Maia opened the book with a sense of apprehension. It was the oldest and largest book she had ever touched. "You wrote this?" she asked, turning to Simon.
"I literally wrote it, but the words... those came from the Oracle," Simon said.
"Where does one begin?" Maia asked.
Simon smiled to himself. "It doesn't matter."
[...]
Maia carefully turned to a random page near the beginning, and began to read.
In every heart there is a connection to the One Conduit that oversees the human path to Godhood. The ascension of consciousness is less a movement of light against darkness than it is the elevation of emotions to the collective mind in the service of all. If the human race is to achieve anything in its formidable path to Godhood, it must be the shared realization that one and all are nearly the same as the individual: That what was formerly considered me, is we, in every way.
Maia stopped to consider the words' meaning before plunging into the next paragraph. "Remind me, who is the author of these words? You say it's the Oracle, but the Oracle seems to imply it's someone, or... or something else that's speaking through it—"
"The author is humanity," Simon interrupted.
"How can an entire species write—"
"Humanity—in the spacetime of the WingMakers, the creators of the Oracle— does not exist as we think of it."
"I don't understand?"
Simon paused, preoccupied by having to parse words so carefully. What you think of when you see humanity is a collage of different races, cultures languages and so on. These are the artifacts of a spacetime reference that's instilled with separation; an era on the timeline when human differences prevail over spiritual similarities."
"Humanity is the heart-mind of God, and this heart-mind is an extension of God living across all spacetime , but in different expressions. In our planetary spacetime we understand God as something separate from ourselves. It exists within us, but is something different from us at the same time. In the spacetime of the Wingmakers, humanity experiences the distinctions within the heart and mind of the individual and God, as being so minimal, that separate identities are wordplay and nothing more."
Maia looked at Simon in disbelief. "Your saying God and humanity...future humanity is one and the same thing?"
Simon and remained silent, letting the realization fill Maia.
Maia looked back down at the open book and turned to another page, and read:
Every human is a Conduit of Oneness and a Transmitter of Love. Though humans seldom express who they are it is only because they do not see the reality of oneness behind the illusion of separation. If they look with their heart's eye on their place of being, they. They would see a different reality; a reality that contains integrated connectedness and unconditional love, and little more. They would witness everyone as themselves, and they would understand that reality is both infinite and infinitesimal, holograms so vast that they could only be in the embrace of a single Being.
To not see, or understand this oneness is not an evil act, nor is it a crisis of the human species. It is simply a relation of one reality-separation to another reality-Oneness.In this relation of opposing realities is a dialogue that is arising for humanity to learn a new emotional language, to understand the virtues of the heart and to live as immortal spirits within spacetime. These opposing realities are part of the evolutionary spiral upon which humanity climbs, and it cannot be averted or suppressed it is simply a natural state of evolution.
Maia looked up, her face contorted in the effort to understand what she was reading. "So you're really saying that God is humanity in the far distant future, we just don't recognize ourselves as a single being... and from what I just read, this is normal?"
Simon nodded. "Begin with the understanding that what our spiritual traditions have taught us is God, is not God. God is not a concept or personality that can be conveyed in words or any language of the spacetime domains. At best these can provide hints, or cast a humble light on a facet of God, but the total Being evades the mind like a young child struggles to catch a leaf in the wind."
"So God is evolving ahead of humanity? As we draw nearer to Him, He expands still further?"
Simon smiled in recognition of Maia's intensity. "Humanity, in its state of Oneness, is God. The concepts of God, the manifestations of God, all come to humanity from its future self. You can think of it as if our future selves grow to be so coherent that they congeal into a single, superorganism—call it the WingMakers. The WingMakers came to our planet, back through the corridors of spacetime, and embedded the spiritual awareness in our present-day humanity—"
"Do you mean the Oracle?" Maia asked, interrupting tentatively.
"Partly, the Oracle, yes, but it's much more than any one thing. The WingMakers would incarnate into our spacetime as well, and live within our spacetime as teachers. These incarnations consisted of special missions to shift the belief systems of their times toward the higher roads of the One Being.
"There were scientists, spiritual teachers, artists, leaders, inventors, and many others who quite literally came from a different time, and, in a sense, you could say they were time travelers."
"Did they know they were WingMakers living in our spacetime?"
"Only a handful," Simon replied. "The vast majority would never see their true origins because the depth and breadth of those origins couldn't be contained within the genetic body and mind of an earlier spacetime. They were, in every meaningful way, incompatible."
"Those that knew... I mean... that they were WingMakers... how did they know?"
"They were told."
"By who?"
"They had conscious interactions with the WingMakers."
"You mean the WingMakers manifested and talked with them?"
"Something like that," Simon replied, avoiding the question directly.
Maia looked down at the book, and then to Simon. "It doesn't really make sense. God doesn't truly exist then? He's us and we're Him—"
"God exists. There was a Source for the building blocks of life. The WingMakers call it First Source. This Source, so ancient as to beguile time itself, formed the initial templates for life. These templates were then dispersed throughout the cosmos and allowed to gestate mortal life across a timeline that—well, to our minds—seems infinite. And yet, measured against the time fields of First Source, is a single lifetime.
"The WingMakers, as the penultimate expression of humanity, appear as God because, by extension, they are. They codified the concepts of God or Creator and whispered them into humanity's ear in the form of teachings found in books, paintings, music, dance, and other forms of expression, including the sciences.
"Separation holds to the notion that one race or culture owns God. That God is a possession like a talisman held in the hands of a race, or tribe, or even a gathering of people from different cultures united in one religion. This is not the God that has been revealed by the WingMakers for thousands of years. It is the god of human invention—our creation. It is a god in our own image."
Maia looked pensive. "But you said that the WingMakers brought the concept of God to humanity. Why would we change it?"
"Humanity is no different than any other organism; it adapts what it learns to its current spacetime. But what is uniquely human is that the adaptation is configured to the advantage of a few people and the disadvantage of the vast majority. When God was configured to be a vengeful father, it served the purpose of control to put people into fear. When teachers came to amend this fallacy, to encourage people to re-imagine God as a loving father and that all life was ITS creation, so-called spiritual leaders again focused on the sins of humanness that sustain a sense of separation between creator and created, and require an intermediary—a redeemer.
"God is like an infinite pyramid, and to define the structure at its base, it would seem a large square, when indeed it is a different structure altogether as you rise up within it."
