Imagine a truly enormous space like a parking garage whose lateral dimensions extend to the horizon. Imagine this space is the body of God. Where do we humans fit in? We are the many millions of pillars that extend from floor to ceiling. These pillars are made of light, of consciousness, of mind. These are us, our souls. The body, or the vantage point from within the huge space, is the seat of our ego, which thinks it truly exists as a pillar, as a thing separate from other pillars and the very space itself, causing the inner soul to forget that it is actually made of light.
All of us soul-pillars come from the same Source that is just beyond the floor and the ceiling. We are even made of the same stuff. And we are watching each other—incessantly. We are watchers, observers of all that takes place in the space between all of us pillars.
Those who think they are truly pillars feel the need to move around constantly, upsetting the equidistant balance of space between the pillars. They also feel the need to attract attention from other pillars, sometimes even provoking the pillars to forsake their own inner soul peace and give acknowledgement to the selfish attention-wanting pillar, sometimes coaxing them to move around with it, further upsetting the balance of equal space between pillars.
Those who know they are not truly pillars are content to remain still in one place, in a state of inner bliss watching all the other pillars around them. The wise pillars cease their calm state of being only when they feel compelled by love to help the other pillars to stop moving around, disturbing the balance in the parking garage universe, the body of God. They help the fidgety pillars thru example and thru direct teaching to realize they are truly not pillars but light, literally pillars of light, which only appear to be solid pillars.
If all beings on earth (and the universe) could only realize they are pillars of light and not solid matter, and that they have all they need because of the fact that they are made of the same stuff that made even the garage in the first place, and in fact truly are that same stuff itself, then all would cease to move but rather just watch the world go on. We would all appear to be perfect yogis, just sitting there for years, calmly watching the world around us go on and on in endless cycles until we die to this dream…and perhaps are born to a new one? Or perhaps decide there is nothing left to see or experience and …sleep forever?
Not sure I can answer those questions yet. Part of me still thinks I am a pillar.
