If you play the lotto, here in one of the U.S. areas, for around (approximately) 500 times — on 500 separate occasions, or so — and do not win… you need not automatically assume that the prize money doesn’t exist (and never existed for anyone, ever). It is easy to come to conclusions about things without ever having had deeply explored, without ever having seriously enquired. One might ask, “Well, why doesn’t God, if he exists, help us more… reveal himself to us more?” Of course, the aforementioned question is full of loaded, anthropomorphic assumptions. The natural world is natural because it is not interfered with much; if it was frequently interfered with, it would cease to be natural. Period. The sacred, however, may be what blossoms naturally if one is serious and if perception beyond the distorted occurs. Perhaps the sacred does indirectly reveal itself (somewhat), naturally, through (and “as”) the movements the wise. Perhaps the sacred directly reveals itself to those few who are truly wise. It does not reveal itself by way of mere reactions of the conditioned and indoctrinated. (Many — filled with self-delusion — may think that they are wise and may try propagandizing or selling their version of the sacred to others, but what they are distributing or selling is almost inevitably some form of conditioning, symbols, and methodology that they have absorbed from others.) What is truly sacred cannot merely be directly told or shared in words or writing; it may visit one, and (as was suggested) one may be directly aware of it as it is visiting, but that awareness cannot merely be shared (adequately) in writing or through mere symbolic words. The sacred is too vast and immeasurable to merely be fully shared via limited words and symbols. The sacred, in actuality, may be of tremendous order and integrity; merely projecting images or conclusions about it from a field that consists of conditioning and disorder may have very little value. It is never what can merely be possessed or held. Real love is like that. It is a passion that is like a beautiful spring rain and it dries up if one merely tries to pigeonhole it, propagandize it, or use if for the self alone.
Conjecture has no place here; you either discover something or intelligently investigate (without forming an opinion)… or (as so many do) you “believe that God exists” or “do not believe that God exists.” Belief and disbelief are — despite the protests of many — fundamentally the same thing; with both, opinions, conclusions, and symbolic thinking are involved. Formation of an opinion on incomplete evidence is naive and constrained. Direct, untainted, intelligent observation is another matter, and there are (fortunately) ways to test whether it was indeed legitimate or merely fallacious. Most of us are symbols, measurements, and images about energy; very few of us were ever in communion with the actual, unadulterated, limitless, timeless, immeasurable energy… pure, orderly, and pristine, pouring through one’s empty vessel. That energy has its own intrinsic intelligence beyond the superficial limitations and boundaries of time.