'A Point of View...' an extract from The Light Tree Journal... life from within the Holy Grail...

   THE MORE I LISTENED, THE MORE I UNDERSTOOD; and the more I saw that I was one thing and God was another: altogether other! I could see in some ways, but God could see in all ways. And as I learned from six year-old Anna, years ago: people, they have a point of view, but God has points to view; and that makes all the difference! 

   Oh, I had points of view, ad infinitum. But I saw them like I was seeing only one; for I stood upon my point, and I looked at ‘it.’ I looked at it for ages. I looked at it for so long, that the space around it grew smaller and smaller. I went in and in on it, and more and more; till in the end, it got so pinned down, that all I saw was only a fraction of what I began with; and I got lost inside; and got stuck. 

   I came to see that I needed to draw a picture of this, to better understand what it was that I was actually learning. So I fetched a page of paper, and the stub of a pencil; and I drew. 

   I drew a large rectangle on my white piece paper. Then, I wrote, and near the bottom of the page: ‘This is my ‘first-thought square.’ It is the beginning, of my point of view. It is a nice big shape. A broad view.’ I looked at it awhile. I considered. 

   Then I took up my pencil again, and drew another rectangle, of the same shape, but inside the first one, a bit smaller. I kept going, drawing shape after shape, inside the one before it; until I couldn’t fit in any more inside my original shape. Now I had a picture of my way of viewing things. And I added to what I had written: ‘Now I can see my view if I keep staring at my view! I can see what happens to it! It gets smaller and smaller, narrower and narrower. So un-broad, in fact, I lose my way in it and get trapped; forever lost, looking inside it!’ 

   I stood back from my drawing. I considered it awhile. And I saw it was a picture of life. Of the way things are. And why and how that happened. 

    Like a child’s first-thought of ‘GOD’ we start with one big thought of him.  It is big. It is very big. It is huge. Then, the child discovers for himself – (or as is more usually the case, someone kindly discovers for him, to ‘help’ him) – ‘A POINT OF VIEW.’ The child’s freedom immediately shrinks his picture zooms in and in; and he gets stuck in it . . . sometimes for a very long time . . . IN . . . A POINT OF VIEW. 

    Yes! And I have many of them! Squillions of them!  But, I know that God is different to me. He is the other way around. He has squillions of  . . . ‘points to view.’ An infinite number of points to view from.  So, having every viewing point there could possibly be to view everything from, he is everywhere…and sees everything! 

    From a squillion standing places God looks out. Not in. 

   He doesn’t judge things he doesn’t have a point of view. He has points he can view from. So, he, the Light, can show us everything; and all the time; and with no condemnation. Because he isn’t anywhere standing on a point, but everywhere standing on them all! …and that makes all the difference! 

   As he sees things he reveals them. He opens them out and shows them. Not in opinions nor in judgments, but in truth, truth to view. 

   A POINT OF VIEW has edges to it. It is become, a certain thing. So it has a certain, form, shape: edges. But viewing points have no comprehension of any edges. They are places to look out from. 

    My view locks me in. God’s view lets me out. 

   There is no judging from ‘points to view from,’ no condemning: for all seen all known; and all known all understood. And all understood all forgiven. And all forgiven all loved. And all the world! And everyone in it! 

    We see from the outside and look in. God sees from the inside and looks out. 

   I picked up my bit of pencil, and the piece of white paper again. Beneath my first drawing, of my own life – of shapes going in and in – I drew a new one, of the opposite, of all the shapes going out – outside and beyond the one before. 

    God looks out, and out and out. And his vision expands wider and wider and wider. So his view has no end. And in having no end it had no edges. And his edgeless way is how I see now too, I am inside of him, and see from his seeing places; and light keeps opening and growing . . . and exploding . . . shooting through everything . . . and everywhere! He makes all the difference!

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