The Unifying Field of Love

God Apart knew he had to come here. He wanted to come here. His wife, God Apartress, kept asking him, “What is going on there? The people in the outer realms now have great scientific toys but they have lost their hearts along the way. They all seem to be infected by a heart disease that makes their hearts shrink.”

“Yes, yes, matters are getting worse. I gave them the internet but instead of providing worldwide information on how to help each other, how to get along, it is filled with revelations about lunch and the latest products to keep you younger.”

“Really?” asked God Apartress, “What are these new products?” Apartress tried to act neutral—like she wasn’t interested (really) in some product that would make her skin glow more than it already did. Anyway, it had to be all natural for her—none of the synthetic goop chemical labs put together in that outer realm called E-ART-Th. Her nickname for E- ART-Th was Artsy. She loved Artsy, it was such a wild dreaming vortex of every possibility high and low. Even the angels and goddesses loved going there, but she hadn’t been there since the last world war (was it the fifth or the sixth one now?). Some of the new arrivals had some shocking and difficult stories to tell about their latest incarnation on Artsy. And the angel MyArth said she would no longer go there for any reason whatsoever, but God Apartress knew she would do anything for God Apart and someone (truly great) had to look after her husband while he was on E-ART-Th. He had a temper at times—which was always justified—but in a place that had mass genocide, a place filled with people who had tempers that exploded into actions of mass cruelty, she was worried that her husband wouldn’t be able to justify the continuance of the human species. His temper for righteousness got a hold of him at times. And E-ART-Th was a prime location for this to happen.

“Good-bye, darling. I’ll miss you. Fix everything down there quickly.” God Apartress hugged her love of all time, all eternity. She never got tired of her God and as far as she felt, all eternity was just the right amount of endless time to spend with her God. “I always carry you with me, my love.” God Apart hugged his wife’s light form and the sparks of light body touching light body was an incandescent image worth making a fine piece of art out of. Descent to E-ART-Th made him feel giddy. A couple star gazing from their hot tub saw a falling star glide across the sky. “Look at the tail of that one.” “Wow,” his companion commented.

His light, star form body formed layers of congealing matter. When this process completed itself, God Apart looked like an E-ART-Th man about 45 years of age, tall and dark skinned. He tested out his new body—all in working order, he thought. He hadn’t tried one of these on for years, or wasn’t it more like yugas. He hated the density of it, but admired the ingenuity of how all the parts came together. Top notch creation, he thought! Thought! He laughed. Even the thought medium was slower, denser. The thought bands here are very primitive. I forgot about that, he thought.

“Look, another falling star!” quipped the naked woman in the same hot tub. The man quipped, “They must be travelling together.” And so they were, though God Apart was unaware of it. His all-knowing function was not activated as yet, if he could get it to work at all in this dense body and dense place.

MyArth sighed, taking on the dense body meant her wings had to remain hidden under all the layers of skin. She saw her reflection in the nearby lake. Yeow! She didn’t like her looks, this is ridiculous, and why did God Apartress give me these trappings? I look disgusting! She didn’t really look that bad—she looked like a 60’s-ish woman with about 30 extra pounds added to her frame—weight that she needed to hide her light wings. They were already itching behind the layers of fat. This will have to do, God Apartress knows best (most of the time) she thought quickly so God Apartress wouldn’t pick up on her attitude. Now to turn on my tracking power and keep close enough to God Apart but out of his sight.

Polly-O-One was attending her duties when she felt an intuitive quiver shake her whole body. She almost dropped the tray of kumkum and flowers she was holding. She had this shaking, this buzz all over her body like when he was alive. She almost expected him to sit up in his grave and rise and walk with her like he did in the old days. “Master” she called out. Only the breeze stirred the curtain. She thought, perhaps she was just wishing (so strongly) that her master was among them again, that she felt his presence active with her in the physical sense. How she longed to see him, feel him, touch him and smell him again. Her spirit sank knowing that she would never have the experience of him again. This sadness of her loss was unbearable at times, so attending to him as her worship was the center of her life—this gave her great consolation and purpose for her remaining years.

Andee also felt a moment of presence in her own way of God Apart’s arrival. For her it felt like she was being watched or caught with her hand in the cookie jar of sweet tasty truths. Go ahead, kiddo, might as well take it, eat it—your hand is already there. Whoever God is, she thought, I can take him on too, she laughed. God Apart had his challenge with Andee. She wasn’t the God-fearing type. Whatever she lacked in humility, she had plenty of confidence in her ability to problem solve any dilemmas. No matter, she thought, she always bounced back on her feet, and her job of telling others about their God nature always assured her a favorable audience and always assured her she would stay popular in the God-nature-revealing-messenger gig. Anyway, if God had the nerve to show up face to face, she could use her charms to convince him of whatever she wanted. That’s how it always worked for her. Yep, charisma could work a long way for a gal with the right looks, good wit, and being in the right place. I’m doing the best I can, she thought—and it’s damn good—near perfect. Mmm—these cookies are damn near perfect too. Delicious!

Sarah was riding her bicycle around the mountain when she felt a band of energy pulsate in her chest. She thought her heart might be struggling with all the exertion, the exercise she was engaged in. She hadn’t been on her bike for months and the weight of an extra 25 pounds was bothering her. Nothing fit her anymore and being lazy wasn’t helping her health or appearance improve. She was determined to lose the weight. It was necessary if she wanted to insure that her work of holding those who came to her for spiritual teaching and transmission would continue into her later years. Her devotees, those determined to stay with her, were hopeless as meditators. They were mostly still filled with worldly ambition and yucky lust. She had wanted to get rid of them most of the time, but her guru, who she loved and worshipped and looked after, insisted that it was necessary and important for the sake of their spiritual success to keep them on. Fortunately, she was able to give them the slip—and get her exercise. She felt the band of energy again push harder on her throat region. She worried that there might be something wrong with her heart. Maybe exercising is not a good idea. She jumped off her bike and rested.

