There's a woman who marries a sailor and he goes out on voyages regularly. Whenever he leaves she goes out to the docks each night and awaits his return. One time he leaves and tells her he'll be back in a week.
A week passes and he doesn't return. Two weeks pass. Months pass, then years. Each day she still goes out to the docks in the evening and looks upon the faces of the sailors returning home even though she has lost all hope at this point.
One day she's at the docks in the evening and her eye catches sight of a particular man. He has a long beard, wrinkles around the eyes, a deep tan from the sun, and as her eyes are tracing his face she recognizes "holy fucking shit that's my husband"
and all at once she's overwhelmed with love, and rage, sadness and wonder. She was already literally looking him in the face, yet there was one instantaneous moment when she recognized the man as her husband. This is us and our relationship with God.
You and God are one and the same, just as the author and all of the characters in the book are one and the same. You are Shiva, and it's out of your infinite free will that you chose to embody yourself in this form. All we need to do is recognize this fact and there are many means to doing so->Anavopaya- the inferior methods involving the physical body>Shaktopaya- medium methods involving the mind>Shambhavopaya- the superior method involving only consciousness itself
Stop cooming and start meditating.