We are called to pray, to remember, to remember... to remember that we are witnesses of an unusual event: Life.
We are part of a Life Species that inhabits Universes, beyond any understanding or capability we can develop here.
But also here, in this place of the Universe, the Life Species palpitates, human living matter pulsates; and its –so to speak- “job” is to testify to that evidence.
Testify that I am alive!
And, to do so, I must emit my voice, gesticulate my presence, express my conscience, clarify my intentions, show my supportive essence... inevitable, exercise the priorities that guarantee... -that guarantee- enthusiasm, hope, fidelity.
And to the extent that I am and witness my presence, beyond the fingerprint of ID card, the paper...; more, in the evidence...
It is possible... it is possible to pass, in life, through the insignificance of doing. It is possible to go through life, refusing to believe.
But nothing will be in vain.
And although nothing is in vain, remembering our universal essence... promotes us not to lose heart, not to neglect, not to betray.
To be that faithful reflection of a loving-dawn... that inevitably arrives, like the inevitable darkness of dusk.
If we are “testimonial evidences of a Creation”, in our memory of action through pre-existence-existence must be a constant in attitude.
It cannot be left for later. Is perhaps… sunrise delayed? Does it hide when winter comes?
Any constituent element of life bears witness to its presence. And it does so punctually. And it does so according to its capacity.
It is not hidden for later.
And so, the being of humanity usually postpones and postpones its... memories; its heartfelt memories, those that bear witness to what it feels, and it is done with elegance, prudence, beauty, kindness.
Yes. We may be storm and lightning, but we know that we are also rainbows.
Yes. We can be drought and... cracked lands, but we can also flood.
Although we are extreme, we seek balance. That balance in which the Art of Living, the Art of Loving, are staged with sweetness, with tenderness, with smiles.
It holds not bitterness, resentment, or regret.
Yes. In addition to our memory of... the small transit, this prayerful memory of inhabitants of the Universe who testify to the unusual event of living, must be a prism in which we see ourselves reflected.
We could ask ourselves:
How do I witness life? My life?
I am witness to an unusual event in the Universe and... and do not recognise its nature?
Or have I been given resources, such as prayer, to ask myself about my life?:
“What is your life like, exceptional, unique and unrepeatable creature?
What quality of love... do you practice?
What quality of commitment... do your beliefs exercise?
Talk to me! Talk to me!, human life, about your experiences.
Tell me about your smiling life and your hurtful pain.
But, above all, tell me about yourself as a living unit, a latent unit… loaded with resources, full of memories of Universes”.
We are witnesses of an event. And testimonies are urgent to remake, to reconvert ourselves.
The Prayerful Sensation conveys the idea that it is increasingly closer... the testimonial decision to feel what one is and to express what one aspires to.
That feeling of closeness, that life demands -as a supreme entity- to the members of that event, testifying to its presence, their beliefs, that they sincerely express themselves, to abandon appearances...
Let them accommodate their projections...
To devote to their fidelities, with the certainty of illusion, of fantasy...; with their own conviction, and not someone else's!
Yes. To put it another way: the time seems to be approaching when we will be called to account.
At least give back as much as you were given.
Rather, you know you were given... "Hundredfold".
It seems to announce, the Prayer Call, a call for attention to be awakened... and for the response to testimony to be expressed.
And to see oneself giving... a hundred, when we were given one.
For they constituted us, they generated us, they brought us, and they gave us to drink, to eat.
They gave us the speech; they gave us the steps... and they made us discover.
And we learned the letters... and we knew how to read.
And to learn... learning to discover, and to make our experiences a flow... a flow of beauty, discarding the inadequate, the inappropriate, the vulgar, and increasing in the virtuous, the generous, the valuable, in the exceptional...; in the extraordinary...; in living your day-to-day life in an original way, and not staying trapped in “just another day”.
Passing does not wait.
We must be on time, at the station that corresponds to us.
They await us.
They need us and we need them.
The Protection is present. The shelter of care is not neglected.
Fundamental Providence... is not in short supply. Hence our prosperity must be evident.