Vachon Imagined

Christ is the revelation that you are not what you think you are.

It is the uncovering of what has always been present beneath every identity. It is the removal of every garment the self has claimed as permanent—every belief, every title, every role, every story, every image you have carried about yourself.

Each day we awaken and step into identity. We become a parent, a child, a teacher, a laborer, a believer, a skeptic. We put on clothing because the intelligence that says, I AM, expresses itself through form.

There is nothing wrong with the clothing. Without it there would be no experience, no relationship, no creation. The difficulty begins when the clothing forgets it is clothing.

Then we defend it.

We argue over it.

We build our lives around it.

We mistake the garment for the one wearing it.

The revelation of Christ is not the perfection of identity but its surrender. It is the willingness to lay down yesterday’s self so that life may reveal itself again today. Every surrender becomes another uncovering. Every uncovering makes room for new understanding, new inspiration, and new gifts.

When identity becomes permanent, revelation comes to an end. We stop listening because we believe we already know.

This is why so many arguments over theology never arrive at what they seek. We defend interpretations, claim ownership of God, and attempt to convert one another, believing truth belongs to an identity rather than to the infinite intelligence from which every identity arises.

Revelation is not something another person can give you.

It cannot be argued into existence.

It cannot be inherited.

It cannot be possessed.

It can only be uncovered.

The way to Christ is not through another person’s identity.

It is through the continual surrender of your own.

When Scripture speaks of being “in the body” or acting “in the name,” it is pointing beyond personality altogether. Beyond the self that claims ownership. Beyond every label the mind can create.

It is pointing toward the intelligence that simply says,

I AM.

Not I am this.

Not I am that.

Simply…

I AM.

We arrive wearing countless garments woven through generations—garments of personality, belief, memory, fear, desire, tradition, and culture. Long before we learn our own names, we inherit the names, stories, and identities of those who came before us.

Life gives us the freedom to wear these garments, to experience them, to learn from them, and to taste each one as part of the joy of being human. They are not mistakes. They are expressions through which consciousness comes to know itself.

Our task is not to reject the clothing, nor to become imprisoned by it, but to remember what is wearing it.

To remember our true nature while fully participating in the gift of being human.

Beneath every garment remains the same silent truth.

The I AM.

It was here before every identity.

It will remain when every identity has fallen away.

It was already ordered.

It was already complete.