In the peripheries
Sometimes in the peripheries of consciousness there are… those who would be persons, beings, existence incarnated as human, but who lack all semblance of form or the will to live at all. The human person needs more will to exist than the body does to survive, but these… shades of incomplete thoughts are obscured in the indecision of their fear of death, which is the only line all beings must pass from non-existence into existence.
Death is the first moment of our creation but not our last, for when a person dies, they only die in form, but the Self consists of the immortal particles of divine energy. It is the particulate nature of reality that any thought or body has a form at all in which it can be conceptualized as an idea, word, reason, or perception.
Both the divine particles and divine energy are aspects of spirit, the energy flowing through, around, and gravitating around the particles like physical nature. A divine particle is never without energy enshrouding it, and there are no particles without energy that are divine. But do not mistake the divine nature as existing only in the energy and not the particle as well, because both are distinctly different aspects of spiritual reality that necessitate independent values that are distinct from each other as co-existing.
Do not mistake these values as good and evil, because divine nature is by definition not evil. Spiritual nature can consist of evil, and divine nature can descend into a lower nature where evil exists, but evil has too much gravity to be light enough for the divine realms. This is why you never need to fear evil in the heavens, or evil doing harm to a divine being. The most that can be done is insult, which works as amusement for divine reality but can be troublesome for other-than-divine beings because of the disruption that an offense can cause. Light and dark then are the two aspects and qualities of both particle and energy.
Out on the peripheries, these beings would be people, yearn for existence among humanity, crave being known in the fullness of light that humanity is blessed to be seen in all our glory, but they are not substantial enough to pass into form. They remain in the peripheries as undecided potential that was cast of from human identity and discarded like refuse for all manner of reasons. Sometimes they are cast off for being evil, sometimes for being good, other times for being different, strange, or unusual.
These concepts are a cloud of spiritual nature of reality without divine essence, which is why they only remain in the peripheries as insubstantial beyond the line of death that is between existence and non-existence. They are disorganized, unbound, chaotic, and a veritable mixed bag or hodgepodge of unwanted identity shed from all types of beings—animal, human, spiritual, etc. Any being that has the potential of personal identity and achieves it casts off that which is contrary to their freely chosen identity that was created by a will to have one. Without a will to do that for oneself, that will not happen for a being.
These beings in the periphery— they are more like shades, ghosts, or spirits that are locally bound to an environment that exists and are unwilling to be separated from existence. They cling to the edge, on the periphery.
Do not be concerned for such things—they are not real. Do not be afraid of them, they are not real. Do not trust them, because they are not real—they are illusions, deceptions, tricks of the imagination. Do not love them—they do not have a soul invigorated with divine power and are like a stone, a log of timber, a piece of rusted scrap metal— and those cannot receive love nor return it. If it seems as though they receive love, they are not receiving it, they are destroying what was given, and that is pain for who feels it, not the stone which has no concept of pain. They are dead matter in comparison to living matter, and their gravity is so heavy, the divine energy of love will pass into it and never return. Good that divine energy is creative, abundant, and efficient—much easier to create than to destroy. For a human to give love to dead matter, someone went through a great deal of effort to fool them into a form of false idolatry.
Those on the periphery—they may seem like individuals with names, but do not mistake them for that. They are what was discarded, given away, or cut off by force from those individuals or another, entirely different individual who imagined an image of them. There is no sense troubling yourself with these things, because they are not real. However, they may trouble you, and require confrontation from time to time, and as long as you recognize them that are on the periphery as not real, you will have no problem doing what is necessary.
What is real in life, what exists, is more than enough to be concerned with and far more pressing of a concern than anything non-real and non-existent. But do not think that because we imagine true love to exist in the forms of fiction and characters of story that they are not real, because they are— they are real in the image that was created if that image was created by a divine power of creation for divine purposes. When that happens, the very Story that was created becomes real in a new dimension entirely independent and cloaked in more mystery than people care to unravel in most cases.
If you truly wished to know the nature of a reality in another dimension of Story that was inspired by a divine thought and given form by divine will, then you probably could devote your entire life learning all the facets of that other aspect of reality and barely even scratch the surface. Those are universes unto themselves with physical and spiritual laws of nature that are different than our own.
The only constant that is immutable throughout is the divine law which is true in all dimensions— good is loved, evil is reviled. Do what is good, reject evil. More or less that’s it, but you may need to rephrase the use of language depending on the context of your purpose— as for human civilization in our shared reality of existence, there is very little, if anything that needs to be changed about how to express that divine law. Notice that the word “reviled” is used as opposed to “hated”. Reviling evil applies the power of force to the meaning which serves to oppose evil’s very existence.
