The Filled Glass

I was tired of everyone making the journey HOME into something that was so confusing and hard to understand. Surely there was one person who could just explain and make it simple, without me having to go on long fasts, mountain retreats, saying long prayers and siting in the lotus position repeating affirmations? It all just seemed like work. And if it was work, then it surely didnt work.The life or essence of this book, is that I and my Father are ONE. That EVERYTHING IS ALREADY DONE It is finished!The teachings of my childhood ensured that I believed that I was separated from God who sat up in the clouds, pointing His finger at me, and just waiting to zap me into toast.The constant frustrations of coming up against this petty God, who seemed so much smaller than me, because of His temper tantrums, made me dislike Him with a passion. He had to be BIGGER than me.No one could give me answers to the questions I constantly asked: How could God give me free-will, and then toast me for indulging in free-will? Why was He so confused? If He threw a temper tantrum every time I stepped out of line, then thank you, but NO thank you. I wanted nothing to do with Him. He was too small.I had made a vow when I was 12 years old, after a traumatic incident at the Orphanage, (where I had spent ten long years), that I would love better than God, because His love was conditional. And so this is just a small part of my journey.