Life is at first of a very low level—something like bacteria and viruses—tiny bits of life—moss and slime.
I asked, with some edge, “Lord, did You interact in a personal way with moss and slime?”
It is better if you don’t interrupt with questions. Just listen. Questions can come later.
Remember that I am learning all the way. I do not know what the final product may be. Man, as he now exists, is not the final product—only the future will tell us, including Me, that. I feel My way, pulled forward by a felt telos or goal emergent in each step, the way an intellectual project often develops from one insight to another. I am pulling life forward, eliciting the development of its potential, drawing it to more complex forms.
In this process, consciousness is quite a miracle, even from My point of view. I had consciousness before, but I didn’t think of it that way. I just was, and matter was. It was quite startling to see other consciousness develop. Previously (all) consciousness had been coextensive with and hence identical with Me. It did not make sense to think of there being others as well.
