What do you think of when you picture God? If you imagine a jacked old white dude in the clouds smiting peasants like Zeus, I’ve got some bad news. When referring to God, the majority of people add a male pronoun like Him or He. Despite this masculine assumption, my research has led me to conclude God doesn’t have He/Him in his Twitter bio.
I imagine God as the premordial soup from whence everything in existence came. This entity resides at the intersection of love and infinite creative potential. Consider for a moment the scientific anomaly of the Big Bang in conjunction with the First Law of Thermodynamics. The First Law of Thermodynamics, also called the Law of Conservation of Energy, states that, “Energy is always conserved, it cannot be created or destroyed.” This widely accepted law describing the conservation of energy seems to be at odds with the Big Bang Theory. If energy cannot be created or destroyed, it is supposed that energy converts from one form to another. Prior to the existence of the Universe some 13.8 billion years ago, there had to have been an energy input to unleash the sequence of events that led you to this exact moment in time where you’re reading my esoteric nonsense. What could exist prior to time itself? I suggest that input is what we call God.
Lets circle back to my premordial soup comment. It’s disingenuous to apply human emotion to God as this origin source is not human, nor could it be. However, what if love is not a human emotion, but instead the intent you put forth when creating something? It takes love to make a painting, raise a child, and invest your time into something that matters to you. When you combine love with infinite creative potential, the possibilities are literally endless. With that energy poured into our very existence, everything and everyone is in some way interconnected.
When a being ceases to exist in this realm we call “life” it converts into different energy sources like heat, carbon, and decaying matter. But where does our consciousness go? Compiling anecdotal experiences of people that have been on the brink of physical death, died and were resuscitated, and/or ego death, almost everyone seems to come back with similar reports of approaching the most intense bright light they’ve ever witnessed. That’s God as interpreted by the remainder of our consciousness in that moment. I’d argue that when the lights go out, our spiritual energy (consciousness) returns back to the soup, AKA God. As our energy reaches its final destination, the last piece of our individuality dissolves and becomes part of the singularity once more. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, our living existence is absorbed back into the infinite creative potential and recycled to bring forth new life.
*Queue “Circle of Life” from The Lion King
Read my mind. 