Showing posts with label BOWA: Third Revelation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BOWA: Third Revelation. Show all posts

Sunday, July 23, 2023

First Contact

Last month, it was revealed that a "former intelligence official turned whistleblower has given Congress and the Intelligence Community Inspector General extensive classified information about deeply covert programs that he says possess retrieved intact and partially intact craft of non-human origin." Exciting stuff!

Here's the deeper truth: We have never been alone. Life is abundant on this planet; full of beings whose value and wisdom we constantly fail to appreciate. Only the most arrogant of fools could believe that such a reality is limited to a single rock in this vast universe. We have never, ever been the apex of creation, just the latest in a long line of kings of the hill. And our reign will inevitably end, as did all the others.

Worst-case scenario, we encounter something that sees us as meat to be harvested, pests to be exterminated, or dust to be swept away; call it karmic justice on a cosmic scale. Hopefully, however, we find someone willing to recognize us as family, at least eventually. In any case, the day will dawn, be it tomorrow or in a millennium, when we can no longer deny the strangely glorious totality of our Parent's kingdom.

Perhaps this latest episode will hasten the arrival of that moment, or not. Either way, the choice is clear: Voluntarily renounce our anthropocentric pretensions now, or wait until our heads are forcibly yanked out of the sand later. Choose wisely, for something formidably wonderful longs to embrace you. Exciting stuff indeed!

Sunday, May 2, 2021

Sunday, September 13, 2020

Earth

Never, ever ours,
this little rock
amongst the stars.

Yet still,
we huff and puff,
and stake our claims.

Who arrived first?
Who signed the deed?
Who has the power now?

Not human feet,
nor human hands,
nor even human minds.

How many came before?
And how many shall follow?
All for the mere blink of an eye.

Were they too
arrogant, reckless fools,
with presumptions of mastery?

Did they too
fail to truly comprehend
the grace bequeathed unto them?

Not owners,
just lucky tenants,
of a Landlord most divine.

No, never ours,
O little rock
amongst the stars.

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Holy Demolition

Death and resurrection: The sacred path by which our Parent bestows mercy upon their creation. One thing is destroyed, and something else rises in its place. The extinction of the dinosaurs. The great flood of Noah. Countless plagues, wars, and natural disasters. A dance of destruction and rebirth, over and over again, never to end.

And it does no good to fear one and love the other; they are a package deal. Everything dies: the birds in the sky and the lilies of the field; prey and predators; you, me, and the works of human hands. It all comes tumbling down eventually, to become foundation or fertilizer for the next thing. We have found the mythical phoenix, and it is us!

So what shall rise from our present plague? The politicians and pundits are quick with a prediction, or at least a fantasy. The truth, however, is that we cannot know from this end of the story. Those twists and turns that lie in store for our children are a mystery. And let us be glad, for mercy is ever so delightful when it takes on a surprising form.

Now, none of this absolves us of our duty to love our neighbors as best we can. Yes, life always finds a way, to emerge and to thrive. But it matters whether that happens with our assistance, or in spite of our opposition. Do you strive for the common good, or just your own? Be honest, for our Parent already knows, and so do your siblings.

At the end of the day, divine will is in the open for all to see, leaving us with a choice: Do we accept it and cooperate with its unfolding? Or do we rage against it, living out a pipe dream of human mastery of the universe? Either way, death will come, and resurrection will follow. May your heart come to recognize the wondrous mercy of both.