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Something powerful watches over and protects me in love and caring. What that is depends on who you talk to and what they believe. I call that Force, My Guides, because there is more to Them than my mind can assign to one entity.
My Guides give me answers I need to protect my existence and maintain my direction. I asked for guidance for a dear friend… and was told “That is not Our job, it does not threaten your existence.”
“My existence is moot without purpose…” I replied, “What am I doing here?”
“You have chosen to be a Stormchaser chasing other humans storms while fleeing from your own. You seek out emotional danger for physical stimulation and try to make it moral for spiritual gratification. We are not concerned. Your pain is merely mental, your existence has no immediate threat, your efforts are noted even if they are unsuccessful… you will abide.”
“Your friends spirits are like a placid lake with a high speed watercraft race continuously in progress. You can watch the race and feel the excitement… as it drains you... or you can focus your effort to try to halt the race within and calm the waters… as it drains you.”
“We give you peace and you long for challenge. We provide solitude and you long for company. We give you protection and you long for danger. We offer you love and you feel a need to find it on your own… you are a currency in the Multiverse, but you are free to spend yourself as you choose.”
“We can’t guide your friends, they have their own guides… and, like you, they ignore them most of the time. You cannot point their way, you can only help them find their own relationship with The All, their own guides… if they trust you.”
“We cannot comment on others fate, we can only protect your existence, not theirs. We cannot protect your emotions… your own lake has its own turmoil.”
“It is all good! You will learn to be a productive spirit by learning to become a valuable human… or not.”
“Success is not always recognized.”
By GreySpirit
While riding my bicycle one day… I felt a wobble…
I fumed a fount of expletives and invectives and blamed everything from God to groundhogs for my plight.
Fortunately, I knew a wise man with a wrench… and soon my bike was wobble free and fun again.
Mr. Bikewrench made me realize that it was actually some of the questionable decisions I had made that caused the problem.
I sheepishly admitted I had ignored some of the laws of God, namely gravity, and some of the laws of groundhogs, namely don’t hit their holes.
The resulting imbalance turned out to be my fault.
While riding my car one day… I felt a wobble…
I fumed a fount of expletives and invectives and blamed everything from God to the Highway Pothole Department.
Fortunately, I knew a wise man with a wrench… and several dollars later my car was wobble free and fun again.
Mr. Carwrench made me realize that it was actually some my own questionable decisions that had caused the problem.
I sheepishly admitted I had ignored some of the laws of God, namely inertia, and some of the laws of the Highway Department, namely don’t hit their holes.
The resulting imbalance turned out to be my fault.
It occurred to me that every time I felt a wobble… it signaled an imbalance… and was usually due to something I did wrong… or did not do right … or did not do at all. I’ve had to rescind all my curses because I have been the one causing the imbalance all along.
While riding my life one day… I felt a wobble…
By Grey
I have known about The All almost all my life.
There was me… and there was all that was not me.
There was all I could see… and all I could not see.
There was all I could be… and all I could not be.
There was all I could understand… and all I could never understand.
There was all I could ever imagine… and all I could never imagine.
But that was still not All …
Many have said God is All… and each describes their All to me.
I know each All of theirs might be… but none of their Alls agree…
And none The All that occurs to me.
Describing is defining limits…
The All has no limits… thus cannot be defined.
All is all you know all to be… and all that you do not.
All includes all that’s pleasant and beautiful… and all that’s not…
All includes all that’s desirable and enjoyable… and all that’s not…
And that’s not All …
I discovered it is not just what I can be…
I discovered there is nothing that is not me or thee…
I am not All but All is all of we.
By: GreySprit
The battlefield lay behind me. I rested against the high rock wall and watched the melee of rage and fear that boiled across the meadows.
I heard a sweet sound… and through a small gap in the wall, I saw a beautiful orchard. The trees were fruited and songbirds warbled through the wood.
A rifleball ricocheted off the wall and struck my armor. It had lost it’s energy and merely cause the steel to clang and vibrate. An explosion nearby toppled me and shrapnel struck hard enough to dent my visor and gauntlets. Again, my armor had protected me.
The gap in the wall was inviting… and I scrambled frantically toward it. My armor stuck in the crack and I was unable to move forward. I wiggled backward enough to doff my helmet and drink in the smell of life on the far side of the wall. I shuddered to recall the smell on the battlefield.
I rolled back and leaned against the rocks. The hole was too small for a warrior in full armor. The battle had dissolved into small groups that would fight until nothing lived within the walls of the field. There would be no victory for either side today.
There was a rhythm to the war that bode certain death… and life was through the hole too small for my armor.
Could I be brave enough to remove my armor in the midst of the battle… or would I hide inside it until the end ?
By Grey Spirit
