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If you stop and look, life, in all directions, is mind boggling. From the tiniest bug that can walk upside down on glass to the largest elephant that can communicate through the ground for miles, there is evidence of impeccable design. The smallest cell contains the pattern of the whole body. There are ants that can learn, fish that can fly, and birds that take care of their young. From the smallest photon to the largest sun we can catch a glimpse of a directed energy that is Immortal—a Life Force that is endless.

The evidence is right in front of you, everyday, on any scale that you care to examine. If you bother to look, you cannot help but see things designed and built by a higher consciousness than ours. Everything we design is but a pale imitation of the pre-designed. All our clever contraptions are but a subset of the master set. We are mostly reinventing what has already been invented. A dandelion blowing in the breeze has all the essential ideas in a parachute. Round rocks roll like wheels. A tree has filters and plumbing and solar collectors. There are cameras in eyes and microphones in ears. Science is just now beginning to realize that every cell in a human body is more than just a complete blueprint of the human design, it is a microcomputer.

The smallest insects self-regenerate in a way that moves inexorably towards efficiency. Our machines do not. Even microbes can adapt and survive in constantly changing conditions. Our contraptions do not. It is the multihued light reflecting off intricately ordered molecules that creates the beautiful. All our arts and sciences are but a pale imitation of the endless designs around us.

To be an atheist requires a tremendous leap of blind faith. He must believe in mathematical precision evolving out of randomness and in chaos that produces order. He believes that stupid and mindless actions can, if given enough time, create precise logical order. He must believe this, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary that is everywhere. The atheist will tell you that it is impossible for you to know if God exists. But somehow, he can know that God does not exist. He can know—but you cannot. He must also believe that he and others like him are the highest consciousness that exists. He is left with nothing to worship except himself and everything which is lower than him.

There is a bitterness to the atheist. He got his worldview by seeing all the injustice in this world. He thinks to himself: "Well, if God exists how can he allow all of this suffering?". Yet he fails to realize that most of the suffering is caused by what people do to people. He blames God for a manmade hell. The same people who demand the freedom to do what they please, blame God for the destructive results of people doing what they please. Those who do not attempt to follow a higher law, end up following the lowest.

We are surrounded by intricate, interwoven designs. We can see designs beyond our designs—way beyond our imagination. Everywhere is intention—bounded by limits. How can you see magnificent designs bordering on the miraculous and not believe that they were consciously designed? Can we have designs without a designer? Surely it takes more than blind evolution to create the magnificence that is life. Accidental refinement does not exist. The designer is always a higher form of consciousness than the design.

Everywhere we look we see matter becoming more conscious. All around you, things are rotting, rusting, dissolving—fading in the sun. Older things are constantly being melted down to feed the New, so that it can be reborn—improved. A rock becomes a plant, a plant becomes an animal, and an animal becomes a human. In this way does the lower become the higher and the less conscious continually evolves into a higher consciousness.

If you look at any of the parts of Creation they are imperfect. Only Perfection can be complete and the parts must always be incomplete. Even unfinished Nature has a delicate elegance that could never result merely from evolutionary accidents. There is no evidence of an infinite shadow, yet there appears to be infinite light—a Light that cannot be destroyed. And it is of Conscious Light that we are made of. There can only be one Infinity and one Perfection. That Perfection is a Consciousness that is constantly recreating itself, while pulling us toward a higher center. That higher consciousness has most often been called God.

Copyright, 2004

Michael Roybal