Three in one, One in three

In the whole is the truth of everything, then there engine room of creation, and then there is creation itself. The abstracted whole is perfectly still and unchanging. Creation itself is continuously vibrant and undulating. And then the engine room of creation connects one to the other. A glorious trinity.
God, soul, person; Father, son, Holy Spirit; and one we go.
And where, exactly, are you? In the alive part, sure. But also in the engine room. And at your core, you are in the abstracted whole. In the end, there is no separation. Welcome to the whole schmoodle.

Being our cake and eating it

We are deeply engaged in the process of reunification; or at least the illusion of the process of reunification. For we are already unified, and within this context we are also engaged in being separate with the blessing of the process of having it our own way. And that is deeply OK.
This is being our cake and eating it. Being separate and together, singing in unison and harmony: one song, for ever and ever. Dancing with life as the orchestra hums. It's all unfolding. And we wouldn't have it any other way.
For in the separation is all the variety one could want. So much choice. And in the unity is all the love one could ever want. So much feeling. And that is the way we are. What a ride!

Your self should know

What to do when you don't know? Ask yourself. Ask who? Ask yourself who you are asking. Ask yourself who you are being. The self is always available. On hand to provide dollops of wisdom. So what are you asking for?
This greatness is beyond your grasp. Actually it is ungraspable. It is in the moment. It is on your shoulder. Behind your ear. In your heart. Ever aware yet flickering into and out of awareness. Take a low breath and notice: can you feel it?
There is no gap there. There is no gap between you and universal consciousness. You do not sit outside its awareness. It was never not there, never not here. It's the simplest thing you could imagine: imagine that.

A bit of a set up

Well, here's the thing. So far as I know, I did not create myself. That makes me part of that-which-has-been-created, rather than the creator or that-which-creates, though on an ongoing basis it feels like I am creating. If I am merely part of that-which-has-been-created, then I have to say I am massively grateful, because this life, well life itself, is frankly amazing; I am beside myself with wonder.
Alternatively, I did create myself, in which case I may have been at this life thing for rather a long time. Do you ever get the feeling that you are going round the block, and round the block again, life after life. In this case, thank you, or whoever I was being for setting this whole thing up. I am beside myself with wonder (again).
And then maybe, both are true, depending on who I think of myself as being, and for that matter having been. Alternatively, we could try to imagine that neither are true. I have not been created and I did not create myself. I am just, well, beyond time. Part of the great dance of life with life. Hush, I hear music.