Creation is constantly showing us its secrets, in order to gradually lead us to integrate ourselves into the Creative Mystery.
In our searches, Providence offers us exceptional occasions, unique situations... often camouflaged by ordinary events.
And, as a consequence, we often miss the opportunity; the opportunity to assume a singularity... special for us and for the whole environment.
The Prayerful Call, in the sense that each one of us comes from the Love of the Creator Mystery, calls us to pay attention to our everyday life.
Any attitude of control and security in our activities can become a habit, stagnation and a blockage.
'Senti-mentalisms' must be vibrant, open and willing...
And this is how we introduce innovations and novelties into our passing.
This is how we erase time, and make ourselves "now!”, "now!”, "now!”.
Events, seen from the point of view of power, seek to maintain us focused on the narrowest point of the funnel, to keep us in constant obsession, worry and fear.
The Prayerful Call warns us that our position in Creation is in the open infinity of that funnel.
And so, recognising our true position, we can act, be and develop ourselves in the most centred point, with criteria of Universe, with liberating ideas, with attitudes of testimony. Without slavery!
The Prayerful Call tells us, it warns us of this current situation, in which the individual, the personal, the possessive, the dominant, are the "weapons" for living.
And living is not a weapon! It is an expansive vibration that... communicates, that transforms...
Living is alchemy of permanent innovation.
It sets no limits.
It projects itself into... futures. Present futures. Projects!
Anything that can be achieved, loses its value when it is stilled and becomes power.
In contemplating the living, we see the solidarity of communication and the exchange of needs.
In our species, this need is blocked by competition, by the competitiveness of achievement and mastery.
Enveloped in this current, we must be careful... not to fall into the easy trap of justification, which leads to the execution of the vulgar.
Life is a singular and extraordinary exception in the Universe. No, no, we cannot... -no species does, except our own- we cannot bring it into the domain of our wills, as if it were something we created.
Let us not let our intelligence cloud our perspective of where we are in the Universe.
Let us not fall into the dependency that we depend on ourselves.
Our 'interpendence' relates to the whole of Creation. And it does not depend on our positions or actions, although they are necessary to meet needs.
And it has been, and it is common for a message to be "learnt" -in inverted commas-, understood, listened to, but it remains in that space of the theoretical, the limbic -limbo!- and, when it is listened to again, it is thought that I already know it, that I already know it, but... it remains in limbo.
We must configure our limbo and exercise it in our body, in our being, in our expression. And since we took it with words, let's give it back with active words.
Most probably, our conscience, protected by the saying: "from saying to doing, there is a long way to go" -that is, from what is said and what is heard, to exercising it, there is a long way-... this can justify the fact that we hear again and again, in one way or another, our vital project and... when it comes to exercising it, we become dictators of our own egomania.
Living matter so damaged and insulted by man's attitude, demands, from the point of view of Creation, that each being rethinks its position, its disposition, its universal meaning.
The obsession about security leads us to defence and attack.
We can take the example of our planet's position in this Universe, and realise that it is "safe" -in inverted commas- from all the dynamics of Creation, of Universes, and due to strange and mysterious situations, what is called "life" nests here, and it has a... let's call it "protection", a certainty of security... that, in imitating it -"by imitating" it- we should get rid of that obsession of "security", of possession, of certainty... in order to avoid violence.
“Comforts" do not belong to the nomad on a pilgrimage. Comfort that comes from a sedentary lifestyle is akin to clipping a bird's wings... and it ends up believing that it has never flown.
But if we look at our capacity, our cognitive capacities, our consciousness..., sedentariness has been a self-trap to maintain dominance.
Our fantasy, imagination, illusion, illusions... take us far.
We have never been nor are sedentary. We establish places or points of reference on which we transit... and on which we renew their positions.
To the extent that we maintain our fantasy, our imagination, and hope, our sedentary presence is virtual, apparent. And this is how we make from sedentary a pilgrimage of continuous innovations.