Blog 1902 – 12.09.2020
If I were a lamb…
If I were a lamb…
It is not all that hard to imagine ourselves in other forms wearing other’s shoes. Without using our imaginations thusly it is easy for us to think too much of ourselves and too little of others. Denying our real relationship to everyone and everything we lose sight of a clear idea of who we truly are.
It is so easy to get caught up in the drama and trauma of this time and space jungle and forget that the plan always was to remember eventually Who and Whose we are and to find our way back home.
I continue to believe with many, I think enlightened, others that these adventures are not trials so much as divine larks where we choose to experience over and over again from many new and varied points of view the joy of rediscovery. The traditional view of heaven, peaceful and beautifully as it may seem to some, would soon become rather boring and monotonous to all of us divinely gifted with wonderful imaginations and an innate thirst for new experiences.
If I were a lamb, if I were a Lion, give way to the old poem, “Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief, doctor, lawyer, Indian chief.” Having played and willingly forgotten many previous roles, to enjoy each new one fully, how can we say for sure that we have not seen life already from many other points of view? Is it really so hard to imagine the young or old, the male or female perspective, that of the rich person or poor person? I think not, none of us, if we are honest with ourselves, has such an incredible lack of imagination or empathy. Ego would have us think always “I” when in our hearts the forever echo is “We.” Some of what I believe to be the wisest words ever written go like this, “Seeing as we are encompassed about with so great a crowd of witnesses, let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.” May we enjoy our run our race.
Your friend and fellow traveler,
Amarillo By Morning