prayer

the infinite being, the everlasting, the great 'i am' speaks english! he also speaks all the other utterances of all other beings. this is an incredible personal relationship that we are able to have with the great 'i am' and also the most important. i must be honest, lately my prayers have been non-existent because i was not sure if my message was being sent across space and in the language of this infinite being. tonight i was presented a beautiful new thought: we are not only in the same kingdom as god... "ye are gods"-jesus... we are down to the same species of god! amazing that i have never given this thought but in the cat family there are many types of cats... bobcats, cougars, lions, and house cats, but they cannot procreate with oneanother, they must procreate with their specific species. the virgin birth of jesus by mary, a common girl, special indeed but by no means any more or less human than any of us was able to procreate with the great 'i am' and their very human child, jesus came to show us how we as children of god can live and what is the best way for us to live... AMAZING... i'm sure i didn't do this justice with the excitement i feel about this very personal holy relationship i am able to have with the everlasting right now... he's here with us... in us.... not 'up there' far far away but here... i feel so comforted and thank you, father for being so compassionate and loving and personal.

I’m sitting in a public park in Denver. I’m not sure if I’m too fond of cities or its inhabitants. People seem to share an aura. The more people there are in a given place, the less amiable they seem to be. The other fault in cities is the omnipresence of death. They seem to ignore the fact that the majority of surroundings replaced the life of this area. In exchange the occasional sanctuary of properly placed, planted and maintained gardens. I’d call it complaining if it weren’t easier the other way.

I’m sitting on the 16th mall street in Denver beside one of the greater jazz sax players I’ve seen. It’s amazing that so many thousands of people can stroll by to the next purchasable pleasure and totally ignore this free pleasure. 5 minutes of compete bliss, the problem isn’t lack of entertainment or things to do, it’s lack of self. Street musicians are like no other. In this complete stillness of structure I finally found the spark of city life. And I sit with 2 others who understand that there is nothing right about this man living a moment of agony able to bring so much good. I’ve lost sight completely of what everyone is desperately trying to achieve. How much simpler and happier could life be?

why do we all try so desperately to be like someone else? to fit in? to be someone we are not? to feel sane or normal?

time is one thing we have but often we do not take the time to know ourselves, to love ourselves for who we are. if we look far enough back into time we would find there is an ancient place where we fit perfectly into. a culture all its own, unique, and different from every other.

it seems it was meant to be that way...god was not looking for one supreme culture or race or principality to connect with (that is why he destroyed the tower of babel)... he is looking for individuals, different people with different ideas to connect with.

i guess if i traced my ancestry back far enough i might realize that i was a part of a tribe that had characteristics that seep out through my pores and my actions occasionally today. everyone has a tribe, a culture but it has been lost to the desires of greed and lust for stuff... from the babylonians to the roman empire to us today believing our way is the only way when in actuality there are meant to be millions of different ways. we don't know what living is when we are expecting to find life in money and fame, articles of clothing, conquest, and football games. we experience life when we experience our true self...

and that is what i am working on