The Soul in Conversation with God

I am going to be asking some questions today and expounding upon those questions with derivative follow-up questions. There will be suppositions made and theories expressed—all of this done in an ongoing dialogue with God in me, Yeshua-the hope of glory.

Join me as I express directed thought and conversation in written word, to flesh out a dialogue: the Soul in conversation with the Divine through internal pondering and meditation coupled with writing.

I will write this first beginning thought, and then we will go from there, Beloved.

What if spirituality is more like a muscle than a written codex of rules?

If such were the case, then would the diminishment of self—the kenosis of the ancients—be represented in our lives as suffering?

Further upon this thought, I would ask if the lack of suffering visible in a soul in transit through this life is less a hallmark of spiritual attunement or enlightenment, and more an indictment of falsehood and fakeness.

Without the presence of the diminishment of self, is it possible to pour into a vessel that is already filled to the brim? Self must be emptied that the surpassing worth might be revealed.

I propose that self is an obstruction and occlusion to the perfect clarity of God’s representation in our lives. When we become One, our self and will are fully joined within—not removing the texture of the soul or identity, but transfiguring it into an image of Yeshua.

If self is an obstruction, and glorification begins with sanctification, and sanctification is the diminishment of self, then the filling and unification of self and Source would be theosis.

What if theosis is the process of self-erasure so complete, coupled with the indwelling Pleroma—the Holy Spirit—so full that they meet in the middle?

What if the self’s vanishing is actually a unification of us within the mind of Christ through the Holy Spirit? What if the edges of us and Him were unable to be traced? What would a soul say in ecstasy when unified beyond the possibility of division?

What would a life look like that has undergone such theosis? Would the person themselves become so sheer as to appear ethereal and wispy at the same time?

I have seen this take place personally in my own life. The wording I’m using is archaic because you have to go back nearly 1,600 years to find references to such spiritual awakenings and shared language.

I posit that a life that has undergone such a spiritual awakening would look like a train wreck from the outside—suffering, loss, devastating emotional isolation, loneliness if not unified totally, craving for an unamenable thing we are not sure of.

I posit that a life that has neared and undergone such a process would appear to be one of the most sorrowful souls from an outward perspective, more so than has ever been told or thought of.

I posit that a life apparently lacking hardship is evidence that depth in relationship with Yeshua has not happened.

I suggest suffering as mercy—used to shave down the self to get closer to the layers of our core being, our souls.

I suggest that the outer being, worn down, coupled with the inner being raised in relationship under pressure and constant effort, is the muscle of spirituality being trained under the tension of resistance directed by the Father in the form of suffering.

Why? To lead us to our highest end—Him, the Hope of Glory.

I suggest loss as lesson, grief as gift, loneliness as love, and love as presence from within expressed outwardly in mercy and compassion.

I suggest these as the fruits of the indwelling Holy Spirit and ask whether lacking them might be the very means by which we differentiate ourselves—not to be like them, but to gift ourselves to them as love and offering.

God-facing love as sacrifice.
Person-facing love in the hope of shared unity with the Father.

I suggest all of this is from Him.
I suggest it all as participation in the living Body of Christ.

Discernment becomes the antibodies that fight and stave off illness, trained under constant vigilance and reliance on the Father, as we take good care of the Body of Christ we inhabit.

In closing, I suggest that if the kenosis muscle was never trained by tension and loss, then the ability would be absent of any power or sustaining connective tissues necessary to fulfill motion and emotion while in You.

I said “in closing” before, but a thought occurred to me while using AI to help edit my horrible spelling:

What if the end result of a soul who has suffered thusly is, in fact, the methodology the Father is using to bodily communicate an ancient truth again—through the lens of my writing and lived experience?

What if my pain was the only gift I could ever give to you, Beloveds?
What if my heart and my mind, and my unity with Him, were His way of saying “I love you” to all His children—by my yielded will through this writing?

What if this, my Beloveds, is what participation in the Body of Christ looks like?
My pain, your blessing—your blessing, my pain.

You astound, Yeshua. Could you maybe come get us now?! Pretty please?. With cherries on top?

Anyways—
I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

Stardust.