“Tales of the Impending Kingdom”

H,

We are living and dying through our present time and it is unique to only us. The whole sweep of history is probably full of the same human story with the characters changing places and progress being jumbled together with modernization and being none the wiser. There is no longer any eternity in the hearts of men. We are here for the now without regard to the past, unless it is useful, or to the future, unless it can be determined (read: manipulated). We have become prophets of our decline away from the picture of our wholeness in God.

We have left behind the idea that the truth is whole and nothing can be added to it. What we take away from any sort of suffering is that we are doing something wrong and we have to fix it in ourselves. As if God was this malevolent teacher who wants you to live by your own examples and failures. So we invent tithing, offering, seed, oil, fire, crude exorcism and towers of babel who are all just men with high pitch voices and that barrel of nothing called charisma. We invent the concept of the mind as a way into God. We try to bring the head in because the heart has failed and now we have logic as God as if finite reason could grasp infinite deity. We are the graph for one thing trying to understand mathematics as a whole and ponder how it cuts into all other subjects. Or we find subsets for the soul and try to bring up flames from everything under the sacred sun to feel and to know and to feel spiritual. The experience of levity and the buzz of psychedelic uplifts and sign posts become destination and not pathway.  None of these things is inherently wrong. All of this things separate cannot help our experience. The nexus of mind, body and soul is where find God. There is no short cut to this full experience. Every fibre of our being must be all in on it.

We are empty and we fill up at the fountain of deception in so many ways that we mistake the differing offers of sin and hopelessness for novel answers to the same question.

We have to let go.

We have to let go.

The poet still asks:

We will I always feel this way, so empty, so estranged.

The kingdom answers without hesitation:

No, no, no, no, no, no. here, is a better way.

Dear friend, we have always known the better way. It is living it out that is the fullness. It is living it that is being. It is living it in wholeness that is the grapple with our own worst selves.