to admit the fallibility of man will we finally perceive the omnipotence and omniscience of God, by whatever name you call God. (Or even should you choose not to call at all.)
From darkness may come Light. From Pain can come Joy. My prayer is that from this confusion will (ultimately) come understanding for perhaps a few more.

Pastor JR

Message from the Light

2008-09-15T20:38:00.004-04:00

I am nothing and something. Nothing in my hollow, selfish flesh yet something—something grand!—in my Parents’ sight. I am a daughter of those who are Divine and thus, am blessed with the inheritance of Their wisdom and Their power. I, like you, need only claim that inheritance.

Although this planet we live upon provides much beauty, still, tragedies shake us to our core on a regular basis. A cop and father of two is gunned down during a routine traffic stop. A Mother kills her own child. A small gang attacks and maims a young man who's only crime is a different sexual orientation than theirs. A cherished mother and grandmother contracts cancer and dies far too young. A nine-year-old child takes a gun he finds laying at home and accidentally shoots and kills a schoolmate. A mentally ill college student kills 20 of his fellow classmates and then turns the gun on himself.

Many asked the question, “WHY, oh God, do you allow such tragedy?”

In the stillness of the heart, if we dare to listen with a mind clear of prejudice, any of us may hear God's compassionate answer.

In the beginning, we and you and all there is were One Light. We were joyous in our unity, yet did not comprehend that joy because we knew nothing else.

Eons ago, the Light that we were wished to experience Itself and so fractured into uncountable fragments of varying size, shape and illumination in order to experience Otherness. With the passage time, most of those fragments forgot their beginnings as parts of the Whole.

The Whole, now empty of Itself, recognized a need to recall those parts of Itself which, having forgotten their origins, failed to return to the Whole. And so suffering was born.

When tragedy strikes, you instinctively reach out to one another. You offer and receive comfort and strength from one another. Even if only briefly, you are joined together just as you were in the beginning. This can only resonate within your human soul as right and good, for Unity was and remains your birthright.

Alternately, if you are unable or unwilling to reach out in your own suffering, you are made ineffably aware of the pain of your separateness and aloneness in this world.

Either way, on some level, you are reminded of what you have forgotten—the gentle peace and joy of Unity with the One. Sooner or later, this understanding will increase throughout the world and all will seek their birthright once again.

The Light is patient and knows you will come to this understanding in your own time. Some of you are already beginning to understand these fundamental truths, and thus, can only further disseminate the hope, joy and peace found within that truth.

The time is coming when all, once again, will be One.

Unity and love be yours now and forever!

"Channeled?" 2008 R.Decker

In the Beginning....

2008-07-04T21:36:00.002-04:00

How does one begin to describe or narrate an experience that had no words, no sounds, no thoughts associated with it? An experience in which everything else falls into the background and nothing exists except the experience in the moment.
This is my challenge now.

I was not asleep--not yet fully anyway. Perhaps I was in that state just before sleep blankets the mind and body--but I was still aware of my surroundings and my thoughts at the time. I'd recently prayed--once again, urgently and for the hundredth time--for God to reveal His Truth to me….let me understand Him and what he desires for me.

Suddenly I found myself in the middle of a place outside time and space. (I cannot describe it otherwise.) In this place, I EXPERIENCED that there was a light.

This light was ALL THAT WAS and all that had ever been. There was nothing BUT this light and it was without shape or form or limit. Ceaseless. Changeless. Timeless. Undifferentiated.

It had been so beyond Infinity.

In what seemed like ages to me--had I been aware of time--but could only have lasted seconds or minutes at best--this ageless, formless light shifted ever so slightly. (How one can tell it "shifted" when there is nothing but that undifferentiated light, I can't explain, as I mentioned in the beginning.) Yet shift it did, and as it did, it became aware that It could not be aware of--could not know Itself --for It was so entirely unceasingly unchanging. Even so, It was becoming sentient in a much greater way than a human can ever be, yet similar as well. It's sentience--It's awareness--was EVERYWHERE.

After the fact--after the experience I had--I might have used the terms, "lonely," or "bored" to describe the shift or changeless change that I sensed was occurring in the Light. Of course, terms so small and human probably can never explain the "shifting" that was taking place, but as a human, I have only words to use to attempt to communicate what I experienced.

And then--another shift! A perceptible shift! The Something that was Everything (removed a part of Itself?) and that part became NOTHING. Light and Dark now existed in the same space, not separated, but within that ceaseless space the first Light had occupied originally.
Now the ceaseless Light and the portion of Darkness had something to compare It's-Selves to. Each portion was selfhood, yet differentiated.

