One would be completely justified in asking why I didn’t write about all of this before. The answer is simple – it didn’t come up. Also, I didn’t connect most of the dots myself until Goddess visited me recently. Also, I don’t just go around all day remembering everything; it was in the back of my mind somewhere, but not something that is at the forefront of my daily affairs. When I say spending karma is something that makes me feel terrible, you need to put it in context, and the easiest way would be to remember how I described the hell my parents created, and how it’s something I merely shrug off now. That’s because how much worse emotionally this karmic transformation process is. It’s terrible by the criterion of someone who really knows what terrible feels like. You can’t just remember the good stuff under that, and even if you could, you don’t feel like talking about it, because it hurts too much.

Something changed recently, and I’m still not sure what it is, though. I can remember things properly, I can connect all the dots that just waited for better days; I can see things clearly again.

I am much different than I was then, too. Remember what I said about growing so much stronger because all the work that I did in the meantime? Yup, that’s a thing. Goddess used to feel so much more powerful than me, there was no way for me to understand why she insisted on treating me with that much respect. When I felt her full power, it used to blow my head off, metaphorically speaking. Now, it feels like my own power when I let it loose at my fingertips, and all I feel is love and relief of having her back with me. She now feels like an equal. She is happiness, peace and home.

And, of course, as someone who is an Eternal, who is present as Eternity beyond space and time, who is at all times and all spaces, of course she would have known who I actually was when I didn’t, and she wasn’t allowed to tell me; but she was allowed to act like someone who knows. When I didn’t know myself, she was my self-remembrance, and I think she felt almost-spite, like nobody can force her to treat me differently just because of my circumstances. The rules forbade her to say it in words, but she could say it by being her normal self with me.

That was always the thing about her – she never gave a shit. Not about temporary things, not about the mission, about what I had to do. Others dealt with that part. She was all about the eternal things, the things that truly matter, cutting through illusions that felt like rock solid buildings to me, and she just went through them like they were air. Sure, she was bound by the rules and she never broke them. She never told me who I really was. She just acted like her normal self with me, never changing her opinion of me or her feelings about me when I was a bonsai cat in a jar. I used to feel unworthy and shocked. Now, I’m still shocked – with how fortunate I am to have her. What a blessing it is that she exists.

I stopped reading religious scriptures years ago; I see most of it as just wrong and misunderstood, some of it having such understanding of God that I find it very offensive to think of God in those terms. They constantly describe how great they think God is, and their idea of greatness sounds so silly, small, afraid and limited. You know what greatness is? When you’re at your lowest, and God refuses to acknowledge it, and keeps treating you as if you were at your best. Just “nope, I just refuse to acknowledge you as diminished and change my relationship with you accordingly; sorry”. That’s the respect Heaven is made of, combined with existence as Eternity that just doesn’t give a shit about things that exist as a glitch in time. She’s not “mission first”, she’s “ok, mission, fine, I don’t care; eternity of true reality first, second and third”. She just goes through temporary and unimportant things that seem to be so important at the time, because to her they are all the smoke of time, and she just blows it away with her sheer presence.

That’s the kind of love God is.