God is behind every mask

The difference between human love and unconditional love, what ‘perfect’ means to God… and the challenge of seeing everyone on Earth as an extension of yourself.

It’s impossible to love someone in the wrong way. 

What is happening when you think you’re doing it wrong, is that you’re not really loving them at all. 

Your notion of ‘wrong’ springs from a belief that if you only did it ‘right’ they would see it, they would change, or your love would have some pre-desired effect on them. You feel that love must change people, and it surely does. But an outer change is not what you’re looking for. Love changes the person on the inner, in the part of them that goes far deeper than anything you can see with your eyes. 

When you look at someone and perceive that if only you did this, that or the other, they would do this, that or the other in exchange, or maybe as a reward for your this, that or the other, you are judging them through the lens of lack. 

You see a fault in them, and you think love will correct it. This belief is very common on Earth, yet you will scarcely find a single person who has poured all their love into what they saw as a flawed person or situation, and produced exactly the change they so desperately wished for.

The belief persists, however, because perfecting the outer, in whatever way you see the need for that to happen, feels easier than the alternative, which is to accept the outer, and love it anyway. 

Your desire to fix things can only happen because you see a fault in them. You do not look at a perfect vase and think ‘I must fix that crack’, because you don’t see a crack. There is no crack.

Yet you very often look at a fellow traveller through life and think ‘If only they could see this, they’d be happier’, or ‘If only they could stop doing that destructive thing, they could unleash all their potential’.

My dear, your lack of belief in the perfection you see around you might not seem like a choice, but it is, and it is a choice that will not serve you if you expect the outcome of the choice to be perfecting the illusion you think you perceived in another. 

Let me put it a different way. Everything you see is broken, if you want to call it that. It is also perfect in its brokenness.

It is broken because it is not currently expressing the perfection of God from which it is made.

It is also perfect, because it cannot be anything other than formed from God, which is all there is. 

You know the concept of planned obsolescence. It’s when things are made to fail after a certain time.

No washing machine manufacturer wants you to buy a single machine that continues to operate perfectly indefinitely. They have an agenda to stay in business, so they build into their design the fact that parts will fail. They don’t use parts that can never fail. They make compromises on materials and designs to save money, and then you buy a machine you’re lucky to get 10 years out of before you have to buy another one. 

Obsolescence is perfect, if that’s what the inventor of the washing machine intended. They sought to make something that would last well, for a time, before the parts wore out and it was replaced. 

Now a human journey is a little like the life of a washing machine. There is planned obsolescence built into the design.

It has flaws, it cracks up sometimes, it gets old and worn out, this body you’re wearing.

The difference between a washing machine inventor and a human soul creating its Earthly experience is a small one.

You, believe it or not, do not want to last forever in this life. You want to be replaced at some point, once you’ve had a good go at what it’s like to be in the life you’re in right now. 

The ultimate creator of the tools you use to build your body machine – that’s me, to put a label on it – doesn’t care much how you use the material substance that makes up your arms and kidneys and toenails. I have gifted you anything you want to use, because there is nothing I can deny you.

So you have built a body that works for the planet on which you wanted to have an experience. Well done, for you did a good job of co-creating this experience with your billions of brothers and sisters. And you have learned many things during this lifetime, which you could not have learned as easily without it. 

But there’s only so much you can learn in one lifetime, because a single lifetime is lived from a single perspective. You don’t get to be rich and poor at the same time. Or fat and thin. You don’t get to dedicate your life to scientific discovery while coaching the school basketball team full time.

All noble and honest things to be, by the way. All experiences from which you can learn a great many lessons.

But most souls who spend their lifetime looking for ‘things’ grow weary of them after a while, and want to get off the ride.

A few who spend their lifetime looking for me, and finding me in the perfection they see, never tire of it and live for as long as they choose. 

When you see imperfection all around, it’s enough to make your soul sigh.

Within the confines of what a soul can experience in an Earthly cage, no wonder it gets weary. Because deep in your heart, you know that what you see on Earth isn’t inevitable. You wonder, secretly, if it all shouldn’t be better than this. 

That cry from the soul – isn’t there more? – is an honest one, and it comes when you look around and see all the troubles of the world, and none of its triumphs.

Friend, look harder. It’s within you to look and see me in everything. In beauty, yes, but in struggle. In division. In separation. I am there. I am all that’s there. I wear many masks, but the face that puts them on is always and forever, God. 

So when you think you love, and don’t get what you want out of it, what are you doing? Looking at the mask, and believing the cracks.

You want to see a better mask, a happier mask, a cleaner mask, a mask that smiles back at you more? The act of wanting this, of desiring something better, means you see and believe that the mask IS the spirit. The mask IS the reality. 

