Story. ) A Point of View . . .

(from book manuscript: A Circle of Swift Songs: A Circlet of Inner-Life Stories)




                                  A Point of View

   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, and 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. It went in and in. 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 cartridge paper and the stub of a pencil; and I drew.

   I drew a large square, on my nice piece of white paper, and 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 lovely big shape. It is a broad view.’ I looked at it awhile, and considered.

   Then, taking up my pencil again, I drew another square, 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.

   I added to what I had written: ‘Now I can see my view if I keep staring at it. I can see what happens to it. It gets smaller and smaller; narrower and narrower; and so un-broad, in fact, that I lose my way in it.  I get trapped: forever, lost, looking inside it!’

   I stood back from my drawing. And again, considered it for a time. Of course. It was yet another picture of life. Of the way things are. And how and why it happened that people became shrunk.

   It was like a child’s ‘first-thought’ of: “GOD.” The child starts with one big thought of him. It is big. It is very big. It is huge! But then eventually the child discovers for himself, (or, as is more usually the case, somebody 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 . . . and, sometimes, for a very long time.

   Yes. Once we all had one opinion. Now we had squillions of them. But I know that God is different to us: 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 that 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; he shows them not in opinions nor in judgments, but in truth, truth to view. (…It is we who get him wrong and make him ‘back-to-front:’ in our own image.)

   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 edges; for 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 paper again, and beneath the first drawing of my 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 edge-less way is how I would see, now, too. I am inside of him. And with him see from his seeing places. And light, it keeps growing and opening . . . and exploding! Shooting out, and beyond, through everything . . . and everywhere!  ‘Viewing Places’ . . . it made all the difference!

  

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 ‘The diffrense from a person and an angel is easy. Most of an angel is in the inside and most of a person is on the outside.’ -  Mister God, This is Anna;  by Fynn.