What is energy?

What is energy?  Energy in its simplest, purest form is the radiance of God.  God is so multi-everything that there is indeed an endless, boundless supply and differentiation of energy.  It is neither good nor bad; it is rather the servant of the soul who would wield it.  Once again, that brings everything back to responsibility. 

 

Thought is energy.  Thought imbued with emotion evokes, molds, sculpts and utilizes energy to create matter.  Matter is not solid; it is the harmonious and peaceful coexistence of certain energies.  Even the most solid of matter bears a fluidity.  We as the divine light possess immeasurable energy.  We are individualized yet we are the source.  But the source, likewise, is everywhere present.  There is no place where the light, the energy of God is not.  That is why even in our darkest despair God is closer than our breath.  We are the creation of the most prevalent, yet unique energy which we call love.

 

When we create of love, it need not mean that we love the creation.  It means simply that at some level of consciousness we devoted enough concentrated thought energy to bring something from the etheric into the world of matter.  We are in every sense creators because every single thought contains the spark of power needed to bring forth manifestation.  So we, as a race, must be very conscious and aware of this great gift of power, lest we suffer the consequences of thoughts directed towards less than loving ideals.  But being human we seem to have to learn the hard way.  On the bright side, what is done can be undone and recreated.  The only catch here is that it takes some self-examination and a bit of hard work, something that not everybody is prepared to do.

 

Well, I’m going to speak of something a little more joyous, exciting perhaps.  And that is paying attention to the things that we really love.  How important is that?  Just incredibly!  These are the things that soul remembers when soul crosses the threshold into heaven.  We look back and examine our pain and suffering, our hard works and say “Thank you, hard lessons that taught me well.”  But when the soul turns to the page of its own experiences of love, it is the simple things that read like the finest poetry and evoke tears of joy that conjure visions of “I really did that!  That’s me!”  And then that part of us, somewhere way deep inside of us says, “No, Shams, that’s us!”

Shams of Tabriz