There’s No God And: Only That Which Is Not Would Claim a Creator, Reality Could Not

By Albert Alexander

Oneself is very well hidden and one keeps looking for it while all the time you have it. By looking for it, you are denying it. This book is to show one, that all that they are looking for, they already have. They are looking for happiness in what they project. As Omar Khayyam said, it is all a magic lantern show. As I say, it's like a merry-go-round, what goes up must come down and there is in reality no up or down, no in or out, no love lost. You cannot gain love or lose love; love is life itself. All man’s suffering is looking for what he has and resisting what he cannot have.

There is no God, Good, and.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press UK
• Release date: Jan 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9781982282837

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Balboa Press rev. date: 01/13/2021

CONTENTS

Early Writings

Butterfly

Seeing

Competition

Dancing butterfly

Wild flower I

The Giving Fool

Children’s play

Still presence

Stop

No thought

Duality lost

Emptiness with love

Inward eye

Adversity

Lost love

Desire

Mettle

Beyond Time

Merry-go-round

Why complain

People Complaining

God’s Church

Formless

Beauty’s Ruby

Beyond thought

Non-Doing

Harmony

Home

Dancing with angels

My thoughts

A child’s prayer

No mystery

Self-imposed slavery

Still Dancing

Late Night

My Brother

Easter

Stop. Be

Love’s Mark

Mind Expressed

One Heart

‘I’

Awareness

Discriminating

God’s light

Idle

Lady Poverty

Broken

Why Search

What’s love

Home

Beyond Loss and Gain

Humility

Ego

Reality is not a stage

God is Great God is Love

Permanency

I Am

Non-doing

Time travel

False ego

Love

Thought Formed

Non-Duality

Still Being

Purity

Consciousness

Ponderation

Random Inspiration

Some examples of healings

God could not know evil. God does not judge you. God only sees you as Love. Whatever right and wrong you do in this world will come back to you but this world is not real. It’s passed. Anything that passes is not real. God’s love transcends all. The devil is the accuser. As quoted in the Bible, your father (your physical origin) was a murderer and a liar from the beginning. You shall know the Truth and the Truth shall set you free. You are free. You are not the physical body. You are Spirit and are always Holy.

This book is written by an ignorant man. I know

I cannot know anything. The beauty of this is

leaving me more open to everything, in the world

of God. To explain, in God’s world there are no

mathematics, no languages, nothing to multiply.

I, Albert have lost. I have gained. I have experienced great pain. I, Albert knows that all things stay the same. Where there is no loss, no gain or great pain there seems to be death, separation and great pain. Dreadful things happen but you never get rid of all this till you cease to believe in it. Till you stop giving it credulity. There is no separation in love, you cannot lose love or anybody that you love. Love is ever One. That which IS.

Spirit knows none of that. In the false sense of fleshy self, oh you can know all that but you cannot serve two masters. Make up your mind who you will serve, Spirit or matter. Only in a world of flesh could that exist. You have to insist that Good, God, is all love, is All.

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EARLY WRITINGS

Butterfly

Beauty, what is it my God? It burns, is it like the butterfly that I loved and caught as a child and when I held it, it died, and so did I. Is it just like the butterfly to be admired and never to be touched? Ah, now I have it – eat the spirit of the butterfly and you are one with it in its dance.

Seeing

The only thing that I can do for you, is to see you as God sees you. To know you for what you are. One cannot restore perfection.

Competition

I love you because, you are beauty sublime, where all hearts are yours yet yours is mine.

Dancing butterfly

I followed the flight of the dancing butterfly. I could not take my eye, my mind off it. For it always held the wonder of its next move. Then it stopped and stood still. I think it stopped for a look at my amazement and maybe to laugh.

Wild flower I

Who can own the wildflower that grows upon the mountain?

Who can own me, who made me?

I am the owning of that mind and the beauteous expressing such as the wild flower.

Wildflower II

Who can own the wildflower that grows upon the mountain?

Who can own me?

