Crown Him with many crowns,
the Lamb upon His throne.
Hark! how the heavenly anthem drowns
all music but its own.
Awake, my soul, and sing
of Him who died for thee,
and hail Him as thy matchless King
through all eternity.
Crown Him the Lord of life,
who triumphed o’er the grave,
and rose victorious in the strife
for those He came to save;
His glories now we sing
who died and rose on high,
who died eternal life to bring,
and lives that death may die.
Crown Him the Lord of love;
behold His hands and side,
rich wounds, yet visible above,
in beauty glorified;
no angels in the sky
can fully bear that sight,
but downward bends their burning eye
at mysteries so bright.
– Matthew Bridges (1800-1894), from “Crown Him with Many Crowns” (1851)
There are no two ways to think about this question about design any longer. By now, you and I fully understand that consciousness is all there is, and consciousness is all there ever has been and there ever will be. We’ll talk more about this fact in a moment. But we understand by now that there either is a Designer, an Intelligence that has been active in reality from the long-ago moment of reality’s beginning; or else, there is no original Intelligence that ever has been active in reality at all. In that second case, of course, the only possibility is that literally billions, or perhaps even trillions of blind Beginnings must have burst from out of some imagined material Big Bang, just as materialist scientists still insist is what originally happened. In that second, impossible case, of course, each Beginning must first have been powered just by the force of that Big Bang alone somehow, whatever that first force might have magically been. And the product of each of those forces then blundering off into nowhere, with no guidance at all, as just bits of hot rock, nearly all of which must simply have gradually cooled off somewhere into less than nothing.
Although materialist scientists think they know what happened next, because we now exist. So then, a few of those bits of rock must have been spat out as hot rocks that turned into, what? Stars? Some stars then spun off their own cooling planets, so they then founded galaxies, over eons of time and within voids of mindless space, until eventually, never mind when or how, there came somehow, randomly, a spark of life, kindled somewhere on one of those cooling planets. That first random spark of life died at once, of course, with nothing available to feed it. As did the thousandth random spark of life. That also must have died. And also, we can be sure, pretty likely perhaps the millionth spark of life died off as well; but eventually, somehow, entirely randomly and after probably more eons of time, perhaps a spark of life landed on a bit of tinder, and survived for long enough to burn that tinder. More unthinkable eons must then have passed, and some long-future living cell must have blipped into being, all on its own, with some magical way to create itself as a cell, and then to replicate itself. All of this took much more time than any materialist scientist can imagine, since life had no intelligence at all, and no purpose for doing anything whatsoever. But yet, it must have happened, materialist scientists insist to us, because, look: here you and I somehow magically are! If you can imagine that any of this ever could have happened so far, entirely randomly, without any reason or point to it at all, and without any Intelligent Designer’s guidance, then congratulations! You have the capacity to be as much of a clueless wanderer as any actual materialist scientist has, who can believe that life might conceivably have arisen in this blind way, all on its own, with things like whole complex cells complete with membranes and nuclei magically arising whenever we needed them.
The plain fact is that almost none of what materialist scientists ever have assumed about the origins and growth of the universe really makes sense at all. The actions of an Original Intelligence are so consistently obvious from the very beginning, in large and in the most minute ways, and those actions have been so essential, that to assume that no Intelligence ever has acted in this reality is simply foolish. When any scientist who must hold to the notion of no intelligent actor ever attempts to explain how anything important could have happened without one, he is rapidly reduced to babbling nonsense. Or as a friend of mine jokes, “They’ll say, ‘Just give us one free miracle and we’ll explain the rest.'” They might feel required to assume, for example, an infinite number of universes all randomly developing, and ours just happens to be the one that turned out just this way and then became able to sustain itself. Lots of fudge miracle assumptions in that, of course!
And when materialist scientists attempt to understand consciousness, well, let’s just say that they still don’t understand very much about consciousness at all. As we approach a full century and a quarter after the university departments and the peer-reviewed journals first imposed their nonsensical dogma of materialism on all scientific inquiry, well, believe it or not, pretty deep in the weeds is where the whole field of traditional scientific inquiry still remains, where their attempts to understand consciousness are concerned. This is a pretty thorough summary of just how little traditional science has managed to glean about consciousness in the past more than a century. I urge you to read it all!
Of course, Max Plank, who won the 1918 Nobel Prize in Physics as the father of quantum mechanics, understood the primary role that the underlying Intelligence played in his work. The man was not stupid! In 1931, Max Planck said, “I regard consciousness as fundamental. I regard matter as derivative from consciousness. We cannot get behind consciousness! Everything that we talk about, everything that we regard as existing, postulates consciousness.” Then in 1944, Dr. Planck concluded, “As a man who has devoted his whole life to the most clear-headed science, to the study of matter, I can tell you as a result of my research about atoms this much: There is no matter as such. All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force which brings the particle of an atom to vibration and holds this most minute solar system of the atom together. We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent mind. This mind is the matrix of all matter.”
