A New Prayer

Sometimes the right words just come to you, like this prayer came to me.

Holy Father, Holy Mother, Holy Spirit, Holy Son. In perfect love and perfect trust, together we are one. (Insert a prayerful request and repeat).

THOUGHT POLICE

What would Jesus do in a time like this? He would support the underdog, the common people. He would fight with us against the censorship, the attack on life and the sacred union between a man and a woman. He would fight against the fear-mongering in the media. He would urge us not to blindly react to whatever awful events we’re shown. He would fight division and help us unite again as a people.

He would be totally against cancel culture. He would rally us to celebrate our commonality, not hate our neighbors because they wave a flag that you personally don’t like. This isn’t about you folks! That is the great blunder of this era; complete and utter individualism at all cost. And guess what, it’s costing us a lot. I would even argue it’s costing our beautiful America it’s soul.

WWJD in the times of Black Lives Matter?

Jesus was a rabble-rouser, a muck-raker, the Johnny Cash of the Jews, enlightened by the East and fueled by injustice, avarice and hypocrisy.

In this day and age of Black Lives Matter and Covid-19, Jesus wouldn’t have enough fingers to point out all the distorted pieces that have twisted and mutated over the last 200 years. No dirty laundry would be safe from Jesus waving it in the air for all to see.

The message would be that everyone has aspects of their behavior, prospectives and dogmas that need improving, like the letters written to the heads of the Churches in the Book of Revelations…”this I still have against you…”

So if you really want to be a spectacular human being and a cream of the crop Christian ask yourself, “What would Jesus say in his letter to ME?” And if you’re really brazen try to step into Jesus’s shoes and actually write the letter. Maybe you can do this exercise with a trusted group of friends or church members. Perhaps like a Christ-Mass Yankee swap. Draw names and air out dirty laundry!

Only the Good die young

I have become my father. Quite figuratively. I spend nearly all of my time out of doors. He was always on his porch. Sitting on a bench carved by his deceased best friend. There he would sip his coffee and listen to the local rock n’ roll radio station. Or be listing to the Beatles, The White Album for the 1008th time and singing along. Come noon a satisfying crack, busting open the sweet bliss of the goddess of hops. And he would sip and sing, sip and read the newspaper, sip and pet his dogs, and sip and stare off into the forest, his eyes engaged in a projector reel of his own life somewhere in space between the trees. Many deep sighs came from that bench, and shaking heads of disbelief. He chooses to stay in the forest. Away from the world he no longer understands. I have be come my father.

What are you waiting for?

There is a reality, a frequency, a perspective, a belief, and a promise waiting just underneath your subconscious. Heaven on Earth. We already live in the Garden.

But we’ve forgotten that the Creator already gave us everything we need.

This might sound fantastical, but it’s true: the return of the Christ is waiting for you, and me, all of us. The Kingdom of Heaven is already here on Earth, but we don’t allow it to become. We don’t allow Christ to come. All will only come to pass once we have prepared the way.

The Devil is in the details.

There is a great bamboozle, a giant wool woven from farmed, steroid pumped, hormone juiced lambs, dyed in Technicolor pixels being shoved in front of all of our eyes. Look here! You could have this! Look there! Wow, I could have that?! How much money do I need so I can have that?

Materialism has become a giant Hydra blocking the pure, golden love and light of God. You chop off one head and two more grow back, more advanced and fantastic than the last. There is no weapon that can kill it. The only thing you can do is turn your back on the Beast and walk away. Walk out of the cities and into the Wilderness where God’s Good Green Earth is waiting for you. Everything you need is already there. I know you can’t see it from where you are standing, but I promise you it is there.

I know, because I walked out and found it a year ago. The peace and the vibrancy and the beauty and the rythym and the natural magic is all here waiting for you.

Stop watching TV. Stop buying things to entertain and sooth yourself because your soul feels empty. Save your money so that you can walk out on Consumer Slavery. The true slavery that we are all born into. Walk out on our toxic culture and breathe the free air of the country, of eagles soaring and magnificent sunsets, fresh corn and the chirping of a hundred birds, the life-nourishing beauty of the forest. The bounty of the natural world. It’s all waiting for you. A life of blessed simplicity and goodness, costing only the unsatisfying life you’re living now.

Ask me how and I will guide you. I say to you truly, the Kingdom can only come once we have made the space in our hearts and minds and daily routines for it to come. Heaven on Earth is waiting on you.