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For Goodness Sake...


A thought: Perhaps the creator doesn't use words to speak. Why should it, words are man's way of communicating. We lend far too much importance to ourselves when we imagine otherwise. Our mere thoughts are prayers, and if we imagine the world as a whole and the weight of people's good thoughts compared with that of their bad thoughts, we might begin to see that the words used to form our prayers and the words used in our inner and outer thoughts are canceling one another out.

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A reflection: Methinks it is not prayer, but action that will save humanity.

I would never dream of thinking we've the answers, or that we're as important as we imagine in the larger scheme of things. It's our ego(s) that got us in the mess we find the world in today.

We had to "know". We had to put "words" in the creator's mouth. We had to attempt to push our ideas, our thoughts of who and what and why and when. We continue to do so today. We had to put fear in the populace, not because of the creator's directive(s), but because of our lust for control and power. I don't believe we were ever meant to literally "know" the creator. We were meant to live in goodness. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yes. I believe we're merely meant to live in goodness. Be good to one another, help one another, love one another, remember our literal kinship, cherish our sisters and brothers, our human family. I believe we're meant to appreciate and be in awe of the creator's gift (Eden/Earth/space) to us, meant to love the earth and take care of the original gift. (We are mucking it up terribly.)
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