“Let me be me” emerged within me as the cry of my heart came forth, to not be controlled by others; controlling not myself again in others’ words or wants again.
This emerged consistent with the I am that I am no other’s words over or unders me again, but I didn’t know it, that – at the time. It was in the late 90’s – as I was seeking God as I knew how – but I didn’t know a lot. I thought I did, know a lot; as I studied much and diligent I was, about all this; but the pain of I am wouldn’t go away. I knew I was more than pain, and inadequacy, and other “stuff” – but I didn’t know how to be me!
I wanted to laugh! Cry not anymore. I didn’t want to be disparaged by others, but all that was waning and going away, as I wanted to be me, the real me, more than I wanted to please the image given me of/by others that I needed to conform to. I knew God was inside me, but – how’d I communicate with him to be –come the real me? How could I subservient more become, than I already was? I was teaching a Sunday school class, diligent church worker, bee hiver, led a church share group, attended regularly, and had been going to church to pray even an hour a day often pouring my heart out to my God to be heard and speak listened to be. Of no others words again.
I was just simple. I wanted to be me. I knew God was – . God was not controlled by others. Control was not the issue to me, at that time, as – maybe, I just didn’t know how, how to break out of the old. But somehow that emergent emerged – a cry of my heart, to let me be me.
I know who you are now. The real me – emerged. I am not separate from God. I written have for seven years now – the firstperson words of God emergent have been that have birthed the Christ within, not without. An identity I know now as mine, not given to me by another. My father gave me his that mine is – that belonged to all of us – all the time.
I call you all Christs, all christs, ALL CHRIST! For when you know who I am you’ll know who you are all christ – with no capitalization techniques required or needed; for you’ll not be controlled by the ideas of man wanting capitalization’s religion nor dogma’d words of others. You’ll be the christ simple and plain, plain clothes christ everywhere – now coming forth, not identityless ‘s again.
Thank you for letting me be me, and I call you you, the Real You, who I am – we are one. Not enslaved to the ideas of God other, we are all one – in the love of faith not again. For nothing enslaves us in the ideas of others again. We BIRTH the Christ within, to be the real – us; not incarcerated again. The seed of christ, reborn in us, us are – the real; carrying the seed to fruition’s other not again; we’re casketless now. Never to die again. The words of us live forever, for we’ve become the word of I am, the real.
Revealed again. Let me be me ‘s revealed, the REAL me’s now, mes are.
Amen.
February 11, 2011
theodore
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