Wednesday, October 23, 2024

Irrelevant

   If you just can't seem to remember, what it was you were thinking about before you started this, you've been side tracked. There seems no rhyme or reason for it. Out of mind long enough, it will be forgotten. Once out of mind doesn't mean gone forever. Words like spirits are eternal. Once written, spoken or thought, though they be out of mind for you, they will never be gone completely. Because, being spiritual they are eternal. There are just two ways to be a part of this world, dead, which is by far the larger part of it, or alive. It's a binary decision you might say, but then again, you might not. None the less, these two conditions though stark, are both natural by their nature.  The difference between life and death may be obvious, as seen from our current perspective, but this is because this is an example of those dimensions we spoke about earlier. If As an entity of this earth, there are but two conditions, two ways, to be on this planet. The first is most probably the largest condition by what naturally exists on this planet. More of what we see like those beautiful mountains and natural wonders are dead, they have no awareness. the somewhat smaller entity by sheer volume is living, life, ourselves, the plants and animals that exist all around us. But all of what is alive now will die eventually. We understand this, and except it as fact. All that lives will suffer the pain and loss of death. We as with all life, come into this world and grow to the maximum of our physical strength and our allotted time. Though it differs as to the person or animal as to when we have reached our natural potential as being as physically active and healthy as possible, from that pinnacle point of development the laws of entropy dictate that it is from that point we begin to die. Whatever age you believe is the point of your maximum physical prowess, it is from that point that, the short time it took to become your best physical self, the dying process begins. Everything that does live in this world will die. All life begins the death process by its aging. Even the mighty trees die, though some live to be hundreds of years old in age, whatever lives in this life, this dimension, will die. Most of, if not all you've read are natural facts of life, and are undisputed. 

  The problem arises as we consider that yes, death exists, and once dead in this dimension, most believe that life ends with physical death. But again, just as the majority of what exists on earth is dead, and that eternally so, most do not understand that for humans, as having been made in God's image, have eternal life offered to them from the same God in whose image we were created. Switching now to the more mundane realities of this our time. We are less than two weeks from a very important election. The choice has never been clearer, but it transcends the immediacy of the politics. Because beyond just the political choices which though more important today than in any time since the Civil War, comes the spiritual realities that we are also casting a vote for. We either vote to strengthen our Republic by choosing our Lord and Savior on which this country was founded, or, we pull the lever for those who will choose to continue to attempt to render the reality of a loving God irrelevant. Vote America, vote as if your life depends on it, because it does.    

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Gravitational Pull

   Isn't it obvious that words are everything and everywhere? You could say with some accuracy that we are a compilation of words. The words which we heard of course, but more importantly, are the words which are of the truth. This is wisdom.

  No one would disagree that we gravitate naturally toward what is true, and cast off what is not. Why hold dear to a lie? In truth there is the light of Life, truth is the way to go, for in truth we find life. Survival is a natural instinct, it has been so from the beginning of each of us. For in our hearts is stamped the foreknowledge that we understand that truth is the essence of life, and that death comes from resistance of acknowledging that at any and all costs. 

 Though certainly a part of the cycle of life, death is the end of of all that is. When there is no sense of self, there is no life. After all, a rock is a rock is a rock.  In the famous final scene of the movie, Quasi Moto, the bell ringer at Notre Dame, has come to the place seemingly completely of no hope or future, and so he chose willingly to be a dead thing, rather than himself alive in this world in which he knew nothing but  cruelty and shame.  Holding onto a concrete gargoyle, he says to the lifeless sculpture, Why was I not made of stone like thee? The hope of life for this deaf and unloved man was far from him, and his feelings of loneliness and absolute worthlessness, led him to consider such a fate as to have never have lived at all. Without any real purpose but of that of playing a fool a for the entertainment of cruel people, left him without a meaningful purpose, something so important for a healthy life. 

 We however naturally gravitate to truth, for in it is life and the secret of the purpose of this existence. But for a life that struggles against the natural pull to the center, are those who unknowingly for most, choose instead, a death devoid of all meaning, a life of lies and the short term gains made possible by accepting what is untrue becomes them. They become fascinated by the shiny baubles so common to this world and so they choose false things and a misguided worship of the gods of this world. And by this decision and because of their defiant ignorance, they choose death over life; and death, as is life, are eternal. And so like the poor bell ringer in the story, they will become like what he longed for, they will become like the rocks. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. The only difference, is that the rocks did not choose eternal nothingness. But they who once were alive, and once understood that life is worth so much more than is death, will  become what they chose while alive in this life and become like the rocks and stones, eternally dead. For a rock is a rock and forever a rock.