Life was simple then. There were less distractions. The vices were things we kept in the barn. Sure, sure, there may have been one or two poor souls off the track, openly anyways. I guess people just suffered in silence because we just didn’t talk about some things, it wasn’t polite.
We feared God’s damnation for one. Play it straight kid or they won’t let you in. Remember that?!
I’m here to tell you, it ain’t like that.
Your God. Our God. Our creator. The spark inside of you, the very beat of your heart has only infinite love for you.
God is not a tool. God is not a weapon. God is you. God is me. God is every single one of us.
See here. When you are kind to another you are also being kind to yourself. When you dismiss another, you dismiss yourself. Cruelty. The act of cruelty. The one yielding this dung must really be hurting…
Remember when we hugged every time we met and caught up on the goings on in our lives?
Remember when we used to take turns sitting in our kitchens talking while the percolator brewed?
It is time to bring back things remembered, the good stuff anyways. Don’t be in such a hurry to run off that you forget to appreciate what and who is in front of you.
Channeled message from Dick Van Dyke, 100 years old!