An Alternate Self

I listened to a conversation that began with a question about the possibility of parallel universes. I silently cheered them on, as a spectator would their favorite runner in a race. But, eventually, it digressed into a debate about their religions and the churches they attend. They were doing ok until they forced themselves to decide into which of their already labled boxes these new thoughts would fit. It was as if they were trying to put old batteries into their new toys.

Just Now I was thinking, wouldn't there be so much more Power if we didn't try to function with old batteries? What if we, instead, connected to The Source? Couldn't we become infinitely more? Why is the label so important? Does it have to matter if it's angels, or spirits, or dopplegangers, or even the Holy Spirit? Whether we call it prayer or the alpha-state, I think we can receive powers we have not known and do what we have not yet even imagined.

Or, we can trade our potential for dogma.

We create boxes in sizes and shapes that make us comfortable, stuff God (and our potential) into it, and wrap it with a pretty bow. We even sacrifice our Savior on the altar of religion. But I promise, if you have it all figured out, it's not worth worshiping.

I choose to be aware of this: One of the last things Jesus said to his disciples before his death is that they would be able to do everything he had done and even more. I refuse to trade my potential so I can carry a pretty box under my arm. I want to connect to The Source.

I'm losing touch with an alternate self because I don't like that she had everything all figured out. She comes around once in a while, but I notice her less and less. I'm looking for the Me who is tapped into the One who is able to do "exceedingly, abundantly, above all I could ever ask or even imagine."