I tried to talk with God but he was too busy writing books. Books that were full of contradictions. He thought that was real funny. When he was not doing that he was busy laughing his ass off watching the countless people who could not make sense of his books and wound up in hell. He got a particular kick out the folks who were sure their faith had saved them, that they had found the one true religion. It was then that I realized he was not God. An Oger such as that is fiction created in our own hellish nightmare. God would save us from that if we would just let it go and let God represent God’s self. If we found the narrow gate of forgiveness and let compassion rule. Kind of like what Jesus said when he sought forgiveness. Not for himself but for the people who humiliated him, tortured him and brutally murdered him. You do not need a book to know how to do that. You just have to do it. It is a way to be that does not recognize the boundary or constraint of any religion.
Michael, The Mystic Tourist ©2012