I am the owning, I am the expressing, I am the wild flower.

The Giving Fool

There is a struggle, there is a fight, there will be strife and trouble all of this life. This life is false and will perish at the coming of the light. What the light will reveal, is the nothingness of darkness, pain, terror, tension, night.

Keep your money he was told, be sensible, save and be thrifty, and you will have plenty when you grow old.

You fool he was told; you fool he was told. You give your money away to the child, the beggar, the drunk, the old, to all that ask you, you fool he was told.

He turned on his accuser ‘did you ever see me short, lacking?’ ‘no’, he was told. Lacking as in want are you ever, ‘yes’ he was told and ‘who do you ask?’ ‘you’ he was told. And the accuser still looked bold, not ashamed, disdainful, bitter, and cold.

Looking back now at all my little treasures in heaven, I am glad I did not save ‘til I got old and cold from the lack of giving.

Barren is the man that strives to save his life,

Barren is the man that looks for his ease,

He will never be far from trouble and disease,

Woe to the man that buries the talent,

Woe to the man that gives nothing from his lot,

For giving, for name, family, pride, or prestige given he has not.

A smile given to a beggar for love, is better than gold for fame and renown.

This world will pass away but love’s least thought certainly will not.

The fool is still giving, he has never been short and funny he has not grown old bitter and cold and I wonder why not?

In the heart that is loving and giving scarcity, want, cannot dwell.

And you who are short look to your giving to release you from hell.

There are many forms of giving and many hells all from the lack of giving.

To give means to yield, if you do not yield to God, you cannot give of his love.

You must become receptive, female, and then you will be truth’s expressing.

How precious is the kind word, the truth expressed?

I see people that know the truth but do not express truth’s word by a smile, good humour. They carry a burden that is heavier than a cross, for we all live in hell.

But a smile, a joke, the word of God can make it but not.

Beauty does not come from me but comes to me to be its expressing.

A devil laughed at cannot live.

Children’s play

‘Let’s play’ I said to the child. The child looked and said you’re too old and grey to play with me. I said ‘as you see me so you’ll be’.

‘I’ve got hundreds and hundreds of years before I’m as old as you’

‘No’ I said, ‘I am what I see in you and you are what you see in me. And what you see in me so you will be’

‘ok’, said the child ‘Let’s play’

‘No’ I said, ‘you’re too old and grey’ and skipped away.

Still presence

The shadows of evening fall about me now, though it is but early day. There is a ghost of darkness upon my back and everything seems black, unreal, and ripe for death, or even long pass decayed, forgotten. For what was it all for? The touch of those hands, the soft voice of love, the caring, the sharing of their good. Even in the pain of their despair of not knowing which, what or where, in their hell of life and death they left me with something that I cannot forget, the touch of God’s love. Ah, it is burned its mark upon my heart. I’ve eaten their spirit and we are one.

And in my blackness of pain, life, joy, death, I sense the stillness of this presence with me yet. When people stop healing, the whole will appear.

Stop

When people stop, the unstoppable will appear.

Albert just be, and All will be.

No thought

When thinking is backed by profound awareness found in the stillness of your being, the more inspirational it is and this will appear as profundity of thought but it is certainly not, it is the awareness of what is, being expressed in human thought to a greater or lesser degree and we are moving back out of projections, the imaginations of mortality to the all-inclusive awareness of life eternal.

When I wake up, I will find that all the eons of years that I spent here was just an idea, a thought explored.

Duality lost

There is no up, no down, no in, no out. I cannot be if you my child are out, and you my child could never be if I thy God is not.

I have no need to go back home, for home I have never left. No need to travel, for travel does not exist. For there is no up, no down, no in, no out, or how far. Love is infinite and in infinity there is no up, no down, no in, no out, or how far. There are no bars, no doors, no locks, yet there are many mansions. For, has he not told us so?

Emptiness with love

I lit the flame by the fire of my desire. And breathed praise to my love. And in so doing blew the flame out. By the fire