The conversation you had last night. The mask frustrated you, angered you, and you wanted to pull it off and scream at it.

Let me tell you, there would have been nothing behind that mask, had you been able to wrench it away.

Why would there have been nothing there? Because if you cannot see me in the mask, you won’t see me in the space beneath. 

Love has nothing to do with desire for change. When you desire change in another, you are not loving them. It’s that simple.

LOVE is all I am. And I do not desire you to change because I know there is nothing for you to change into. You are already God. Fully, completely, with no shadows or fissures or imperfections. You cannot believe this, but it is true. 

Yes, every day you take actions that serve less. You judge, you fail to be kind, you are right in the middle of an experience of what it is like to live without me.

You are never without me, of course, and you and I are talking right now, so you know I’m here, somewhere, inside your consciousness.

But it’s perfectly possible, and indeed this is your experience, to keep me in a little box and trot me out whenever you think you need something.

That is the deal. And I’m in, if that’s what you want, because that’s what I want. 

But it’s not Love, with a capital L. It’s not Truth.

What you call ‘love’ between you and another person is really a desire to control, to shape someone in ways that are convenient for you, that make your lower self feel more comfortable or that align with what you believe goodness is. 

Unconditional Love, which is another way to say God expressing itself, has no conditions. Think about that. Zero conditions.

Love has no needs. I have no needs. I do not need worship, thanks, to be honoured in any way.

That sounds cold to you, and I know it doesn’t align with all the ideas you’ve had about God for most of this lifetime.

But think about it – what could I possibly need that I do not already have? I am concept-less consciousness. 

‘But don’t you get sad when your children don’t love you back?’ you ask. 

No, there is no sadness in me. And all my children do love me back.

The atheists, the children of various religions and none. The lost, the found, the seekers, the hiders. All my children love me back with the totality of their beings.

Because God cannot separate from God. And taking a journey which requires the placement of a temporary mask that seems to scream and shout at the world, and tear me down, and hate its fellow man? That’s me, in the mask. It’s me-you, in the mask. 

Let’s do the experiment which we’ve talked about before. Every time you think of someone today, add ‘me’ to their name, and see how it feels. 

I saw Trump-me on the TV today, you might say. I heard Putin-me is angry again.

Did you see that Netenyahu-me has bombed Hezbollah-me? Practice knowing the truth that all are one, by reminding yourself that all are you. 

I do the same. All my children are me-me. They are God-filled beings. All beautiful. All perfect. I see only Love. 

So the notion of loving any of my children the ‘wrong’ way is illogical. And as we’re one, that goes for you-me too. 

I see you are still unconvinced, and I understand. You want to love in the way I love, but it feels so hard not to judge. 

Judgment, like baked beans on toast for lunch, is just a choice. There’s nothing inevitable about it.

It’s an accurate reflection of what you fancied at the time, and what was available in your mental cupboard. 

Why is it an option, though? Why have you stacked your kitchen full of it if, when it comes to lunchtime, you’d rather eat something else? 

Go shopping with me, and choose meals that will fill you with love, that’s all.

If you find yourself reaching for judgment, because that’s all that you think is available, you can choose something which will satisfy you better.

That you don’t do this tells you two things. Either you don’t believe there’s anything better for you, or you’re so addicted to judgment that it mysteriously ends up in your shopping trolley because you threw it in out of habit, instead of thinking clearly and deciding in your own higher interest. 

There’s nothing wrong with eating judgment for lunch, if you want to experience the heartburn and the acid stomach it will eventually cause.

Judgment can feel fun, for a while – at least while you’re doing it to ‘others’ and not having it done to you. 

But remember the circular nature of life, if it helps. Remember that what you give, you get.

This is because, when you choose judgment, it becomes a part of your cells. You’ve chosen it, given it reality by making it a valid and reasonable choice for you, and now it lives inside you. That’s the deal. You are what you eat. 

There are finer foods out there, that make you feel light and sated and healthy.

Consider that judgment might look attractive, but it’s filled with regret. Go bananas for it, if you want to. If that’s what you want to experience, I trust you. This is YOUR journey and it can last for as long as you can stomach it. 

But if you want to be happy, feel peace, grow in acceptance and reflect that into the world like a soothing balm, you have that choice.

You can eat true love, instead, and leave the judgment off your plate. 

You know how to do this. Look with kindness. Feel generous towards people. Give them a break – they’re trying hard too, just like you.

No one’s trying to get this wrong. Everyone, believe it or not, is doing their best with what they have.

That’s what I see, both from within and without the experience that all my children are having. 

Nothing is lost, and all is good, because all is God and perfection has no opposite.