We are here… to discover life, to come alive…! We are here to find our path, and, walking it, come into Realness, wholeness. “US-ness.”
Life is calling us. Life wants us, and Life WANTS to LIVE through us. Life wants to infuse mankind with itself so that man can become a fully VIBRANT and ALIVE creature. Softly, like a feather, the breath of life wafts past one’s lips, seductively teasing, tickling, waiting the moment it can enter the vessel and animate with spirit a would-be Divine Being; bringing to Life a half-man who dreams he is living, imagines he’s awake, but fools himself most of all.
The point of life is to leave the curse behind. The point of life is to stop struggling, lay down one’s tension, and just relax. Smile. Do good. Replace faulty neural connections with powerful, life-sustaining action. Weed. Pick up trash. Put one’s attention on BE-ing… Being happy, Feeling hope, Spreading messages that inspire more hope, bring more smiles.
Many of us are told, in deep sincerity, that we must accept an established belief system. We assume the other’s glasses and see what they must see. We make out the same outlines, colors, shapes that they have described. We witness the interplays. Yes, that makes sense… for a while.
But there comes a time… when the colors fade, our eyes seem to be playing tricks on us. Not everything adds up the way it seemed to before. Nah! We shake our head and squint our eyes. Yes, there it is again. Phew! Comfort zone once more. But, sure enough… before too long, our eyes, and now our heart… goes out of focus once again. And again. Panic sets in… the earth trembles under our feet. We clutch around us for stability. Taking a deep breath then, we sigh. This time we dig deeper, clutch tighter, vow stronger than ever. I WILL NOT LET GO!
Yet, finally, we must. To remain where we are, where we’ve been, is to atrophy, to implode. Gingerly, once again, our fingers uncurl from our crutches. We take a tenuous step away from “comfort,” away from parents, indoctrination, security. That first step is followed by another and then another; with each we feel more reckless and rebellious.
Gradually, we adopt another compass, this one not from “shoulds” or outer conditioning, but from within. As we do, our navigational system becomes stronger, more proving of its deserved trust. And we sigh, relaxing further into a sense of abandon that feels tenuous yet more real, more honoring than anything the 3-D world has yet offered. Then, we catch a glimpse of the Real. Beyond tangible. Beyond sight. Beyond any physical sense. We begin to see glimpses of something more. Glimmers of light. Sparkles where there were shadows before. Gradually a new scene superimposes itself atop the former, and… we are never the same. We cannot go back. We are seeing with new eyes. Feeling a sense of aliveness that we had only imagined with our former lens.
We realize that…
All religions, philosophies, even sciences… cannot be KNOWN. They can be believed, accepted, experimented upon. Sure, they can be felt. Indeed, they can add up, even make sense for a while. But, when we humbly acknowledge that what we had felt before, as warm, as pulsating, as real as it had felt… that very same sense was experienced by another, with different skin and contrary beliefs. That Holiest of Spirits, of wonder, of security…. “They” gave their life for that feeling, too, yet they had experienced those sacred feelings while utilizing their opposing belief. And not just one “other,” but another, and another, and another…. Many have felt just as committed and convinced that their glasses, their way of seeing the world, was the true “knowing.”
How can contrasting belief systems all provide the sincere believer with the same scintillating sensations of rightness and chosen-ness? How can the opposing force be “paid” the exact salary as me? Are they, really, JUST as “special” as “I” am? Am I not the only “Beloved Son”?
Is there actually an “opposing force”? Or, like clapping, does life require two hands to make a difference? Opposite points of view to learn from and with? Perhaps my “brother,” biological, known, or not… perhaps my “brother,” is really ME with different history. Perhaps he is I having traversed a different path.
We realize that Tenderness is the religion for me. Non-judgment feels better. Kindness makes more sense than anything. Allowance. Patience. As I touch softly, gently, slowly… as I look deeply, completely, from another’s perspective… THAT is *Knowing*! THAT is bearing testimony. THAT is Life!
As we honor the other’s viewpoint, the other’s needs, their wants, as if they are our own, THAT is Living. THAT is pure religion. THAT makes the doer, the receiver, and the observer all feel Good. Together. That Good is the real God. That sigh of connection brings the intake of life, the breath that animates, creates, moves to further action.
We realize that we… our own individual, specific self… may not benefit from the Good that we do, but… our children’s children’s children benefit.
The plant lives the best it can. It invests oxygen into the environment to feed man and the animals who eventually die and feed its great grandchildren.
My exhale is my gift of happiness. I smile, I do, I hug. My happiness offering might not benefit me in my lifetime… but it will bless my great grandchildren. No one may view or upvote what I write. But, like Johnny Appleseed, I will plant my idea seeds because I must. I will. It is programmed within me. And someone somewhere sometime will receive some benefit from the fruit of my idea-seed and that just might make a difference in his thoughts, how he responds to his neighbor, how that neighbor treats his child, how that child interacts with his friend….
I will go about actively, quietly, gently, doing Good, planting idea-seeds of kindness. Of hope.
I will feel good, and with each recycled outbreath, each keystroke I make, each word I speak, I will regenerate this earth, enlivening all of creation, until the very last creature breathes in… the breath of life… and we all become Real. Alive. Vibrant. Whole.
Only Real lasts. Truth, being “things as they were, as they are, and as they are to come,” is the only Real. Religions cannot be real. They come, they go, they adulterate. They are restored. They degenerate. They war with each other, obliterating the gentle Truth deep inside, the Truth that used to be, that wants to be, that will be.
Smiles last. Gentleness is the bread cast upon the waters that comes back to you again. Goodness bears fruit. Her progeny is the children, the ideas, the gestures that are everlasting. Good is Truth. Beauty. Grace. Life.
Regardless the initial path, all journeys lead to a mutual home. A singular family. A shared common sense of peace and sociality. Some roads are far more direct. Others cost many lifetimes. All, eventually, provide reunion with kindred loved-ones. Eternal loved-ones who embrace the stragglers with eyes of compassion.
And so, “What is the purpose of life”? To L.O.V.E. To find one’s Self by losing one’s self to L.O.V.E. to the goodness and rightness of humanity. And so I sing: “I love life, and I want to live… to drink of life’s pleasures and give all I can give!”
I’m going to keep giving My gift to humanity.
THIS is the point of life, of my life. This is the seed, the essence of why I am here.
In my pursuit of Real Truth, I have given up everything. Crawling through the “eye of the needle,” I have learned the *mysteries* and am now giving my life to assist YOU to dis-cover Who *YOU* really are, along with your unique gift to offer humanity. As you learn to seek (in the right place and with purified intent), you WILL find treasures of lasting value, along with every promised reward. Together, we will establish a society of humane beings and live life ALIVE, on PURPOSE, and with a sociality unequaled… because we will each BE and view each other as equally and profoundly DIVINE! Please… catch this Hope and Vision and join with me.