What is this? She wondered. She closed her eyes and felt his presence. She laughed to herself and sang out, “He’s back! He’s back!” God Apart is here. I wonder why he is here. Of course, Sarah was aware that this was the Kali Yuga, but she was doing her part to awaken her people, why was it necessary for God Apart, His Great Presence, to come? What is he up to? Can’t wait to see him. Though she was a lifetime celibate, Sarah always had a crush on God Apart—a secret that she kept from her Beloved Father Guru.

Oasis the artist was engaged in her usual artistic pursuits. The images were flowing at a fast pace. She followed her artistic impulses and a thread, a story, began to present itself. Two falling stars, a flight, a journey, two characters appeared on the grid of her attention, her computer screen. She made corrections, added colors with her digital tools. This is interesting, she thought. She composed a grid-like map and placed two 5-pointed starts within her map. She grabbed her camera and went to explore where her art and her intention was sending her. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for or what she would find, but her heart enjoyed the life of an artist explorer. She enjoyed her journeys and never expected to arrive at a destination, which led her to some pretty interesting places and experiences. Today’s exploration would be very interesting indeed.

MyArth wanted to scratch her wings really bad. The layers of skin over them made her feel miserable. Ah, what the heck, she thought and she let her wings break through and she opened them and let them catch a breeze. They fluttered beautifully, catching the light of the sun.

Oasis blessed her lucky stars that she had her camera with her (she usually did!). Oh my God! Is this a trick, an actor in a disguise, what is going on? She asked herself as she clicked her shutter button (which was in silent mode) over and over.

MyArth folded her wings back and her disguise as an elderly lady was once again perfect. She turned to get her bearings, to pick up the trail of God Apart again, when she noticed the woman staring at her. Did she see? She wondered.

Oasis waved and MyArth pretended not to see and began to follow the river, hoping she wasn’t too far away or off course on her mission to keep God Apart protected and out of any trouble that he might want to instigate.

Oasis decided to follow her at a safe non-obtrusive distance. I know what I saw, she thought, but was it real? For an elderly overweight lady (or angel?) she thought this woman can walk really fast. Oasis was a good walker and she was working very hard to keep up and keep her distance at the same time.

God Apart was well aware that his true-blue angel MyArth was following him. He pretended that he didn’t know so he could have the illusion that he was on his own, like all these beings here. They all think they are alone and on their own too, he thought. That’s why my nickname is God Apart, he laughed.

Sooner or later, God Apart would need some help with something—be frustrated—and that’s when MyArth would appear to be helpful, to aid him in his endeavor. She watched and waited. She enjoyed just watching God Apart bumble around in a dense E-ART-Th body, he seemed to enjoy it much more than she did, but he didn’t have to contend with hiding any wings. He was whistling; she enjoyed the song and wanted to fill in with a verse of her own, but she stayed quiet.

Oasis heard the whistling too (from a distance) and she felt awkward watching the woman watch the man. What the heck, she thought and continued to walk by the river, nodded to the woman hiding her wings under flesh, and continued to amble around (or toward) the thin man to whom she immediately felt attracted.

As she approached the thin tall man she felt an intuitive recognition of him. His features were familiar to her, she knew his body type—no discernable body fat, dark olive skin with deep brown eyes and shoulder-length curly black hair. The thought that this man can dance made sense to her as if she had seen him dance, not just once but many times. As familiar as his physicalness felt to her, she felt a deeper familiarity—she sensed his mystery was of the best kind—the kind that invited you in and once in, no ending could be found. Oasis overcame her usual shy observer nature and approached the man.

“Hello, beautiful day, isn’t it?”

He smiled back and agreed. He gazed at the woman with camera in hand and asked her, “Would you like to take a picture of me by this lovely river on this beautiful day?”

Oasis never had a volunteer for a picture taking moment. She usually clicked away on the sly. If anyone was aware of her they weren’t quite sure if she was taking a picture of them. “Yes, could I?” she asked.

The lighting was perfect by the boulder, a sweet morning light that made the river appear dazzling and the grass mountains behind it a yellow fawny velvet. “Would you mind sitting on the boulder?” The man nodded his head yes and sat on the boulder. She lined up her shot and looked through the viewfinder. The man was as dazzling as the river behind him. She clicked away and went in for a close up. His face was shining and his grin made her feel that he knew everything about her and somehow approved of her anyway.

“Did you get what you wanted?” He asked. “Come sit by me.”

Oasis put her camera back into its case and sat down by the friendly totally familiar stranger.

“Anything you want to ask me?” asked God Apart—that was usually always his opening line.

“Like what, what do you mean?” asked Oasis. “Well, maybe one question. Why are you so familiar to me? Have we met before?”

“Certainly,” answered God Apart. “I know everyone.”

Oasis laughed and said, “Everyone? You get around.”

“You have no idea,” God Apart agreed.

Oasis was stumped but she was enjoying herself immensely. “If you know everyone,” she ventured, “How do you know me? I seem to remember you, but I don’t know how or when.”

“That’s because you are thinking that we are apart, but that’s never been true. I must admit I can play good game of hide and seek till I want to be found.”

This guy is curiouser and curiouser, Oasis thought.

God Apart changed the topic. “Have you seen an older woman pretending not to follow me?” he asked.

“You mean the woman barely hiding behind the tree a little ways down the path?”

“Yep, that’s her. Let me tell you a secret about her. She is really an angel.”