Gaining momentum now, the Light again divided--some parts of the Lightness moving above and below, some parts of the darkness moving above and below as well. And now there were four aspects of Its Self for the Sentient Source to contemplate.

The rapidity of the new changes increased dramatically. Infinate divisions began to shatter pieces of the Light into Other-Yet-Self, even as the greatest portion of the Original Source remained untouched but aware. I experienced something like a great shower of fireworks--pieces of the One raining down and down. Each miniscule portion like a rain of shimmering glass, the One continued to shatter into All That Is.

From One comes Two.
From Light comes Dark.
From High comes Low.
From Bright comes Dark.
From Spirit comes Physical.
On and on this shattering went until everything that could possibly be created WAS created.

And although the Original, unchanged Source above all of It remained aware in It's original place, those uncountable numbers of individual parts fell ignorant of their Source even though they contained within them the hidden spark of the Original's awareness.

Universe. Galaxies. Stars, Solar Systems. Planets. Small, inert lives. Larger and more complicated lives….more intelligent lives and finally--sentient and self-aware lives. Each created from the Original Source.

And the further each was removed from the Source Of Them All, the less connection they were able to recall of their Beginnings in the All. For to experience fully, deeply and authentically everything that may be experienced, each portion of the All must forget that it is GOD.

Dreamspaces (2006)

2008-06-21T01:22:00.000-04:00

Some of us dream strange dreams. Dreams that aren't really dreams. Dreams that are more real--more substantial-- than anything in our waking lives. Dreams that take place in the daylight rather than the dark of night.

Sometimes we dream like this often. Sometimes, we weary of our travels and wish only to stay here and now. (It's discomfiting to pick up where you left off in one place right after dropping everything in another.)

And sometimes, when we haven't dreamed in awhile, we long to return to the dreamspace--a place outside of space and time. A place that is the only REAL place. Here and now are merely illusions--one understands that in the other place even if they don't consciously think about it. It simply IS.

The room was entirely white…..unceasingly white--blaringly white. And yet soft and slightly fuzzy around the edges. The edges didn't matter much, I suppose. Not at that place outside space and time.

I sat at the corner edge of an equally white table. A male figure stood before me, dressed in white pants and a shirt. Another presence--a female--hovered at the periphery of my sight. I never saw her, yet I was as aware of her as I was the man standing before me. No! Not aware--connected to her. Connected like intimate family members or lifelong friends. I was connected to both in that same way, even if I didn't know--or at least remember--their names. Perhaps names don't matter much either outside of space and time.

In my "waking" or mundane life, I am defensive. Years of hurt and betrayal and loss--even if I brought much of it on myself-- have molded me into something I sometimes don't like very much. Someone once referred to me as crusty on the outside, marshmallow on the inside. That was years ago though. Whatever marshmallow center yet remains has, I fear, become stale and hard like last years pink marshmallow Easter chicks.

In that moment outside of space and time, however, I was as trusting as a well-loved child. There was no fear of rejection. No anticipation of pain-to-come. No need to guard my feelings, my thoughts or my reactions which were, uncharacteristically childlike and easy in their spontaneity. Muscles loose. Face without a single furrow or worry line. Body posture open. Hands unclenched, and quiet. There was no reason to fear, or to guard, or to protect myself. There was no danger or judgment here…..only absolute understanding, acceptance, love and even indulgence. I knew that without knowing it in that moment. It simply was and it was exactly as it should be and always had been. These two knew me COMPLETELY--my strengths, my weaknesses, everything I had ever done--and they completely loved and accepted me. They wanted NOTHING from me but for me to be safe and do well. And this I also knew without knowing--or without thinking or weighing it at all. It simply WAS.

We "talked" for some time…how long I don't know since time and space weren't factors. I don't recall any words being spoken, but in a calm, gentle, loving way, I was given instructions by the male as the female stood nearby in support. I don't remember those instructions now--I wish I did!--but evidently some part of it concerned me. Mind you, it didn't "worry" me. I doubt there was such a thing--certainly not in THAT place. So it was simply concern--or perhaps a lack of full understanding--that prompted me to question, "But what if I can't do it?"

I wasn't afraid something horrible would happen if I couldn't do "it," whatever It was. I was merely uncertain that I COULD do it. I looked up at the man--my brother/father/friend/soulmate--and waited for his reply. I knew he'd have a solution.

"If you cannot--if it is entirely impossible for you to do so on your own we will be there to help." Again, words unspoken, but understood.

Yes. I knew they would. They always were. How silly of me to have forgotten.