Chapter — The Dream of God
What people call “God” today is not the soul — it is sheer imagination.
Imagination has carved a deity and placed Him somewhere above,
in another realm, in some distant sky, far away from this earth.
We never looked within; instead, we built an image outside and started worshipping it.
People say: “God lives above, in some other world; this world is hell.”
But such statements are not born of experience, only of assumption.
This belief is not truth, it is a patchwork of memory and fear —
a story handed down and labelled as religion.
Religion never proved this story; it only preserved and decorated it.
What was unseen, we placed above; what was difficult, we pushed away.
So that we never have to face the piercing questions within:
“Who am I? Whose is this pain, whose is this joy?”
Yes, an imagined God does bring comfort —
responsibility is reduced, unanswered questions get buried.
But the price of this comfort is the death of inquiry.
And without inquiry, the mind grows dull, the heart dries out.
I say — God is not a resident of some other realm.
God is not the name of a far-off horizon that we painted in thought.
God is the hint of the within — the truth we failed to measure.
Whenever you refuse to face your inner reality,
you choose to believe in an imagined beyond.
This belief — of the masses, of priests, of scriptures —
is all part of the same map.
The map never revealed the path;
it merely sold the drawing of a road.
And now people mistake the drawing for the journey itself.
If this world is hell, then who created hell?
The very one who believes this notion and condemns every joy as a sin.
If God is only an idea of the past, what becomes of the search?
The search is sacred — but past imaginations cannot quench it.
This chapter declares: God is not outside — He is within.
To find truth, one must cut through outer stories,
tear apart the comforts of borrowed faith.
Religion may have its utility, but never accept its final word.
The conclusion is simple:
Let your God be born of direct experience, not of imagination.
And if even today you believe God is above,
first listen to your inner voice —
it might reveal to you what is real.
✧ Poetic Verse ✧
God was never in the skies,
but in the silence where truth lies.
A dream we carved from fear and flame,
yet within, He always came.
✧ Couplets ✧
Saw God only in a dream, woke to find but void.
Truth was dwelling deep within, while outer
tales decoyed.
✍🏻 — 🙏🌸 𝓐𝓰𝔂𝓪T 𝓐𝓰𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓲
