So, as I was reviewing my last posting for submission, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “So if the words ‘God’ and ‘Universe’ can be used interchangeably in my conception, why use the word ‘God’ at all?” And the answer is that there are some phenomenon that I’ve witnessed enough to live as established fact that science apparently hasn’t figured out how to measure.
Therefore, if there isn’t an established science behind a principle that I have witnessed regularly, I tend to call that God, since the physical reason has yet to be discovered. Kind of like the discovery of subtle particles in science, like the neutrino, there is a belief in place about what one is looking for because one has experienced evidence to support its existence.
I was first exposed to the notion of “higher consciousness” from a teaching by a psychologist about the Huna conception of how the mind works. The kahunas believed that there were levels to a being’s mind, and that the highest level was super-aware because it interacted with the higher “self” of all other beings. Thus this model suggests that the most subtle parts of our own minds interact with all other minds of the same consistency. And it is this interaction of mind that enables one to make manifest in reality those things that the common individuated consciousness otherwise has no way of knowing how to make happen . . .
Again, since this is a notion of mind too subtle for science yet to have found a way to measure, the reason I can believe in some variation on this is because I’ve seen the outside of me reconfigure to provide what I have asked for inside, often enough to believe in something helping me from outside my immediate understanding of the workings of my life. The idea that some part of my mind that isn’t immediately obvious to me, but connected to the part of my mind that is obvious to me, is connected to all other minds in the same way, makes sense to me. This makes sense to me because some of my dreams seem to have shown me images of what will happen the next day, and I know that that aint coming from the obvious parts of my mind. This makes sense to me because if such a form of mind that isn’t so obvious exists, then at least as my mundane mind interacts with other minds to get things done, it seems natural that that other part of my mind, which is pulling stuff from somewhere that’s not what I usually think of as “me,” might, at least in part, be pulling it from other minds, or perhaps even a mind that is transcendent of linearity and differentiation, which is at least all other minds. Since I can’t see it, and it’s very large, and science hasn’t recorded it to give me something more formal to call it, I call it God.
It’s the interaction between the parts of existence of which I am aware as well as those of which I am not aware; it is the interaction between those things of which I could know about but am for the moment ignorant as well as those things that have yet to be discovered. It is the existence of all reality, since it knows itself well enough to at least exist, which I call God. And I call it God because not only is it so large that the little speck that I am cannot possibly grasp it in full no matter how learned I am, but also it seems to respond with a knowledge of how to get things done even when the convention of human thought fails to point a way. That is to say, even when no human mind can provide me an answer, if my question is sincere, there seems to be a hearing of me that provides an answer in a way better than any human mind could conceive. And that broadens the ability of my mind apparently, and seems to have also for others. And it is that providence unto me, that which provides unto me, when logic does not, that I call God.
It is not merely the substance of the physical universe that I call God. It is also that that substance seems sometimes to respond to me as though it’s substance is mind itself. And the consciousness I experience may be the culmination of the minds of all others. But whatever it is, it seems to be a consciousness much, much bigger than my own.
TTFN

[…] Sometimes a proverbial kick in the teeth is the only way to teach someone a lesson. I’ve spent enough time kicking and being kicked to know, however, that I’d rather God teach that lesson; I just don’t think I’ll ever be qualified to know when the timing would be right for me to meet out such a thing, and I never want such a qualification to exist unto me . . . And for a definition of what I call God: HERE. […]