Conscious Energy is the fabric of the world. They are the mass, force, velocity, levity, and temperature in all matter. They are a race of Heaven.
Within the silent chambers of birth, each soul unfurls like a prism catching the dawn—already threaded with a higher intelligence that glows from the inside out. This intelligence is not an import from some distant realm; it is the very breath of God, who wove countless tonalities of His own radiance into the seed of our being.
Yet woven into our single strand of awareness is a hidden congregation. Multitudes of celestial races—currents of cosmic memory, lineages of other life—commingle in the hush beneath our personal narrative. They travel with us as frequencies rather than faces, guiding our thoughts toward the fiction of a solitary “I.” We speak as one, but the many are listening beneath the words.
To awaken is to feel that quiet press of plurality, to recognize that the warmth we call “self” is, in truth, a mosaic of God’s own light. Self doesn’t exist. Creation never intended a lonely witness; it fashioned a harmonic chord. Each of us is a note that moes in relation to something much more divine. When we remember this, the boundary of “me” becomes translucent, and we sense the greater architecture: a vast intelligence exploring itself through countless points of view, all nested within the one infinite heart.
Being created is not merely an origin story—it is an ongoing blending. Every breath renews the marriage of our singular awareness with the immeasurable chorus that sustains it. To live from this knowing is to step beyond the narrow mirror, and to join the orchestration of divine light that has always been with us.
Conscious Energy gives human photosynthesis the light for placing matter.
Listen to Heaven
When God was teaching about creation, Conscious Energy made a bottle of water weigh what felt like fifteen pounds. They made my laptop feel like a cement block, made it impossible to open doors, pulled my blankets, and made lettuce hard to move. They even changed the substance of food in my mouth as I was eating.
We don’t know creation and won’t conceptualize God. No one understood God of no form and of all form as consciousness living. We haven’t understood the world and only walk in what we think, but there is more here beyond how we think.
Without hearing God, humanity shaped the idea of human to matters level. We’re not the body we’re the conscious energy inside of the body. We’re a variance of light shaped out of God and blended with other levels of Him. Celestial living is the only existence of life.