We’ve all spat our disappointment to God at some point.

“How can God exist when children are dying from starvation and wars are ever-present?” etc. etc….Fair enough, what’s going on?

I reckon God’s done a remarkable job if he/she/they exist. The universe is awe-inspiring and consciousness, I couldn’t dream that up.

For clarity, I view God in an energetic sense, when I say, God, I’m not referring to a bearded, benevolent fella sitting on a cloud, selecting the wheat from the chaff at the pearly gates.

I’m a solid enthusiast of psychedelics, yet I doubt munching my way through a Shaman’s cosmic larder, would give me what’s required to knock up the visionary powers to dream up, something as phenomenal consciousness. I feel sad that God gets the blame for the pain, suffering and misery in this world.

I enjoy shape-shifting for fun, it’s also a powerful way to get out of my habituated perspectives. I’m exploring what it's like to be God, part of me believes we are God-like the seeds in a pomegranate. We are the seeds and the pomegranate needs us seeds to do our bit to continue to replicate and survive our existence. One can’t exist without the other. We need the greater whole and the greater whole need us.

From this perspective, it’s clear we all play a more prominent role in global suffering than we care to admit. We are disconnected rogue…