Posted by Roberta Grimes • January 24, 2026 • 0 Comment
Understanding Reality
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 about this question anymore. By now, you and I fully understand that consciousness is all there is, and consciousness is all there ever has been and there ever is going to be. We’ll talk more about this 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 inception; 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 happened. In that case, of course, each Beginning must first have been powered just by the force of that Bang alone, whatever that force might have magically been. And 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 nothing.
Although we think we know, because we now exist, that 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 sustain it. As did the thousandth 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 replicate itself. All of this took much more time than any materialist scientist even 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 ignorant capacity to be as much of a clueless fool as any actual materialist scientist who can believe that life might ever have arisen in this blind way, all on its own.
The plain fact is that almost none of what mainstream scientists ever have assumed really makes very much sense at all. The actions of an Original Intelligence are so consistently obvious from the very beginning, in large and in the tiniest ways, and those actions have been so essential, that to assume that no Intelligence ever has acted in this reality is just plain foolish. When scientists who must hold to the notion of no intelligent actor ever attempt to explain how anything could have happened without one, they are rapidly reduced to babbling nonsense. 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. And when materialist scientists attempt to understand consciousness, well, let’s just say that they still don’t understand 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 the whole field of traditional scientific inquiry still remains, where their attempts to understand consciousness are concerned. This is a very 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 said, “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.”
Even in the midst of so much success, our wonderful Max Planck had his sorrows. Despite his fame and all his 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, 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 overwhelming complexity, without a conscious, intelligent Designer guiding its development would have been impossible. You and I saw that yet again when we tried to follow the development of an un-designed universe from its initial Big Bang, and we saw at once how without immediate guidance, the detritus left from the Bang would at once have flopped into nowhere and a mess of nothing.
What you and I have instead, however, following that Bang, is a whole lot of wonderful, to this day! Our reality remains a lot of clearly designed details. For one tiny example, just watching 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 dual systems have to readily coordinate their growth, and then switch over instantly at birth in order for that child to survive. It makes you wonder how that system ever could have gradually, blindly evolved if there were no Designer to carefully plan it. Explain that, all you materialist scientists!
For that matter, explain how such complex and gigantic trees, for another example, 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 all these forest trees, and all the other 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 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 everything around us. All of it is so much fun, and so joyous! Imagine being a bummed-out, 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 materialist ideas are all useless, they never are going to work, 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, 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 lot beside our first house, and when I was very small – the early-childhood grades – I would often go to that lot after school, and a very tall, friendly man in a long blue dress would teach me things. Those were the days when parents were a lot more relaxed, 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 that day, and I recall that I told him I had learned my address. 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 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 until tomorrow, so I could say it to my kindergarten teacher. Lord knows what she ever must have thought!
But of course, tthat 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 the Clay. All our minds are part of that one great Mind, 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 that describe consciousness and how it works, although none is really yet good enough to describe it really fluently. it how none yet that 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 which happens just that easily. You will understand this best when you transition, and you look back easily as you and the loved ones who have come for you are drifting higher. You will glance back at the room you are leaving, and see it all becoming vague and vapory, while before you is dawning the most intensely beautiful, many-colored morning!
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)
