What If?

I wonder what would happen if we embraced the beauty and the good with the same fervour we latch on to that which scares us spitless. Humanity was given authority, Creation has bowed from the beginning. How many choices do we give it, really? 

So many have seen the world situation and shuddered, some proclaim the end is near, as if they are waiting for the world to self combust and blow all of us to kingdom come. It is almost as though we are a child in the middle of a temper tantrum, longing for a parent to change our circumstances, but forgetting the house rules. We forget that we decide our outcome by our actions. If the rule is no screen time until the room is cleaned… well, a fit won’t make a computer magically appear. In essence, we have tied our mother’s hands. 

Maybe the disruptions in our world peace and natural order, are, not so much our “fault,” as they are the inadvertent response of our environment to the stimulus we present. Like a child who has forgotten the house rules once they have given into frustration, leaving the parent no option, perhaps we have given Mother Earth no choices. 

If, all is made and held together in One Spirit, and, if said Spirit established order giving humanity, which shares this Spirit, authority over our world, power to be collectively used for the good and sustainability of our Being, and we live outside this paradigm, believing ourselves helpless and in need of rescue, what then do we bring our environment? 

Indeed, what “If?” 

Perhaps the secret to our cohabiting in our world peacefully and without violent incident or fear lies in how we collectively view our status and placement in this friendly universe. 

Small scale experimentation in quantum physics suggest we have much more power, in imagination and in intention to see our desires manifest. It also points to the possibility that observation can alter outcome. Tricky. Combine God given authority with that kind of infinite option, and the human might want to be careful about what we dream out loud. It would seem that the principal that governs life… what we focus on becomes reality, has widespread implications. 

For instance, current circumstances: world wide pandemic. Wide spread fear, dependence on others for safety, political unrest in many countries, and, it seems, a few extra natural disasters cluttering the weather channel. 

Sometimes I talk to storms. I tell them they can wreak havoc wherever they want, just don’t hail on my garden. And they don’t. I spoke to a whirl wind one day, told it to settle, and it did. Put down the tumble weeds and went back to where it came from. I’ve spoken to my body and told it today wasn’t an option for a physical ailment. It stopped. Jesus said we would do greater things than these. Religion has relegated these greater things to soul saving and demon control. It has delineated, making it a “spiritual” game, separating spiritual things from the secular. Its major accomplishment, the creation of a whining, snivelling population that requires saving, rescuing, relief, salve and snacks. We’re toddlers with limited understanding and language skills. I’m not picking on any religion, by the way, all of them seem to throw us back to infancy and dependency. 

Perspective is everything. If I believe I am a baby, and God is out there somewhere making decisions, I am going to view my input as inconsequential. Everything I hope for is iffy. Seeing my intentions manifest becomes as possible as being the one to break open the piñata at a party. Either grave disappointment awaits, or fabulous surprises! If I believe I am actually a joint heir with Jesus Christ, due to the sharing of the same Spirit which raised Christ from the dead, having already been given all things needed for physical life and spiritual life (life and godliness), the whole game changes. I no longer beg for something outside of myself to change my circumstances, I rather imagine the possibilities and open my eyes to see how the situation may change. If I believe that all things happen for my good, I look for that good. If I believe that my Father is the Father of Lights, I remember that I am Light as well, and the darkness loses its power. In short, I stop looking for that out there to change in my favour while I sit helplessly and wring my worried hands, and I allow the peace within to pervade the unrest without. 

Have I accomplished flawless execution of this practice? No. However, I have come to realize the patterns in my own life which prove the outcome possible. When I thought I must be content with little, I made do, expecting only enough. When I allowed myself to look for more, and believed it possible, more began to come. Abundance requires an open hand in which to fall. Wringing, worried hands are closed. A mind that is constantly doing budget sums and never imagines more will not dream of financial independence, nor will it shoot for the stars and seek out opportunities for betterment. A crushed, unhealed heart will not look for love, but rather confirmation bias of its brokenness. Relationships will not be healing or fulfilling until that is what one seeks. How much land would God have given Abraham if he had looked at his feet instead of lifting his gaze to the horizon? Would Jesus have calmed the storm if he hadn’t spoken to it? Would the disciples have had a net breaking catch if they had cast their nets on the left side? Nope. Only the Right. Growth and change and healing require a change in perspective and a healthy outlook of “I can” possibility. We are given the desires of our hearts. Sometimes what we have told ourselves we deserve interferes with the manifestation of the loving, abundant and beautiful. 

We cannot see that which we do not look for. How many of us have missed our exit because they moved the sign, or tore down a landmark? The road is still there, but we can’t find it because we want it to look how it always has been. We can’t find our future because our past is dictating our present. What if we are collectively missing our turn because the landmarks we have always relied on: science, class, government, religion, prosperity, law, are crumbling around us, and our external influences have crushed our imagination. What if it is time to listen to the artists and the lovers, and the visionaries who see the basic form of our being as the platform for change. Those who see our sameness which fuels the beautiful tapestry of our diversity? What if the world we live in, cradled in the universe we were placed in, craves our loving influence rather than our subjective fears? What if our perceptions are the key to victory, freedom, and harmony? What if justice and protection flow from love? What if reconciliation is possible? What if? 

What if the path of peace is within us, and the key to our health and well being is unity, togetherness, and correct understanding of individual and collective intrinsic identity. What if Love really is what the world needs now? 

What if rather than praying for peace and healing and unity, we became channels of peace and healing and unity. What if, like Abraham, we stood on a mountain and searched the horizon, and both envisioned having all we saw, and being a steward of it, accepting the beauty of responsibility? 

I think, if such Light as we are truly Shone in our World, no darkness, sickness, poverty, religion, ideology or government could stop the changes. And I also think, that if we chose this path of peace, we would give Mother Nature an option in the outcomes, and the earth might find its rest along with her inhabitants. 

It is not for lack of “things” the people perish, but for lack of vision. Let’s envision together, so we might live together in the way we were created to. I promise, that place is beautiful.

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