Till We Meet…

Blog 2180 – 10.05.2021

Till We Meet…

I was thinking about the internal conflict that young souls invariably deal with, even older ones especially during the beginning and middle of a new adventure in time and space. It has to do with an imagined struggle between two wills as if there really were ever two wills. As a part of my daily mantra I address this in two phrases that sound biblical but offer an added twist:

“This is the day that the Lord and I have made and we will rejoice in it.”

“May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in my sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.”

You see I have come to recognize that my God, my Lord, and my Redeemer are really just my higher self. The struggle between the need to rely on an invisible higher power and self-reliance is based on the mistaken notion that these are not the same. They are for that higher power is you too and the little you and the big you are in a forever relationship. Discovering that, throughout a million different scenarios is what these adventures in space and time are all about and it is coming to know Who and Whose we are that makes it possible to proclaim ever and always, “I am holy. I am whole.”

We are One with the Universe, the struggle is all about ego, our own creation and would be false god, pretending that we have a choice to be other than Who and Whose we truly are. We are part of the Universal God who allows us to have these dreams so that we may experience everything even our mad dreams of a lives without Him/Her. Now those are indeed a scary dreams, but in the end of each of them we always wake in Father/Mother’s house, safe and in our own room.

You Bible lovers, read again the fourteenth chapter of the book of John where our big brother Jesus spills the beans, pulls back the curtain, and spoiler alert, reveals the ending. “Let not your heart be troubled…”

We used to say in Vietnam as we counted off the days till we got to go home: “I have so many days and a wake up.” A song I learned to sing as a boy says, “Some glad morning when this life is o’re, I’ll fly away…”

Sweet Dreams, see you when we get home, just so many days and a wake up to go.

Your friend, fellow traveler, and little brother,

David White


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