Russian Nesting Dolls and that which we call God
If you have ever seen or owned the nesting dolls then you know that there is one large one and nestled inside of that is another and then another and then another, etc.
What if God was the furthermost "doll" and inside of God was all there is? But this is a difficult analogy because our minds then would see God sitting somewhere with everything inside and God would have an "outside" surrounding "Him/Her/It". And if there is nothing outside of God and that God is present everywhere (and nowhere too I might add) then that image would be incorrect.
But for the sake of trying to get one's arms around something that will take him/her to the real thing, then we may proceed.
Now, would the nesting dolls (that is all of creation) inside of the God doll be what they appear to be (that is, separate and different from God) or would they be made of the same substance?
And if your mind can stand it contemplate this possibility. There is only separation within our story, within out little self that has been created by us, the who and what we think we are. Contemplate who and what it is that contemplates and who and what notices variations. Drop the story. What’s left?
What if God was the furthermost "doll" and inside of God was all there is? But this is a difficult analogy because our minds then would see God sitting somewhere with everything inside and God would have an "outside" surrounding "Him/Her/It". And if there is nothing outside of God and that God is present everywhere (and nowhere too I might add) then that image would be incorrect.
But for the sake of trying to get one's arms around something that will take him/her to the real thing, then we may proceed.
Now, would the nesting dolls (that is all of creation) inside of the God doll be what they appear to be (that is, separate and different from God) or would they be made of the same substance?
And if your mind can stand it contemplate this possibility. There is only separation within our story, within out little self that has been created by us, the who and what we think we are. Contemplate who and what it is that contemplates and who and what notices variations. Drop the story. What’s left?

