Wednesday, November 2, 2016
I'm trying
I'm trying to believe
Against almost all standards of belief
That God is always there for me
200% of the time (infinitesimally really)
Like Jesus
Buddha
Joan of Arc
Mother Teresa (as much as she could; we all make some mistakes). She's One of the closest things we have to angels on earth or saints (as the Catholics call the best of them supposedly).
But it is hard
I can see why so few succeed at that
It is a moment by moment push up a hill rolling a boulder straight up it
And then holding on for dear life in the way down
And all the while trying to maintain your heart and mind open
Trying to take it all in
To love the grand experience of it all
No matter what the situation
No matter how big or how small
No matter in what capacity
Full throttle
Or broken up a little
Or a lot
To license it all
The same
All of it
To trust it is meant just excusively for you
That you can transcend it all
And get to heaven
Heaven in every moment
And heaven in every hell
That God is here with you
To uplift you
At every moment
Up until even your last breath
God is there to take you home
And home
Is where we all want to be
Desperately long to be
And that home
Is right in our hearts
We carry it with us
How much easier is that?
How much better can that get?
We carry unconditional never-ending supplies of love
Right in here
And as long as that heart beats you can see it here on earth
And after it stops beating
You meet up with the original and complete version in heaven
Consider earth a combination of like a 10.0 version of heaven mixed up with Sims
You can be in heaven
Happy as can be
Or you can be in misery
The great thing about my version
The version I interpret from my God
Is that we can have that full upgraded version happiness
That experience that we will get to be as close as heaven as possible
Whenever we want
As long as we chose to believe
Would you rather live 10 minutes of heaven
Or ten years of hell?
I'll ask you again on your deathbed and we can revisit that one again and you will maybe much more clearly see things. Most old people see things pretty clearly except for that deep sense of fear (poor things). At what age, if ever, is one allowed to lose that? NEVER! Society isn't built to support your happiness. It's built to support your fears. The media. School. A lot of it is propaganda and I wish we all stopped playing along. If you just stop. Listen. Truly listen to people's stories. You'd see. Deep down. We are all the same. Longing for love. Longing to be deeply understood. Wanting community. Wanting to be loved AND to love (even more important probably).
Against almost all standards of belief
That God is always there for me
200% of the time (infinitesimally really)
Like Jesus
Buddha
Joan of Arc
Mother Teresa (as much as she could; we all make some mistakes). She's One of the closest things we have to angels on earth or saints (as the Catholics call the best of them supposedly).
But it is hard
I can see why so few succeed at that
It is a moment by moment push up a hill rolling a boulder straight up it
And then holding on for dear life in the way down
And all the while trying to maintain your heart and mind open
Trying to take it all in
To love the grand experience of it all
No matter what the situation
No matter how big or how small
No matter in what capacity
Full throttle
Or broken up a little
Or a lot
To license it all
The same
All of it
To trust it is meant just excusively for you
That you can transcend it all
And get to heaven
Heaven in every moment
And heaven in every hell
That God is here with you
To uplift you
At every moment
Up until even your last breath
God is there to take you home
And home
Is where we all want to be
Desperately long to be
And that home
Is right in our hearts
We carry it with us
How much easier is that?
How much better can that get?
We carry unconditional never-ending supplies of love
Right in here
And as long as that heart beats you can see it here on earth
And after it stops beating
You meet up with the original and complete version in heaven
Consider earth a combination of like a 10.0 version of heaven mixed up with Sims
You can be in heaven
Happy as can be
Or you can be in misery
The great thing about my version
The version I interpret from my God
Is that we can have that full upgraded version happiness
That experience that we will get to be as close as heaven as possible
Whenever we want
As long as we chose to believe
Would you rather live 10 minutes of heaven
Or ten years of hell?
I'll ask you again on your deathbed and we can revisit that one again and you will maybe much more clearly see things. Most old people see things pretty clearly except for that deep sense of fear (poor things). At what age, if ever, is one allowed to lose that? NEVER! Society isn't built to support your happiness. It's built to support your fears. The media. School. A lot of it is propaganda and I wish we all stopped playing along. If you just stop. Listen. Truly listen to people's stories. You'd see. Deep down. We are all the same. Longing for love. Longing to be deeply understood. Wanting community. Wanting to be loved AND to love (even more important probably).
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