Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Thursday, August 16, 2012

By "The All" i mean the author of everything and all life.


120815 14:48 women powerful

The All is more apparent in the poor than the rich; equally so with women than men. By "The All" i mean the author of everything and all life. 

Recently, during a medical crisis, I was triple teamed by three of the most powerful women I know in a lifetime filled with woman, men and children. Yet as impressed with their insistence that live I remain essentially ready to go home by which I mean to die as I write and merely leave for a time to return or not. And by this I do not imply that I am The Resurrection but something utterly else or other than any illusions, sentiments, or wishful thinking you might have about Jesus or God about Whom I have no illusions or sentiments none whatsoever . . . guess who invented or created "Tough Love"?

There is a time to be carried, a time to follow, a time to lay faceless in worship and a time to walk beside. Then a time to die. I have yet to receive my marching orders or rules of engagement and as stated, for the nonce, will remain ready to die at the first opportunity to leave a bewildered assassin to mull the lesson in forgiveness I leave behind. 

Of the three inordinately powerful women, two are medical doctors and one a psychologist. The latter I love outrageously but knowing we are solitaries understand that we can seed more sullen rain clouds of rage with love separately. 

And we, my friends, are in a typhoon of rage instigated by the fearful who rule our lives. They have exhausted their source of pleasure and have no more toys or victims. Should they kill the earth finally extinguishing our species, some will remain to reap their reward while others, most of us, will go elsewhere and begin again this experiment in Love . . . to me Heaven is just another classroom. 

If not now, when? 

Will we stand up and be counted as equal participants in the course of our collective lives?

My thesis is well known amongst those who deal with power. It would be foolish to overthrow what is extant with more fools filled with fear driving competitively to destroy everything all over again. If we did nothing more than elevate women to equality it would be enough for a while and by chance a beginning of a new order of governance in this world of sorrow.

If you know nothing of your personal divinity then how do you expect to recognize Jesus, either descending from a cloud of radium glowing flashing lights -- an entertainment -- or when he asks for a dollar to buy breakfast? Otherwise should he descend on New Years Eve Times Square New York, New York with the glitter ball? Who would keep the crowd from eating Him alive?

We are lemmings ruled by more fearful lemmings than we. Their game is power; our's is life and love.

I would like to leave this merry-go-round with just one who finds the love within themselves to love others; as so many have I've seen with the grace of love in their faces to go forward. . . .Like any one of the three women mentioned above.

© 2012 by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved

"I have no objection to any person’s religion, be it what it may, so long as that person does not kill or insult any other person, because that other person don’t believe it also. But when a man’s religion becomes really frantic; when it is a positive torment to him; and, in fine, makes this earth of ours an uncomfortable inn to lodge in; then I think it high time to take that individual aside and argue the point with him."  --in Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

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