TO NEVER FORGET: I ALONE IS WE

When our heart is torn asunder, when our brain is mixed-mashed-mush, when common sense says, "Well, the hell with it...there is no hope anyway," that's when changing our mind becomes our only hope. And...uh-oh...that's when we remember that, on our own, we cannot  change our mind.

We look back in longing for the freedom of our chains...back when we didn't know that our favorite poison was not the solution but simply poison. And all our sitting and waiting on the Lord seems  mocking.

My eyes look at the carnage of Charlottesville, the thinking that produced Charlottesville, and I could weep. That's when I  realize, deep down and piercingly, that I alone can fix it. Which quite honestly gave me my first grin of the day...at the misguided one who claimed, "I alone can fix it."

I alone is WE...that is our never-forget button. I alone is WE. 

This is crash and burn...we know because we have experienced it: Our Father looks at the carnage of Charlottesville, understands that thinking, and rejoices at the need that is guiding so many to him for healing. That is the mirror image of God.

We know that to be true, and on days like this, we know that just knowing is a bare first step. We must work together to bring the change that Our Father rejoices over. We must remember that all of us, as One, pulling together toward the God Of Our Own Understanding may look hopeless to the reasoning mind's eye...like a billion people all  pulling in a different direction...but there's the paradox. All pulling each one's own spiritual way, the singular goal being God, can and will bring us to the highest depth of our Soul...as One.

We can no longer quibble about the way the all-inclusive you personally see, think, feel, believe, claiming our way is the better. No. When the goal is to reach a power greater than our self, all roads lead to God, the impersonal love of God.

An exercise I use to help God change my mind: I look at the statue of General Robert E. Lee, and I think that there was a great general...his side lost. I look at the Confederate flag, and I think there is nothing wrong with that flag, but it represents the losing side. I hear "Dixie," and I know it as the theme song of the side that did not win. I do not need hide any of them or hide from any of them. They quite simply represent the losing side in a war, and who's kidding whom?...it is just egoistic to want to glorify the losing side...as in when wrong, never admit it.

They are, however, a part of our American history. They represent the side that lost, so we can look benignly on them and fear them not. It is fear, only fear, that gives them power today.

Fearing them is to attempt to destroy the eyeball evidence of them...which, according to me, is akin to burning books, another harmful albeit useless action. Just like our worst character defect that we cannot kill off, we mentally hug it and kiss it and send it on  to God.

 God alone can and will transmute it, transmute us. Humble us, if you will...turn us away from self, toward the Light.

Thank you.