God is not An Unpredictable, Potentially Dangerous, Autocratic SuperSpook

Is the limit of development of God's identity to be
some sort of unpredictable, potentially dangerous, autocratic
SuperSpook?

It has been written,
"No man may look upon the face of God and live."

That sounds like a SuperSpook, to me.

How about another perspective:
that whatever God may be
God is not a he
or a she
although God may pervade
he and she
as the mystery at the deepest unknown essence
of a he or a she.

God is not a person
but God may be perceived to pervade persons
to appear via and through a person
as the person's radiance, the person's light.

The God-light of consciousness pervades all.

God pervades all,
though that may not be noticed
in the distracted involvement with it all
buried in the density of self.

The heart of all, is mystery
the substance of all, even the atoms
and also the continuing appearing of all,
even your own next thought.

The Mystery of it all cannot be denied.
Mystery is ever-present, before all, after all.

But Mystery confounds us
with our inability
to get a fix on it,
deflected, as the same poles of two magnets,
seek to deflect each other aside.

It is that force of deflection
when we persist in facing into the Mystery
that dislodges us from what we know.

Then, our actions communicate the genius of the Mystery, itself.

From Mystery all emerges.

Mystery is Source,
undefined
pervading all that appears defined
as living genius.

The God Myth:

Pushing the swirling memories of existence around
emerging with ever-new genius.
Existence, given momentum by density and the slowness of density to change
creates the appearance of Time,
the movements of things
and the changing of things
from one thing into another.

Density gives substance to, and is, the experience of, things moving.

Things moving creates the appearance of time.

Gazing into Mystery
dissolves us in Mystery,
so that it is said,
"One may not see the face of God
and live."
Rather, our density softens, expands and loosens
so that we change more readily
from one thing into another.

In that sense, no one may see the face of God
and live as (s)he has lived.

Mutation is upon him
who feels attention into the ineffable, deflective, indefinable Fount of Mystery.

Inspiration comes not from self
or the effort of self
or the aspiration of self,
but from the confounding of self
in intentional confrontation with Mystery
present in every moment of creation.

We witness the emergence of "something and everything" from the Mystery.
Everything appears in the medium and language of our lives of action,
Mystery paradoxically embodied in form -- as form --
form being recognizable, because of memory and language.

The resurrection of the being
comes with dissolution in Mystery --
to be transformed (softer and looser)
to be outshined by the Mystery
even as we appear to be mired in and as
a dense, slowly changing form with momentum to endure as we are.

God is not an unpredictable, dangerous, autocratic SuperSpook.
God, if we may say, is the genius of newness, the enlivening of life
and the mysterious power of life, beyond life, itself.

But not a "Him".
Not a "Him,"
but the Mystery of all
that gives rise to all of life
and life more abundantly.

The glory is not "His",
but that of the great Mystery and Source
called The Father.

Not a "father"
nor a Grandfather
or a Grandmother,
or even a rich Uncle.

Therefore, submit all things
before the Mystery
as if as a sacrifice,
so that Mystery may transform all --
not through burning to ashes and drippings
but through transformation and pervasion
by Mystery,
the intuition of  which attracts attention, erotically --
curiosity enticed by Mystery,
Mystery that internally corrects and reforms
shapes and guides 
the living form that we verily are
not by action, but by absorption in its own nature.

Now, if you understand that,
I have this piece of property in Brooklyn --
a bridge, as a matter of fact,
that for the right price . . .

But that's in another universe
another world
another dream.