Exactly right! Yet even in the midst of so much success, our wonderful Dr. Planck still had his sorrows. Despite his fame and all his last-minute pleading, his oldest then-surviving son was executed by the Nazis in 1945 for his part in a failed assassination plot against Adolf Hitler. Indeed, Dr. Planck lived to be 89 years old, and he thereby outlived his first wife and all but one of his five children.
When you and I try to think through the gulf that exists between materialism-obsessed scientists and the plain reality that we perceive around us now, one thing is simply, overwhelmingly true. For this universe to have developed as it has, in all its overwhelmingly stunning complexity, without an intelligent and playful Designer guiding all its amazing development would have been impossible. You and I saw that yet again when we tried to follow the first development of an un-designed universe from its initial Big Bang, and we saw then at once how without immediate guidance, the detritus left from that Big Bang would at once have flopped into nowhere and nothing.
What you and I have instead, however, following what the materialist scientists tell us was a first Big Bang, is a whole lot of wonderful, even to this day! Our reality contains so many obviously designed details. For one tiny example, just watch how each human child as it grows in the womb must have two separate respiratory systems planned, designed, and built into its body from its conception, and those two systems have to readily coordinate their growth, and then switch over instantly at birth to one perfectly working system in order for that child to survive. It makes you wonder how that dual system ever could have gradually, blindly evolved if there were no Designer to carefully plan and build it to instantly flip that way. Explain that, all you materialist scientists!
And explain how such complex and gigantic trees gradually evolved by blind and pointless trial and error, with no Designer at all. I love these delightful short films that explain the amazing, and obviously well and joyously designed complexity of forest trees, and all the other many species that partner with them! In fact, I think that is what I most love about studying the deep and amazing extent to which our reality is so well and joyously designed. All those materialist scientists who insist that our reality simply cannot be designed at all are missing the delight of so much sheer joy! Just look at all the beautiful design-work that you and I can enjoy contemplating, absolutely everywhere, and even in every smallest bit of each natural thing around us. All of it is so much fun, and so joyous! Imagine, if you can, being a bummed-out and utterly joyless materialist scientist, who never will catch the Designer’s wonderful winks at us, the sheer fun built into so many of these designs. And, worse, because those materialists’ ideas are all useless and will end up going nowhere, the materialist scientists are wasting their whole lives in what are dead-end efforts at learning, really, anything about anything at all.
For one simple example, as Max Planck discovered, what we experience as consciousness is indeed primary. And as he first insisted was true, you cannot get behind consciousness! Consciousness is both the sculptor and the clay. I have understood this primary fact about reality ever since the kindly man in the woods beside my early-childhood home first explained it to me. As I have said elsewhere here, there was a lightly-wooded, un-built lot beside our first house, and when I was small – preschool through the early grades – I would often go to that lot after school, and a very tall, friendly man in a long blue robe would teach me things. That was in the long-ago time when parents were a lot more relaxed about supervision, to be sure! And anyway, the man told me that only I could see him. Many years later, in 2015, when my spirit guide, Thomas, eventually came out to me, I knew of course who the friendly man in those long-ago woods had been.
So, the tall man taught me many things when I was small, often building on what I was learning elsewhere. One day he asked me what I had learned in school that day, and I recall that I told him I had learned my address in Sunday School. He asked me to recite it, and when I did, he told me to go beyond just my country, and to recite my whole address, this way: “110 North Street, Grafton, Massachusetts, The United States of America, The Earth, The Solar System. The Universe, The Mind of God.” Wow! I have a vivid memory of walking back around the end of the tall stone wall that separated those lots, trying to keep “the Mind of God” in my head so I could say my whole address to my Sunday School teacher next Sunday just that way. Lord knows what she ever must have thought!
But of course, that tall man was exactly right. Consciousness is all that actually exists. It is the water in which we swim. Consciousness is the Sculptor, and it is also the Clay. All our minds are part of that one great Mind, vibrating at levels higher or lower, either more or less perfectly at the level of the Godhead’s intense and perfect love. There are some pretty good YouTubes now that describe consciousness and how it works, although none is really yet good enough to describe it with the ease that you deserve to see. So, let’s simply understand that all reality is a thought in the Mind of God, and life is an ambient property of consciousness. So you really will first understand consciousness best when you eventually transition. Your death, when it happens, will feel a lot like simply changing TV channels. You will slip from your material body wearing your astral body, and into the arms of your long-dead but more alive than ever loved ones. Your silver cord, which has held your material body to your astral body and kept your material body alive, will break; so your material body at once will die, and your mom and loved ones will urge you to come away with them. You will glance back at the material room that you are leaving now, and you’ll see it all becoming vague and vapory and disappearing, while before you is dawning the most intensely beautiful, solid and many-colored new day!
Crown Him the Lord of years,
the potentate of time,
creator of the rolling spheres,
ineffably sublime.
All hail, Redeemer, hail!
for Thou hast died for me;
Thy praise shall never, never fail,
throughout eternity.
Matthew Bridges (1800-1894), from “Crown Him with Many Crowns” (1851)
(Many photos are from Vecteezy.com)






















































