My Vision of Our Oneness
I guess I saw God as a masculine being with a beard, a big rulebook, a temper, and an attitude - the bad "cop in the sky." While exploring the idea that we are created in the image and likeness of God, I came to realize that image must mean something different than our variations of form. It must have to do with our essence, our spirit!
Once I got THAT part settled the idea of all the different religions felt puzzling and upsetting. Hundreds of faith traditions, all claiming to be right - all claiming that the "others" were wrong/bad/lacking. Aarrgghh! This time, the question seemed so big, I asked for what I call a prayer dream before going to bed. I literally pose a question to the part of me that IS made in the image of God and quite reliably, I receive lucid, valuable answers. The answer for this one came in a "movie" picture.
I could see a huge circular table, whose edge had a lip, around which hundreds of children were milling. All the children held something in their hands. There was an air of excitement and expectancy as the children gathered. Oh, their faces were just gorgeous-fresh with the beauty of eagerness and innocence. My heart felt glad to see them. Then, one child approached the table and placed upon it the object he had held. Quickly, each child in turn approached the table and placed their object near to the ones that were already down. I could now see that the objects had irregular shapes and reminded me of puzzle pieces. Of course, I thought gleefully, they are working a giant jigsaw puzzle, and it was indeed gigantic -hundreds of feet across, big enough for every piece.
Shortly, all the pieces were in place except one. The child holding that piece was hanging back, not willing to relinquish it. Everyone really wanted the last piece to go in its place but instead of focusing on the completion of the puzzle, the children soothed this one, surrounding him with their love. The child was afraid of losing the value of the piece if it were surrendered to this whole. But love prevailed.
As the final piece was set in place, the scene took on a glow. The table and the children were all filled with streaming light, getting brighter and brighter -until, there was only light. Everything transformed! It reminded me of the movie, "The Dark Crystal," in the scene where the Gelfling child places the Crystal shard back in to the place it had originally been and through an alchemy of opposites, so to speak, everything transforms into a beauty not seen when the parts were separate.
When I awoke, I had a clear knowing that every faith tradition held a precious piece of a larger whole and that we were somehow meant to find out how all the pieces fit, and to remember our oneness. I knew that the power of love would give each and every one of us the courage to let go of our small thoughts and engage in a process where the oneness could begin to take on form.
� Honey Judith Rubin