Blog 2068 – 05.24.2021
Do you know your true status? And I am not taking about rich or poor, sick or well, married, single, or divorced, I am referring to your true status – divine. You are, we all are, by divine right, children of the most high.
I recently read a piece about Alabama schools finally allowing Yoga in their curriculum, but being Bible Belt Alabama schools they would absolutely not be allowing anyone to say Namaste. Namaste means, “I bow to the divinity in you.” Many Christians it seems would rather believe that we are all conceived in inquiry, unworthy sinners, deserving a forever burning hell, but for a few lucking ones plucked from the fire by a seemingly capricious god. This, I believe is a very misguided perception of true divinity that has had many for hundreds of years singing, “Would he devote that sacred head for such a worm as I?” My answer, “No he would not die for a worm and did not.” To think so is not only a great misunderstanding about your own unchangeable status, but that of our older brother and our divine parent, He/She, who sent him to remind us of our status.
As I was writing the above, just now, a few lines from the song, Woodstock, written by Joni Mitchell came to me and I clipped them for my blog picture today. Most of the greatest problems that we experience in this life stem from not knowing Who and Whose we are. “We are stardust we are golden and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden.” We are no matter what we have said or done, children of god, and even all those who mistakenly think themselves gate keepers can also freely bow and say Namaste to one another.
I grew up right smack in the middle of the Bible Belt, Chattanooga, Tennessee, just a shout from Georgia and Alabama, so I mean no disrespect to my longtime near neighbors and literal brother and sister deities. Our status is not diminished even one iota by our not admitting it to ourselves, neither whether it is recognized by others.
In the hustle and bustle of this often mad dash adventure, it is easy to forget Who and Whose we are, but I think Joni captured our true status in the first lines of her Woodstock song:
Your friend, fellow traveler,
Angels Among Us