The Holy Frame

The Holy Frame

The ego is an invention.  It is a tactical word that sums up the selfish spirit some claim comes over themselves. Billions of people, including everyone who has ever been alive, can understand the idea of the personal ego. It is the yin and yang of the invisible inner construction, from which it eventually identifies "itself" as good or bad within the mind — the "I" is created. At least, this is how, in my own words, I understand how "I" became.

"I" belonged to the family unit initially, which I've learned can be a mixed blessing. "I" was someone unconditionally accepted - it didn't matter how I looked - I am, and always will be, a part of my family through my own "origin story." My parents and grandparents taught me to follow Christ.

I remember learning to read a clock with hands in second grade. The concept of "good timing" emerged in my awareness, which helped me understand that being late is unacceptable. I began to strive to apply "good-timing thinking" to everything I was a part of, and I found that life became more interesting.

In sixth grade, I learned about synchronicity, and I tied my good-timing-thinking to its tail. The act of noticing synchronicities became a "personal appreciation habit." This is because every synchronicity I noticed led my reflections to entwine with something not "ordinary" - I realized that appreciating a synchronous event opened my awareness to include reading energies also considered "spiritual."

Over time, this led to deeper questioning: what exactly am I? The best I have come up with is that I am a holy, photonic being, living an ordinary incarnational life, with the freedom to question everything and write about it. I use my own life as evidence for what I call my mind's "epiphany rationing" here — I say this because I am aware that I, too, am a mixed blessing.

Can you describe how you consciously constructed the viewfinder of your own mind? Because I am describing the Holy Frame "I" have realized I am living.

I gave this incarnation to God, through Christ, when I was a toddler. My life, I have come to understand, is itself a mixed blessing. I am no prophet for God. I am wrapped up in the ego-adventure of writing creative fiction that helps the mind bend in devotional penitence before Christ our Lord, the Living Son/Sun of God the Father (The Absolute, or The ALL).

Be the Holy Inspiration!

God Bless US-ALL!

~ Pranam ~ OM ~ aMEn ~

7/18/26, 4:02 p.m.