Simple You
Believe, for there is a Simple You, hidden only by you and the games you play.
Written by Mark Bell, May 16, 2025. This, and other wisdoms of I Am, conveyed by, I Am Wisdom on Substack.com
Chatter abounds within the realms of earth, songs sung, chants chanted, words written, and boundless souls saying, go this way, no, go that way. Hey, over here. Be like me, I know the way! I Am the Messiah, join with me and my hypnotized, for I am the Christ.
Holy Moses! When it was said that there would be many, touting healing, prophesizing, and pronouncing they are the savior, I had no idea it would so obscenely prolific - these games people play.
So, how do you find the way? How can you arrive at you, the simple you? How can you get home?
First, if the birds say fly like me, the birds will proceed you. When the fish say, swim as I swim, the fish will arrive before you. When monkeys in trees chatter out, climb like me, know the monkeys are home, but you are not.
You will not arrive at you, Christ, or home when you follow everything or anything but you, with nothing the world adds. You need just you, quiet from the hills and dales, and more so, quiet from your mind. In that, you will discover what you have forsaken for all things worldly. You see, you are the most perfect imagining of God. There is nothing more beautiful, or wondrous. Nothing. It is you, who gave you away for all the lures of this zoo of worlds. You became the zoo, the world, but you are not these things. You are not a monkey, no, not a fish, nor a bird, a king, rich or poor. You are not disabled, nor any thing you have called, and now call your self. These things, You never have been. While this may be a great place to visit, you truly don’t want to live here. This plane of existence, this confined realm, is not of you, and you are not of it. What you seek is indescribable. There is no definition of you, no earthly concept, and no finite calculation. You, are infinite!
This journey back to you, you must traverse alone. While there will be others who are the wind beneath your wings, you have to fly. If you follow this person or that, that philosophy or this, become a practicing "thingamabob", or a “Whatchamacallit,” follow that faith or this, you will end up being something other than you. Though you are always you, you will think you are something other than you, and you will spend your days chasing your tail. If you enjoy playing chase your tail, by all means, chase away!
As we speak, you are discovering, moment by moment, what is, and is not of you. Know this, nothing other than you, is you. As God is infinite, so you are; you precious image of infinincy. So, when you tire of playing hide-and-seek with yourself, there you will be, the last place you look.
My advise, walk away from all that say they are the answer. They are not “your” answer. Walk away from those who say, pay me this, and I will help.” They are not helping, but profiting. If you are told to hop on one leg, and cluck like a chicken, on Tuesdays, fly away, for they are not who or what you seek. You are not a one-legged chicken, nor are you a day named Tuesday.
It is a tough time, for "prophets and "saviors" are popping out of the wood-work. The reason for this, is to distract you from you. You are the answer. You are your savior. You and I, we band of precious souls, are the Second Coming, the Holiest of Spirits.
In you, being just and only you, that perfect image, and in me being me, that perfect imagining, we will walk each other home. Know you, and you will know God. Everything else, is but the lie.
Wisdoms of I Am.
Conveyed by, I Am - Wisdom.
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