Jack Spratt

120802 05:21 no soul

I awoke from an ongoing dream interrupted by a need to void several times over. It seemed that God was asking me to write a prayer somewhat akin to The Lord's Prayer set in the context of these end times.

I had many opening lines and quietly began this new next day bewildered . . .

I've never met a soul I could not love and amongst men consider myself most blessed for this seeing of their qualities oblivious to them. I no longer judge anyone as anything but themselves a precious prism of potential and of those who have achieved love and peace I bless and those still in process I engage with humor never leaving any one or another as unworthy of my affections.

Our lives individually begin and end, while in life we are the problem or the solution defined by what we embroil ourselves in. Either a maelstrom or a gyre; one sucking in the other giving out and up drawing the love of all life into the light.

Have no fear of anything especially not death for God is both within us and for us in any and all sorts and conditions. There is no hell greater than the one we're in and heaven is within our grasp in life or death.

My thoughts are no longer conjecture since I embrace my enemy/myself then all others who would embroil me in their struggle with meaning; what life is for, the why, the where, the how, etc? And in their mortal combat with Self attempt to prove their point by annihilating me.

There is no need for revolution since to advocate violence is merely to replicate that which we wish to replace. Do no harm to either yourself or your adversary but love them into loving themselves. Impossible!¿ Of course. But the process begins I/Thou and spreads outward and upward while the alternative sucks the world into a vortex of -- dare I say the word? -- greed. How do I measure the obscenity of greed except by own greed or God. I could argue that my greed is benign while theirs is terminal yet hypocrisy and bigotry are the same regardless of intent.

There is a place for all of us. I have no clue what it looks like since it is a state in my imaginings. It amuses me to acknowledge that the conflicts embroiling our lives will be transplanted and the resolution is not God's job but ours.

Be light and love for all that you are here and now accepting and integrating everything the good, bad and grotesque and we'll have a head start for the place we all go having destroyed this pretty blue marble we once inhabited left forlorn.

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