Christ Consciousness is another one of those made up terms by the scholars of the bible.

It's a bogus term to incite further adherence to the sham of Christianity.


and you bought into it...

Christ Consciousness (is) that still small voice in each of us.





What if you have 300 small still voices inside of you?


I wish they would STOP talking to me in their dulcet tones!!!!!!!!!



I understand...

Here's something from God Calling,

Power is not such an overwhelming force as it sounds, a something you call to your aid, to intervene in crises. No! Power is just God in action.

Therefore whenever a servant of Mine, however weak he humanly may be, allows God to work through him, then all he does is powerful.

Carry this thought with you through the days in which you seem to accomplish little. Try to see it is not you, but the Divine Spirit in you. All you have to do, as I have told you before, is to turn 'Self' out. A very powerful axe in a Master Hand accomplishes much. The same in the hand of a weak child, nothing. So see that it is not the instrument, but the Master Hand that wields the instrument, that tells.

Remember no day is lost on which some Spiritual Truth becomes clearer. No day is lost which you have given to Me to use. My use of it may not have been apparent to you. Leave that to Me. Dwell in Me, and I in you, so shall ye bear much fruit. The fruit is not the work of the branches, though proudly the branches may bear it. It is the work of the Vine, that sends its life-giving sap through those branches. I am the Vine and ye are the branches.



but but --- each of the 300 voices speaks to me in verdant soliloquies fit for service to heaven.


<i>The Real Miracle

When Bankei was preaching at Ryumon temple, a Shinshu priest, who believed in salvation through the repetition of the name of the Buddha of Love, was jealous of his large audience and wanted to debate with him.

Bankei was in the midst of a talk when the priest appeared, but the fellow made such a disturbance that Bankei stopped his discourse and asked about the noise.

"The founder of our sect," boasted the priest, "had such miraculous powers that he held a brush in his hand on one bank of the river, his attendant held up a paper on the other bank, and the teacher wrote the holy name of Amida through the air. Can you do such a wonderful thing?"

Bankei replied lightly: "Perhaps your fox can perform that trick, but that is not the manner of Zen. My miracle is that when I feel hungry I eat, and when I feel thirsty I drink."
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