A Tale of Ipsum Esse - Part 1
Long before time began, there was a radiant soul named Sue. She lived among countless other souls in a luminous realm called Source, a place woven from warmth, harmony, and divine light. There, every soul shone like a drop of sunlight in an infinite sea of gold.
In Source, no one spoke with words. Instead, all communication flowed through a sacred current called Grace, a living harmony of truth, love, and understanding. Grace was not sound, but being itself made audible. Through it, every soul shared in the consciousness of God, who was both the heart and the horizon of Source.
God was not apart from them. He was the breath that sustained them, the light that formed them, Ipsum Esse, Being Itself. Each soul’s deepest desire was to become more like Him, to embody His fullness through perfect love and perfect knowing.
The Curiosity of the Souls
One day, some of the souls gathered around a table made of starlight and wondered aloud, “What would it be like to know contrast? To feel the texture of experience, joy and sorrow, hope and despair, and thus know the depth of God’s love more completely?”
Sue listened quietly, her light flickering with curiosity. “Perhaps,” she said, “to know the light more deeply, we must walk through the shadow.”
The souls turned their gaze toward God. “We wish to experience,” they said. “To learn through contrast. To live what we know only as theory.”
The Descent into Humanity
God regarded them with infinite compassion. “If you wish to experience, I will grant you the journey of humanity,” He said. “You will take form in time, clothed in forgetfulness. You will know the sweetness of laughter and the bitterness of tears. You will hunger, love, lose, and seek Me in the dark.”
Then He warned them gently, “When you descend, you will forget this light. You will not remember Source. You can continue to communicate with me through Grace if you choose but you will communicate with humanity through Natural Law, the echo of Grace in the human heart. It will whisper truth and justice to you even when your mind forgets Me. I caution you profoundly that you will feel inexplicably uneasy if the graceful laws of Natural Law are violated.
The souls accepted joyfully, even competing for the hardest fates. “Give me the burden of blindness,” said one. “Let me live in prison,” said another. Sue spoke softly, “Let me go where Your voice is most distorted, where the law of the heart has been most forgotten.”
And so it was.
The Silence of Forgetting
When Sue entered her human life, she remembered nothing of Source. She was born into a world where the light of Grace was hidden beneath noise, a place where the language of Natural Law had been broken and twisted. Humans, meant to live by conscience, reason, and love, had begun to rewrite the laws of their hearts. Many called evil good and good evil. Justice became convenience, and truth became opinion.
Where Grace once sang in harmony, human words clashed like weapons. Laws made by man warred against the law written on the soul. As the divine order fractured, confusion and despair spread like shadows across the Earth.
Sue often cried out, “God, why have You forsaken us? Why is there so much suffering, hatred, and lies?” Yet in the stillness between her sobs, a whisper stirred within: “Listen. Beneath the noise, My law still speaks. You were made to know the good, not by decree, but by nature.”
In those moments, Sue remembered a little, not with her mind but with her heart.
The Awakening
Through trials, loss, and fleeting joy, Sue began to see that every act of mercy and every spark of compassion was Grace breaking through the veil. Natural Law was still alive, a bridge between heaven and earth, between memory and forgetting. She realized that every human heart was a fragment of Source longing to remember its origin. Every injustice and violation of that law was not divine wrath but human deafness to Grace.
The Return to Source
At last, when Sue’s earthly heartbeats began to fade, a light appeared around her, warm, familiar, eternal. The veil dissolved. God smiled. “You have heard My whisper even in the storm. It is time to come home.”
Sue’s soul rose from her body like a breath returning to air. All the confusion and sorrow fell away. She remembered Source, remembered Grace, remembered that nothing was ever lost, only hidden, waiting to be found.
As she crossed the threshold, the other souls rushed to greet her. Their light was brighter now, richer for the experience of imperfection. As they joined in song once more, Sue understood:
The experiment of humanity was never punishment but participation in Being, the divine adventure of learning Love of humanity through the language of Natural Law.