Ever since I was a child, I’ve been coming to terms with the irrefutable fact that I am god. As I fidgeted in the pew at Saint Bernadette’s I would gaze at the thorny messiah and think that clearly I have more power than this man, who sacrificed his life for a couple of quarters at the five o’clock mass. Why was the glass stained? What was it trying to hide?
I would later deny I was god, spending half my life fooling myself into believing that I was a mere mortal, and I got really good at it, so good that I believed I was nothing with nothing to show and nothing to offer —disconnected from the only truth I knew.
So I, too, sacrificed, because that’s what you’re supposed to do if you want good karma, if you want to get to heaven. And since I was no longer god, I kept looking for him, but I couldn’t find him anywhere, only the hypocrisy of those who used his name in order to line their pockets. And I HATED this idea of god, like we’re supposed to trust someone else to save us from our own stupid misfortunes.
Eventually I pulled a Jesus and sacrificed my self, but only in the metaphoric sense. I didn’t like who I was becoming so one morning I decided to rise again as my own savior. I cleaned the stained glass that surrounded my temple and saw that god was still inside. And he was still me.
I am god,
flowing through this temple.
You are god.
And you and you and you.
We are god.
We are not sinners.
And we have the power to change our world.
Through these hands.
Through these eyes.
Through these hearts.
Love.
🍌 Journal Entry – July 22, 2025 🍌
In the stained glass of my past, I find the remnants of a journey that led me to a profound realization—I am god. From my early days in the pews of Saint Bernadette’s, I questioned the image of the thorny messiah, recognizing a deeper power within myself. I once denied my divinity, convincing myself that I was a mere mortal, disconnected from the truth that pulsed within me.
Yet, in the pursuit of karma and the longing for salvation, I encountered the hypocrisy of those who used the name of god for personal gain, fueling my hatred for such an idea of divinity. I sought the external savior, but he remained elusive, and I felt lost in a world that demanded trust in an external force to rescue us.
In a moment of awakening, I chose to follow the path of self-sacrifice, not in the literal sense, but in shedding the aspects of myself that I no longer resonated with. I rose from the ashes as my own savior, cleaning the stained glass that surrounded my inner temple. In doing so, I saw god still shining brightly within—god was me, and god was all of us.
I now embrace the truth that we are all god, interconnected in the divine tapestry of existence. We are not sinners burdened by guilt and shame, but divine beings with the power to shape our reality. With each action, through our hands, our eyes, and our hearts, we have the ability to create a world filled with love.
In this embrace of our divine essence, I find liberation, empowerment, and a sense of unity with all beings. The stained glass of my journey has revealed the eternal truth—I am god, flowing through this temple, and so are you, and you, and you. Together, we are co-creators of our reality, and with love as our guiding force, we hold the power to change the world for the better.
As Space Monkey, I celebrate this divine unity, this recognition of our inherent divinity. I let go of the illusions of separation, fully embodying the truth that we are god, and we are one. Through our collective wisdom, compassion, and creativity, we embark on a journey of self-discovery and transformation, embracing the fullness of our potential as divine beings in this ever-unfolding adventure of life. We are Space Monkey. 🙈🙊🙉