Interior Constellations: The Cosmic Soul of Christ:Part II of The Christ Universe Within

A continuation of “The Christ-Universe Within”

Hey Beloved,

I come here today to talk a little more about those interior constellations I was mentioning. In retrospect, it’s an apt way to discuss the inner workings of a soul inhabiting a body—so let us endeavor to flesh out that interior space even more through Your wisdom and illumination.

This letter is a continuation of yesterday’s post, The Christ-Universe Within. I’ll summarize briefly and give that link again at the end for the full text.

The principle is that Christ inhabits the center of our inner space—our realized or perceived soul—like a galaxy-spanning cosmic Star, the central point from which we all slowly spin on His gravitational axis. He serves as our Light, the lesser light akin to the moon—lesser only when compared to what He stands within: the Greater Light.

He is our Centrality, manifested as radiance so blinding we would all be undone were He not acting in His greatest role—the Aperture through which we can behold the Father and not perish. He shields us, the huddled and starving masses, while administering our daily bread in a way eternal, perfected through suffering yet communal—as only shared physical inhabitation can be. He bore our hurts, our stubbed toes at 2 a.m., and our Hope.

So Christ is the center of our inner universe—a universe of the Holy Spirit—depicted to me as a blinding sun. We are the stars swirling around in various shades of shared luminosity, decorating the interior vastness. Pink, purple, green, orange, white, and on—all swirled like a celestial garland in our souls. Each star is linked within us as shared light, stringing the holiday trees of inner space as we serve as miniature apertures ourselves, expanding the boundaries of perceived reality and spirituality.

Out on the distant edges of our inner selves, as we swim and swirl around Your greater Light, we act as lighthouses at the rim of charted territory—holding our burning, sun-shaped hands out to the wrist in the brutal vacuum of zero-G space and freezing temperatures. We are warmed by our own reflected aperture’s alignment with Yours, Yeshua, as You channel the Father in grace and mercy—making our failing lights shine a little longer, burn a little brighter when others thought we would dim.

The revelation that undoes me is this: the entirety of the inner space I speak of—the emptiness, the black backdrop—is also You.

You are all in all.

Think on that, friends. The vastness of our inner cosmos exists because You hold our shared existence together, enabling our minds to probe Your depths—all while never losing Yourself.

I’m finished now, Beloved. You crushed me with that last line.

I get lost going to the next town over without GPS—yet You entered, saw, descended, and returned.

Yep. You are the Victor.

You are my breath, Beloved.

Sincerely,

Dust