GOD AND HIS WICKED SENSE OF HUMOR

It came to me once that nothing is original...not to me, not to anybody. Since Adam had his first thought and Eve her first word, nothing has been original to us.

It is, however, how we say our unoriginal words that make them our own...how the words are filtered through our own personality that gives them their individual meaning. To repeat as our own the clever quips of Jon Stewart does not make us a wit...and they never sound as funny falling from our lips as they did coming from his anyway.

There is a spiritual equivalence here that is important to me. My Easwaran daily reader today has a quote by a person I've never heard of, Louis-Claude de Saint-Martin: "All mystics speak the same language, for they come from the same country."

There. That explains how all my spiritual readings have the same message albeit from many different authors. I used to go to a Unity bookstore, and I learned to trust that the book I needed to read would select me. I never had to ponder which one to choose...my hand would reach, and the right book would be there. Which is how I found Eknath Easwaran, of whom I had never heard. His Original Goodness chose me in 1990, and I've read his books ever since, some more than once.

That also explains why fundamentalist teachings miss me. They are not wrong for those they speak to, they just don't air on my channel. My hand has never reached out for one of those books. And I'm sure...vice versa.

That's why live and let live is so important to know, to believe, to live by. That's why there's a choice of chocolate and vanilla ice cream. Neither is bad, we just go with the one we personally prefer...or the one that prefers us.

For the intro to this blog which I began in 2007 or 2008, I wrote, "Nothing is original with me...," yet I never, until this morning, realized the Louis-Claude de Saint-Martin quote, which I've skimmed over for years now.

I'm betting I connect this morning because I have a need right now to connect. See, I'm half ticked at someone who lifted a phrase of mine right off my lips then, when I said it again later, she got huffy...for lifting it from her! Don't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor.

Thank you.