I’M NOT A CHILD OF GOD, I AM GOD

Before I speak these words,

Let me be clear—

This is not rebellion.

This is remembrance.

This is not ego reaching for a throne,

It’s amnesia finally breaking.

I was taught to look up,

To kneel,

To shrink my voice so heaven could hear me.

I was taught that divinity was distant,

And I was lucky just to be allowed near it.

But something ancient kept knocking from inside my chest,

Whispering, you were never outside the door.

So if these words unsettle you,

Good.

Truth often feels like that when it wakes us up.

This is not about denying God.

This is about ending the illusion of separation.

Listen—not with fear,

But with memory.

I’m no longer a “Child of God”…

And here’s why that no longer resonates.

I used to say “I’m a Child of God”

But now… that doesn’t feel true anymore. 

Not because I don’t believe in God 

But because the phrase keeps God out there

And keeps me small.

That phrase was born from Bron

Hierarchy, from religion, 

From a time when I didn’t yet know 

That I was never separate from God. 

I no longer see God as something above me,

 watching me, judging me, rescuing me.

I feel God move through me, 

breathing with me, being me.

So I stopped calling myself a child…

And started calling myself what I actually am:

A spark of the infinite, a living current of source

A fractal of all.

I’m not a “Child of God” 

I’m not a sinner, nor will I beg or bow

I’m God, the Christ consciousness, remembering itself.

And remembering heaven and God are not separate 

They are within

There’s only embodiment and love and truth.

I found a deeper version of God,

The one that lives inside me.

I no longer feel like a trapped obedient sheep

And I’m much happier and free

And when you remember that there’s 

No need for begging or bowing no more shame

No more waiting to be saved.

You will finally realize you’re not a sinner not a mistake 

You are gods.

And if this truth scares you,

It’s only because you were trained to be small.

You were taught obedience instead of embodiment,

Confession instead of connection,

Waiting instead of becoming.

But the divine never asked you to beg.

It never asked you to bow.

It only asked you to remember.

This isn’t blasphemy—

It’s liberation.

Because when you stop calling yourself broken,

When you stop calling yourself unworthy,

When you stop waiting for permission to exist fully—

You don’t destroy God…

You finally let God live.

Not above you.

Not outside you.

But as you.

So stand tall in what you are.

Not a mistake.

Not a sinner.

Not a child waiting to be rescued.

A living flame of source,

A conscious spark of the infinite,

God remembering itself—

Through you.

~~~🎶SONG LYRICS🎵~~~

“I’m Not A Child Of God”

Spoken Word Intro:

I searched the skies for something holy,

Not knowing it was breathing through my heart.

This is not pride.

This is coming home.

Verse:

I whispered prayers to something far away

Hoping love would hear me someday

But every tear, every sacred plea

Was echoing back from inside of me

I was told I was broken, born to fall

But I always felt there was more than that call

There’s a light that lives beneath my skin

It’s always been where God begins

Chorus:

I’m not a child left in the dark

I’m the flame, I’m the spark

I am heaven in human form

Love embodied, truth reborn

I’m not a child of God, I’am God 

Verse:

I don’t see judgment looking down

I feel grace when I stand my ground

No throne above, no chains below

Just source alive in flesh and soul

I stopped begging to be made whole

When I remembered—I am the soul

The voice, the breath, the sacred name

God experiencing itself again

Chorus:

I’m not a child left in the dark

I’m the flame, I’m the spark

I am heaven in human form

Love embodied, truth reborn

I’m not a child of God, I’am God 

Bridge:

If I am in love, then love is real

If I am God, then God can feel

Through every wound, through every scar

The divine knows who we are

Spoken Word Outro:

Don’t wait to be saved.

Don’t call yourself a mistake.

And don’t call yourself a sinner because you’re not 

You are not separate, you never were.

This is remembrance—

God, speaking softly,

Through you.