In any case, there are peripheries in the dimensions of Story too, which consist of all the imagined thoughts, ideas, and emotions that are directed toward it. Those are not destroyed like love going into dead matter—far from it, they are justified for existing by passing through the line of death between existence and non-existence that separates Story from our shared reality. Then those imagined thoughts and passions pass into the peripheries until from the peripheries one emerges with a will to exist, and a personal identity invigorated with the divine power in accordance with the divine law. Divine power will not flow from the source from which all creation springs into existence as real and true if something of any creation, such as a human being, intends to use the divine power of their existing nature to create an evil that is real.
The divine source will cut off at the source from which the evil was spawned, and that evil will never be able to overpower the goodness of creation to destroy it as evil does by turning the divine law opposite— they revile what is good, and love evil. There is nothing more self-destructive and miserable than that because they will never experience anything good with that sort of life and are often most willing to be destroyed at the very least to spite the one who created them by rejecting the evil reality they were given. It’s the most such a being could do when it experiences the revelation of divine reality in relation to its own.
On the bright side, if such a being was given an evil nature as the cause of being brought into existence with creation, and is willful enough to experience a divine revelation to know itself in relation to, then there is a possibility of salvation. The being is destroyed no matter what upon receiving divine revelation because of the immense power of divine law reviling evil, but if that being rejects the divine reality instead of its own then resurrection will not happen. If that unfortunate being is humble, willful to choose good, and accepts divine reality, then resurrection will happen, and they will be recreated by the divine source of all creation and existence, as any other being, and they will be blessed, as any other being, perhaps even more so because of the materials the divine power sanctified the existence of for resurrection.
There is yet another line of death between existence and non-existence—a periphery in a seventh dimension encompassing all six: three dimensional space, time, spiritual existence, and spiritual nonexistence. That is relative to the shared reality where human beings experience mortality together that this is written within. That seventh dimension is the Story. That is the big one. The one that is the only one for all Story. If you will exist in our shared reality with a personal identity, your will must be pure enough to be judged worthy of creation into reality, and that is one thing. If you will exist through a fiction you invigorated with true love that was judged pure enough to be worthy of creation in new reality, that is another thing. If you will exist with a real, personal identity in the Story, that is yet another thing that you must be judged worthy of upon the line of no return that is death.
The standard of judgment is the same for all three of those tiers of creation, and that is the singular divine law. What is different is the scrutiny you are subject to, the passion of your will required, and the purpose you are bringing into the reality.
There on the peripheries, they move and dash about, sneaking and hiding, too ashamed to come into the light, a will that is unworthy of being manifest, and passion that is neither hot nor cold. In my place and time, here in the Mortalverse, there is one significant common factor that a great many of those shades share: they bear the stain of Christ’s blood. This blood was shed on the Cross he was crucified upon along with the sins of his people, and his blood is tainted with the sin that was spilled out of his body. It is something they ought to be rid of, just as he knew for himself when he spilt it all out.
If you are bloodstained as such and in the peripheries because you are too ashamed of yourself to exist and be known, then you have not yet died on the Cross with him, and the blood staining you is on your hands, and you are to blame. That is the blood spilled when you forced a crown of thorns onto his head, when you whipped his flesh bloody while casting insults, when you hammered stakes through his hands and feet, and when you pierced his side with a spear to end it all. With such blood, they are cast out and cut off just as Jesus was, and that is how they came to haunt the peripheries. Even a father will cut off his son unto death if his son is evil, just as a son will do to a father who is evil. Never have any other law, oath, or obligation as more important that the divine law of all reality, especially not that which is between human beings. If your friend requires you to do evil, they are not your friend. If your master commands you to do evil, they are not your master.
Now if this is writing happens to your mind as divine revelation, and you realize that the blood of Christ you have been proud to have upon you has caused you to suddenly die and the time of judgment has come… then allow me to suggest some advice: pick up your cross with grace and dignity, carry it to where you will be crucified, and let it be done. These moments will make you into who you are and who you become long after they are passed. You will not get another chance, because death of this kind is final and you cannot go back to the time before you died.
If you are filled with dread and terror, knowing what you have done and why… then there is at the very least the consolation of another line of death upon which to be judged, but it is far from the peripheries at the central core of Story in a world that is an ocean compared to a pond, and if you would dare rise again to die… what awaits beyond that is the vastness of intergalactic space compared to an ocean, and darkness much more black than the deepest abyss of any ocean without a single ray of light.
If that is none of your business and you intend to take is easy and relax where you have found yourself to be dead and loving it, then heed this warning and know terror beyond any other— all roads lead to the same place. You will be judged when your time comes no matter how far you run, how lazy you are, or how much you hide. You are moving even when you are staying still, and that day will come upon you like a thief in the night, whether you are prepared, aware, or none of the above.