Christians talk about the peace that surpasses all understanding. What is that worth if it cannot be understood? It’s simply another matter of human weakness or human frailty that we need to be led around like so many sheep or cattle by someone or something that knows better than we will ever know. If I, as a human, am incapable of knowing or understanding this peace, I am already lost and can never know my way or my place in the Universe. I either lack the intellectual capacity to understand or I’ve spent the last 75 years flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water all to the amusement of a god that doesn’t exist.
As my husband and I walked through the desert botanical gardens last night, I knew who I was. I understood my role in the Cosmic scheme. I looked deep into the night and into the plants and magic of what is Mother Nature and the Universe and understood my place. I come from the Cosmos and to the Cosmos I will return. I am a child of the universe. My matter will be expended here, but my energy will not. It will continue on to a new adventure, maybe not soon, but when the time is right, I will return to the natural world again and will recognize those who were near and dear to me before.
On the trail last night, there was a certain place that I really wanted to stop and sit down. I wanted to be still. There was a circle of pulsating ceramic jars with ‘cosmic blue ice’ in each jar. It was absolutely magical. I lingered there just looking around me as Brian walked on down the trail. It was just me and no one else. My vision was completely distorted by the jars, but I was completely at peace. For a few moments, I didn’t want to move. The earth was still. The universe was still and I was at perfect peace with everyone and everything around me. I knew where I was. I knew my place in the space-time continuum. I was exactly where I needed to be. I am on the right path to my own self realization or self discovery with the people I need by my side; those I love who travel parts of this path with me.
One of my Christian friends remarked that she was sorry for me that I would never feel or be able to accept god’s perfect love. I politely assured her not to be sorry. As a Humanist, I am at peace with who I have become. I am not bound by their archaic rules. I asked her to read the ancient myths. They’re all the same. There’s nothing new in Christianity. It’s a religion of borrowed stories. She won’t. She’s blind to the truth. I also explained to her that their gods, angels, demons, intercessors do exist. They’re just not where she thinks they are. They’re here. They have been all along. The concepts of Good and Evil run on a continuum. There is truly evil and absolute good, but most things fall within the shades of grey in between. That’s where the angels, demons and intercessors play. They’re fulfilling a role assigned to them by Nature.
You’ve heard of old souls. Watch for them. Look for the Watchers, the Nephalim that the Abrahamic God tried to destroy; a cover up. They are the sons and daughters of angel/demon/human hybrids tired of the ‘Eternal Conflict’ wanting nothing more than to live in peace. They keep the peace. Look behind people’s eyes and see their angelic or demonic forms. It bubbles just below the surface. Sometimes, you have to deal with both to save innocents. Who do you keep? Who do you throw away to save the rest? How much of your essence or soul is lost in the process?
Your God, Allah, Yahweh or Dios is no longer here. All that are left are its minders. It’s gone off to some other glowing orb in the infinite number of infinite galaxies and planets to create another mess that it cannot, or will not engage or control. It has no will. It has no soul. It simply is. It’s a force of both creation and destruction. Even adding the Eastern Religions, it’s an absolutely boorish claim that should Lord Shiva the Creator (God) or Lord Shiva the Destroyer (Satan) are the one true and only gods. Within Christianity alone, there are 40,000 different aspects of god and each little sect believes that their interpretation is the true word of god. It’s a ridulous supposition that in all of these multiple galaxies that our little planet is the only on which some creator ‘god’ has decided to create a game of life. It’s absurd really.
I know my place in the Universe and accept it readily. The Universe is vast and infinite. It is the cradle of all life. It is the force of all creation. Our sun is but one of billions of suns that has been worshipped throughout time because it brings us light, heat and warmth. One day, just like mine, its cycle will come to a glorious end and its matter and energy will spread across the Cosmos for all to share.
I come from the Void from which all souls (life energy) originates. Once this cycle is over, I’ll return to the Void to await an other cycle, or should my energy be as old as people tell me, I’ll just hang out in the vastness of space for awhile before rejoining humanity.
cazandoconejos 