ALLAH AKBAR...ENOUGH FOR ME

ALLAH AKBAR…ENOUGH FOR ME


An Andrew Ramble



“He is the source of light in all luminous objects.  His is beyond the darkness of matter and is un-manifested.  He is knowledge, He is the object of knowledge, and He is the goal of knowledge.  He is situated in everyone’s heart.”

The Bhagavad Gita – Chapter11, Section 12



“We want magic…We want magic…We want magic!”  Up goes the chant.  Like children waiting to be entertained by some omnipotent clown at a mystical birthday party, we lay down our demands to the Lord.  We read the ancient scriptures with little reverence for the life lessons they offer.  Most of us internalize very few of their themes, but rather choose to revel in the Hocus Pocus and cosmological slight of hand, which may have, but probably did not ever happen.  Even those most devout in their worship of supernatural miracles, has no choice but to admit that in their time, magic has all but abandoned their world and their faith. 


This has happened for a reason.  Put quite simply, we are growing up.  Regardless of how we choose to deal with faith and God, we have advanced too far to continue accepting God’s creations as a child accepts Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny.  Despite this heartbreaking reality to the innocence of our beings, the real miracles of creation and the irrefutable reality of universal synchronicity roll on as we continue to spin through space, on the track of one of Gods real miraculous creations, that being Time Eternal.


In our time, the grand events and the sublime occurrences of antiquity, along with the unusual the unnatural and the grandiose miracles can be reclassified and absorbed into the collective consciousness that perpetually inhabits the landscapes of humanities childhood dreams.  So, I’ll conform to the magic and mysticism of the past and to a great extent accept the 2x2 march of the beasts onto Noah’s 300 cubits by 50-cubit cabin cruiser.  I will visualize the pillar of fire etching the Ten Commandments into the rock face of Mt. Sinai as Moses looked on in awe.  My minds eye will witness the blinded Samson’s destruction of The Temple of Dagon as he “bowed himself with all his might.”  What the heck, I’ll even accept some of the big miracles, Jesus brought forth in his time.  Raising Lazarus was impressive; turning water into wine was symbolic; the loaves and the fishes was charitable and rising from the dead was just old fashioned miraculous.  And these are just skimming the surface of messianic miracle working!

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I love these tales as much as anyone.  Without question, they comfort me; they teach me; they enrich me; and they entertain me.  (Personally, I am the most fond of the Flood Story more than any other in either the Torah or the New Testament.)  However, setting aside the entertainment and allegorical value of scripture, I am once again brought back to the reality of my self in my world, that being my existence as a critically thinking, reasoning adult man.  It is this reality that make it incumbent upon me to stand before and look to God and his infinite miracles utilizing a much wider lens than standard historical or contemporary ideology provides.  Contrary to the critiques of this practice, I feel this is faith’s ultimate and truest endeavor.  Regardless of this belief, the dreamers of such views will always be categorized as Atheists, Heretics, Universalists, Rationalists or Hippies.  There are those who have even referred to me as a Liberal Pinko for my never-ending wondrous view of God’s miracles.


Despite my attempted “wide-lensed view,” I am necessarily limited, being that I am a limited part of an infinite universe, whether I am willing to accept this limitation or not.  Yet I continue to look for and spend my days working to commune with the higher power, the infinite that some call God.  The more I look the more I accept that his creations are, and always will be beyond true universal comprehension, but at the very least, I, as many before me continue to look.  Our views reveal usually subtle variations of The Almighty’s greatest miracles of Creation.  Miracles that never seem to get their divine due from the little creatures God created, as the story goes, from dust and a rib.  To me these big miracles are the creation of Time, Force (both gravitational and electromagnetic) and Matter in all its forms.

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I will spare the reader a long dissertation on the three aforementioned miracles as their explanation and definition, in their truest sense, are beyond my comprehension.  I can only say that I believe, Time, Force and Matter were created and I surely know that they exist, just as I know that I am older today than I was yesterday.  As I know that there is a solid desk under the black and white composition book I am writing this “ramble” on and the fact that if I tilt my chair back any further some invisible force will reach up and land me on my ass.   How are these things made?  How do they perpetuate?  Why do these miracles of existence even exist at all?  These are the “Biggies” and the deeper we dig into the questions of these divine creations, the more ominous and ever-present the answer to the questions of Time, Force and Matter becomes.  I simply have no choice other than to believe that they are along with all the old miracles of the olden days, extensions of Gods will, nothing more, nothing less.  The greatness of The Lord simply abounds.


As I sit back and ponder these “ultimate” miracles, I am struck dumb by an infinitesimally small portion of the greatness of their magnitude.  It’s enormity forces me to take and long deep breath; fully exhale…. then mutter to myself; “God is Great.”

Either I'm getting smaller or.............