Under the Prayer Sense, human fear is diluted, since the reference in the Creative Mystery becomes fluid, it is felt...
The activity –as the star of life-, the achievements and human consequences are no longer referential. They become an action proper of the nature of beings, without being a reference.
Although, those who take that Creative position as a reference, are equivalences that allow, to those who are not, to find themselves in the path of the permanent Creation.
Perhaps it is too much to say "never", but... it is close. Perhaps it is too much to say: "never" has the being had a full confidence –with some exceptions- in the Mystery of Faith, of Generosity, of Benevolence, of permanent Piety.
Perhaps, feeling small, feeling helpless to get out of his little blue ball, he thought... he thought that everything outside of him was powerful, arrogant and punishing.
He never emanated any awards, no applause, and no joy. That's how the mind has been carved out, under the idea of punishment. And at the same time, separating himself from that creative omnipotence, in search of replacing it with his own activity. Putting himself in the place of something he did not know, but which produced similar effects to those he felt.
Perhaps... this is how the arrogant man appears who destroys what he finds, who has little kindness, and many wars. And a producer of exuberant fears.
And so defenceless generations of people are gestated... under the power of others... of a few other humans, who have supplanted, due to their proposal, due to their threat, what others once interpreted: that Heaven was merciless, punishing, disturbing to life.
And so "defenceless" people were gestated. Defenceless people, who gave themselves up to despair or to self-indulgence. Some went to confrontation.
However, at each level of the defenceless, power contests were also established, to see who had more, possessed more or... who produced more pain. And based on the pain that was produced, that was their worth.
Unbelievable!... that his courage, his strength, and his power is based on the damage he is able to produce.
Most likely that was the model that the human –in his "always" or "almost always"- gestated regarding Creation.
The proposal of Prayer whispers to us... –ayyy!- the idea, the impulse, the desire, the signs...
Heaven seems to be crying out for its goodness! And it seems –more than "seems", it is true- that man, as a species, turns his back on it, because he cannot control it, he cannot dominate it. Because he has already replaced it by himself. Because he has already judged it as dangerous, vengeful, punishing. And, on this basis, the being has created its soulless position, gestating around him –each one in its own way and each one in its own potential- helpless…, defenceless beings!
And each one at his own level –incredibly- lives that duality of feeling punished, persecuted, humiliated, and at the same time, powerful, overbearing, punishing!...
Such a drama!
And by recognizing the power and worth of each one, based on their destructive, inhibiting, coercive, defenceless producing potential, thus, when any of them –with some exceptions- meets with the question of his faith, of his hope, of his relationship with the Mystery, with the mystical, with the Divine, with whatever they want or however they want to call it, he always does it with the fearful profile that something bad has been done; with the profile of deserving punishment.
And certainly –we could say in our human slang- God is perplexed!
"Why do you fear me? Why do you fear me, if I shelter you!? Why do you fear me, if I make you smart? Why do you fear me, if I take care of you? I give you the surprise of living and of dawn, and the charm of falling in love! Why do you fear me!!?".
Something like that we could listen or interpret.
It seems –with few exceptions- that... never? –perhaps not so much- one has been able to interpret, neither to the letter, nor in the spirit of the letter –and what is worse: without letters-, the Creative Condescendence has not been able to be interpreted. And given its greatness, the being has been intimidated. And now, when he begins to pray, he does not call it a "call", but he is the one who prays, who asks, who says. And first come his condolences for sins, asking for mercy in advance.
Would –remembering the Christic breath- would perhaps a father or mother feed their child with a stone or a snake? Would it not be more usual to give them bread... and a caress?
Well, if that is so, amplified towards the infinite –amplified towards the infinite!- they give us, without judging us.
Religions imbued us with sin; they confined us in interpretations of the Divine, under the sense that we were evil. And so the pilgrimage of prayer became painful...
And what is even more striking: to be "worthy of", one had to be a great sufferer, a great mourner! To be "worthy of", he had to be persecuted, mistreated, tortured!... And if he was dead due his faith, even better.
God does not want dead saints!
The gifts of Creation... are there to sanctify the everyday life; to sanctify the greeting, the help, the kiss, the verse, the living together, the doing!...
We could say –without pretending to be so, but to get a little closer to the Prayer Sense-... we could say that Creation, the Divine influence, did not create imperfections. It didn’t create... toys for punishment. It did not create useless puppets. It did not create beings to intimidate them, but to glorify them...
Ahhh!... But, by now, the human procedure has become older, it is already adult, he can already adulterate, change and modify the destiny! Ah, like the Gods.
He no longer needs to consult, he no longer needs to go to the Delphic oracle, he no longer needs to read the mysterious rods or the cards of fortune and misfortune. He no longer needs oracles. He has become an adult. He knows! He knows! He no longer needs references!
He already publishes his works... He doesn't need to be revised! He doesn't need to be looked at! He takes care of "his things", with indifference and rejection of the environment that is not "servile" to him.
He knows everything! Oh!...
But how hard his tears are when he is surprised by the unexpected. And yet he does not rectify. Or else he interprets that he has been punished; not even that he has punished himself.
And oh... oh!, when the being feels self-sufficient, solvent! Oh!, when he feels that he needs nothing and nobody. Oh! How close he is to the fiasco! How close he is to the tragedy!
And with all his power and with all his vanity, he populated the land, and dominated it and conquered it... and filled it with warrens. And when faced with an sneezed, he shut himself up in them, afraid, fearful, and distrustful. He feared for his life. He never bothered to know about it. He was more concerned with dominating it!, taking advantage of it and making the most of it. And now he was worried about losing it! Mean!
A good example of its hidden power: to create the most of the most of the most ever seen, defenceless!
And of course, the most fearful speak of "divine punishment". The most powerful don't speak. They wait for results! They wait for the defenceless to plead and beg for mercy. And the powerful slowly give their solutions, which appear by chance.
Everything remains in the house of human power, except for little old ladies and little old men who have only the path to the temple.
Pathetic, isn't it... Pathetic!
A well-organized scaffold.
Emphasizing, of course, the focused and partial vision, never the amplified vision.
And, yes: to the extent that we recover, exceptionally, the conviction in faith that Creation is magnanimous, generous, indulgent, present in every day life... and seeks the joy and fantasy, the illusion and the loving proceeding...
It hurts –oh!, to say that the Divine hurts, how terrible!-… it hurts to see the daring, the vanity and the pride of the damage that man produces every day in His Name!, replacing Him, because he is already older, because he is independent enough. He has not realized, the being, that the Divine did not seek dependence. Immanence! Turning to his own Creation. He was looking for consensus. Feeling, and to be felt by each one in his own imagination.
It's getting late! Yes, it's getting late, if soon you don't hear... who's calling us. “Who is calling us".
It's getting late, it's getting late if we don't listen who is calling us soon.
It becomes a cross of torment of fear, when it gets late.
It becomes a breath of transparent and joyful verse, when it gets soon.
And in "soon", there is no dominion or power; there is no reason to humiliate the feeling...
There is absolute trust... in what is calling, in the Caller! And thanks to it we feel his nature in our tiny proportion.
And thanks to this the harvest is fertile, the affection is flexible, Love is... infinite.
It is late at times, and at times it is early.
When it is late... beings struggle among their powers and their abandonment.
When it is early, there is no duality. There is no duality. There is Providential Faith.
And in keeping under the Praying Sense, it is always done early.
And it becomes immensely late, when the being feels adult. Very late.
It becomes early...
It's early...
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