Many people in this world love the darkness. They love shadows and greed and corruption and evil. They worship money and status and the desire to control others.
We are in a very dark time. How else would such an evil person become the American president?
People who call themselves Christians are often the worst of all. Instead of relying on their own inner compass, exposing themselves before the glaring righteousness of Light, they think they must follow particular rules. Stupid, stupid rules. A rule such as, women cannot speak in church.
This is bullshit.
Many Christians today try to acquire more and more things. They are in darkness and blindness. They want fancier cars. Bigger houses. Investment funds and bank accounts.
Acquiring, acquiring, acquiring. Grasping, needing. They are unsatisfied, lurching shadows whose desires will never be fulfilled.
Instead of giving their money away, they hoard it up. For what? They forget they can die tomorrow.
We think that money is the answer to everything. We think we need it to survive. We forget that where we spend our money is where our energy lies, and it shows what we value in this life. So putting all your money in a bank account and ignoring the homeless or sick man you pass on the street shows you exactly what you care about: yourself. Only yourself.
We do not have to live this way, but those shadows are fierce. They are dependable. They always keep reemerging, like critters in our minds. They say, You are so important. This is what you need. Hold on to this, and hold on to that. Ignore the plight of the needy and the poor—let them take care of themselves.
The shadows convince us that they are telling us truth, but they are only telling us lies.
So stop listening to your head, and to logic, and to practicality. Give it all up. Listen, instead, to your heart. Open it up and face the dark well of fear that resides there. See how deep that shit goes. For a while, you will be disturbed, and you will think that’s all you are: fear, neediness, and desire. More, more, more. You will realize that you’ve been living your life like a ball of pain, burying yourself in the dungeon of your mind.
And that’s why you need to pray.
But what God do you worship? What God is the right one? I’ve prayed to God much of my life, but there are many spirits, and they all want to come. They’re eager for a place to land.
Here’s a novel idea: Pray to the Mother.
Jesus is my brother in Light. He has come before me and he has taken my hand and he has led me forward, on the path to beauty and wholeness. He is like nothing I have ever known. I love him dearly, and have told him he can have my whole life.
But I also know that he, like me, comes from a Great Mother.
There is a Mother and a Father. Not just one.
I am her daughter.