Posted: July 7th, 2008 |
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I was on a nine hour drive across the country. About six hours into it, I was sick of the radio, sick of the phone and tired of driving, so I decided to have a conversation with my creator. It may have been road hypnotism or some form of under-stimulated inspiration, but none-the-less, I was in my motorized tee-pee smoking highway fumes and commenced to spiritual enlightenment. Yeah.
Me: Do you want us to move?
Big G: I want you to get ahold of what you have.
Me: I want to move…
Big G: You want a lot of things. A lot of things are coming. Just like I order the cosmos, I order your life.
Me: There are so many times when I lose hope or drive. I have a hard time.
Big G: That’s you, not me.
Me: What about my book? My job? What is happening?
Big G: What has changed? Just you.
Me: It’s hard to see you at work.
Big G: And?
Me: How much longer before I see what I hope for?
Big G: What is time, but a distraction from what is real? You see it now, but it’s not enough. What are you looking for? When is it enough? When do you say, “That’s it! I can take in no more!” Why would you wish for that sad day – when you’ve had enough? Why can’t you take today and see today so that you are empty for what I have tomorrow? What are you waiting for? I’ve promised you a life in me, do you not have that? Now I’m the one with the questions.
…..Me: I feel like so many people in the Bible. Nothing is new to you.
Big G: New is old. Old is new. That’s how it always is. Always ‘now’. Forever ‘now’. Eternal ‘is’. Don’t you find comfort in that?
Me: I’m awed by that and it keeps me from feeling like a drain.
Big G: Not a drain, but part of my downpour. Your questions are asked of me – not of your surroundings. You look to me – and I promise, I’m looking right back. Your mouth is a flood. Your tongue vibrates to my rhythm. I’m keeping time. I’m counting down. I set the pace and you dance before me.