Please enjoy the following special guest blog (and photo) by my dear friend and author, Scott Lindberg
I asked God
“What is your name? I want to be sure to get it right.”
To my surprise, an Angel came, leaned her head on my shoulder and spoke this into my ear.
“You are still seeking to define the undefinable, territorialize the boundarylessness, stamp your approval rating on the invisible. You have great confusion because you think that I speak the languages of your world. But to put my beauty and radiance to word or paper would certainly diminish its loveliness and luminosity. I think I know Humanity’s language and John Hancock, but it comes to me in light signatures.
You see, I and my Angelic children with a mere thought, created a billion planets, quite similar to yours. Sneezed out galaxies. Had a pillow fight and feathered out Universes all in a day of childlike joy and play.
Could powers of such magnitude have a form? Male and female-ness is something of human origin for I Am what they call quite androgynous.
Oh my, we are certainly much more than that.
I can take on any form I choose. Why do you insist I must look like you, talk like you, think like you? Your arrogance precedes you silly.
Since the beginning of time man has created God in their own image.
I think you got it “outside in” and backwards.
What do sad people have in common? They have built a shrine to gender, to words, dogma, rules and creeds. Insisted on setting unattainable goals. Hammering out in stone standards that no one human could ever meet.
What a set up!
They worship the past, miss the present for fear of future. They’ve built walls to keep others out, yet those very walls have become their own prison.
They made a list of all the sins of their neighbors but ran out of ink before they could write their own. They created an eternal torture chamber to threaten those who just simply use different words. They put me in their elaborate Temples and glass Cathedrals, cram me in a box with pretty ribbons and bows. Then place it up on a pedestal to be worshiped.
To die for, to kill for!
I am making Love all day through everything atom, every cell, every flower, every thought you think.
I am seeing the world through your eyes, how about looking at the more beautiful and precious things for a while, like seeing the glory and mastery of my loveliness, my heart, in all others.
Even my very breath is now going in and out of your lungs. And yours mine! Ha! Imagine that!
If we were to make an appearance you would be so starstruck by our energy our beauty that you couldn’t speak. You would be so blinded by our radiance that you couldn’t see. And so confounded by our wisdom and the deepness of our unfathomable Love that you wouldn’t be even able to remember my name. Heck you wouldn’t be able to remember “your” name.
You want to be happy?
Love all unconditionally, no ifs ands or buts. You may express your love to us too we’d like that, it is good to be appreciated!
Oh…and stop being so religious!
It’s unbecoming of you,
…and me!
Scott's book, the Heart Speaks can be found on Amazon
FROM THE SANCTUARY
Excitedly waiting for Mama Nature to spin her green into gold with her autumn magic. Meanwhile, at last rain! That has brought me indoors, in the kitchen experimenting with recipes, converting the guest bedroom into a Breathing Room for offline quiet time or library browsing for friends and finishing my most recent book. Most fun recently…a friend gifted me with a harmonica so now I’m appeasing my childlike musical self while my grandfather (the last person who gave me one of these) is cheering from heaven. Honor your childlike self somehow this week. You won’t be sorry!
Love to all! The unconditional kind.
Comments