Tender is the dawn with its brightness, with its new sounds, with its new songs. The greens shine... and change tones. Gentle breeze moves along new paths.
Meanwhile, the being of humanity awakens and enters its vigil. Vigil of Light.
And he wakes up with his worries, with his planning, with his strategies, with his moods…
And it seems to be... just another day, just like any other day.
And it seems that everything is chronic.
And everything goes towards despair, worry, trouble, difficulty.
Humanity has become alien to all living things, by coming to dominate, control and manipulate them... And it takes refuge in its species, as the highest way of the arrogance of his power.
And this one tries to convince the other; the other one tries to dominate someone else; the other establishes fear: the inability that gives to be in the scene of being... the protagonist.
The variables that occur in an ‘umbilicalised’, ‘egolatrised’ species are diverse, and we would say almost infinite... And when there is some movement of harmony, communication, of concern about the environment, it happens, yes, it happens, but most of the time, accompanied by interest, profit, security... and a long etcetera that conditions that interest about that environment, and sprinkles affects it with shyness or fear or arrogance or triumph...
All the enthusiastic biodiversity of the first clarity of the vigil is abolished by the interest and demands of each being.
It may be exaggerated, yes, but... if the being honestly sees himself within the humanity he inhabits, he will not have much difficulty in discovering that he wants this, that and the other; that he rejects this, that and the other; that he likes this or that better; that he enters into a constant duality.
The being -as referable life- has "disconnected" its position with regard to Creation. He has declared himself on the run from the Creator Mystery.
He seeks to find himself... and to demand what he needs, what he requires.
Disabilities, uselessness, difficulties... and that long etcetera to be solved, overwhelm the being. But he overwhelms himself. Because, he, actually, demands to the world to be made as his image and likeness.
And he wants that thing to be green or brown, and he wants that person to sing more or less, and he wants the other to obey, and he wants the other one to be humourless...
Is it exaggerated…? Or is it a constant preoccupation wanting –“to want", eh?- Wanting events to be, and people to be... what everyone thinks they should be.
And the being does not realise that it has been created with some resources, some means, some possibilities; that he has been placed there, in that place, in that community, in that country, in that... special and exceptional position. And it is "exceptional" because there is no other one like it.
The condescension that Creation has towards the created is... UNSURMOUNTABLE.
And to the extent that the being assumes and adapts to its resources, its means, its capabilities... and stops comparing itself and stops demanding, asking and suffering!... because things are not the way he wants them to be, and consequently he ceases to exercise what he is and what he has been created for; to the extent that uniqueness, exceptionality, the extraordinary of each being is recovered, each one will feel in fullness and, before wanting, he will give his gifts, according to his resources.
He will give... under the reference of that Mystery, under the reference that everything is arranged so that balance, harmony, the unpredictable, unexpected, surprising, luck, imagery, fantasy... can be exercised.
This can be very parabolic and very exaggerated, like the position at the beginning but in the opposite direction. But it is there, and at times beings stand out in what they are... and others discover their worth and their need.
It is necessary to insist on the capabilities, momentum and enthusiasm of each individual.
It is necessary to live it with the required humility in order to not aspire to continuous triumph or success or achievement, but to continuously give oneself according to the reference, communicating, accepting, adapting... and thus to evolve in the realisation, without feelings of "wanting"; with the certainty that the Praying Call will be there, IS THERE, present.
And when we demand it for need, it comes to us immediately. And it guides us, even if it is not to our liking.
We are never alone, thanks to our abilities. There is always the Promising, obvious and suggestive Breath.
But it happens that the being becomes obsessed with itself and with what others tell it to be; some people tell you how and others tell you why... and very few reserves themselves in what they are... and accept what the other is.
It is time -urgent!- of the need to fulfil our identities, gestated from the Creator Mystery.
It is time to assume our capabilities, and develop them.
It's time to be honest... without comparisons!
It is the time to discover oneself in uniqueness, exceptionality and what is unique of each being.
It is NOW, is the time....
There is no "after".
It is too late.