Sunday, July 16, 2017

A thought about a painting

While reading this morning… I thought:
Compared to the process of creation, the course of restoration is far more difficult. God has had to walk a path of tribulation many times more difficult. God has been working through history to provide a ladder for human beings, who fell into the realm devoid of the Principle, and pull them up. (CSG - 42-277, 1971.03.27)

I imaging an artist wanting to represent the bold red words (above) through a painting. Then, the thought of not wanting to do that came to my mind, because the image on the painting would have become an icon for people to worship and their own imagination, or more like, their own thought process development would be stunted by the painting created.  We don’t need to think when we have someone who already has is done and represented on the physical plane (like a painting).  Then I thought of the Islamic faith that does not permit any religious painting.  It suddenly made sense to me.  Why, would that be right.  One, as I said above, once an image is presented to you of a thought then it stops us (humanity) from thinking further.  Two, it creates a vehicle for bigotry and crime in the name of the faith (just like many Christians did in the past and Islamic faith individuals are doing today).
Originally written: November 4, 2016

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Perfection is a Moving Target

  • I am perfect when, as a newborn, I cry for attention and think only of myself.
  • I am perfect when, at six years old, I write on the wall with my new crayons and run in a mud puddle with my new shoes.
  • I am perfect when, at sixteen years old, I want to change the world, cry out for peace and freedom, and challenge the authorities.
  • I am perfect when, at twenty-six years old, I seek for long-term companionship, look for stability in my new job, try to understand the world around me, and make efforts to belong.
  • I am perfect when, at thirty-six years old, I volunteer as coach for the middle school Girls softball team, I camp out with my son and his boy-scout group, I donate blood occasionally. When I try to be the best I can be, seeking God guidance every day. When I obey the good laws, and involve myself in trying to change what I feel are inadequate or bad laws.
  • I am perfect when, at forty-six years old, I cry within my soul for the suffering of humankind, I have no hate in my heart for evil, but I hope that even It, someday will feel love and compassion.
  • I am old today; I have no fear of death. I did my best and helped the world to be a better place. I thank God for His constant presence, His patience, and His love. I dream of a peaceful word and seek to help it from the world I am about to reach. I am perfect.

Anne-Marie Mylar 6/16/2002
 PS: "I" does not mean “me, the author” it refers to any individual who is seeking to reach the ultimate embodiment of God’s nature.

No one can know if I am perfect

No one can know if I am perfect, I am the only one who can tell.  Today I am in tune with my conscience.  I have no conflict inside myself.  I can sense the presence of God and heavenly spirits around me.  I am not as perfect as I will be tomorrow but today I am just fine.  I will make mistakes today, possibly.  But, that is not because of a selfish heart or lack of wanting to serve someone else, it will, simply be because it is today.  Tomorrow I will not make that mistake.  I will have grown one more day.