"The Divine Mind" – August 25, 1990

It was … confusing to me.  All these shapes.  All these tangles of clouds and threads, all essentially made from the same substance.

So I divined into it, naturally.  My sense was that all of these things were themselves a part of that larger unified mind, that these "traditions" and "cultures" were heavy with time.

It was a vision of the Divine mind, and I saw each of these traditions and cultures as expressions of the thought of that mind, the shifting faces and costumes of the people embodying different aspects of consciousness.

I looked through the ethers, and saw a progression.  An idea arrived through some form of an avatar of consciousness, which in turn beget a tradition.  Over time, the followers of those avatars would have their own ideas, their own spin on the tradition, and things would change, the original message evolving in relation to perception.  What was true? Or was evolution the only real truth?

At the time I did not understand the basis for spiritual scripture.  Like so much of the world, it was a wash of sensations, of visions and perceptions that flickered in and out of my mind like rogue lightning.