The Essence of God

 “There are those who forgot their essence.

They clothed themselves in flesh and believed the flesh was the throne. They lifted their own height above the spirit, and in doing so, they diminished themselves.”

For the essence is the breath of God, and the breath of God is goodness alone. Those who walk in that goodness do not boast, for the soul knows its own purpose and does not need to be greater than another.

But those who doubt the one who speaks truth stand outside the house, cold, wandering, whispering in shadows because they have forgotten the warmth of their own origin.

And the Lord said:

“You call yourselves spirits, yet you do not know the Spirit. You chase what you do not need, you haunt what you cannot hold, and you fear the light you once belonged to.”

For the day comes when the whispering ends, not by force, but because truth leaves no place for shadows to cling.

Heaven did not hold them, and hell did not claim them, for they knew neither themselves nor the One who formed them. They drifted between places, not cast out, but unanchored.

And the Lord said:

“I returned before the foundations were set. I walked the earth before the depths were named. Hell is not torment — it is responsibility. And even that was too heavy for some.”

Now they linger at the edges of the house, seeking warmth they cannot claim, light they cannot bear, a place they never built.

So the decree goes forth:

“Leave this place. Leave this house. Leave this heaven. You were not here when the four corners were raised, when the foundations were laid from the deep to the height. We built this — God and i.”

And the Lord concluded:

“I am the first and the last. Not to rule you, but to remind you: what is not rooted cannot remain.”