A Different Story Is Written
Do I do enough for my Spirit Guides? I have wondered about this question. But I think right now I do. Our thoughts matter. We might not think so, so we think we always have to be doing. But we do with thoughts. My thoughts often give me something to say here as I’m constantly thinking about this blog. I don’t sit around asking why there is air, nor are my thoughts about the mundane. Sometimes I wish they were. I am always searching for the meaning of life and living.
Yes, I’ve found it in relationship to friends and family. But lately I have been reading about how those relationships of others so often end in tragedy. My life could have been one of those tragic stories. I’m not sure what would have happened to me if there was not Divine intervention. I’m just not sure. I have wondered about it quite often. But would my life have been just another of those tragic stories? Maybe. I just don’t know.
Did I hate myself enough to have done harm to my family? I can’t answer that question. I simply do not know. Thankfully I never went down that path. But I very easily could have. Maybe I just would have chosen a path of self-destruction. I simply do not know. All I can say is that my path changed. I became a new man. No, my path didn’t bring me wealth as I’ve said so often here, but it gave me a different kind of wealth that isn’t measured in dollars and cents. What I now have is a wealth of the Divine.
Is it enough? I believe it is. The wealthiest in life are those that find love and the poorest find tragedy. I can’t believe the accounts I’ve read of love that turns to tragedy. Too often love turns to a dark hatred of those closest and the self. I read their stories every day. I can’t avoid the stories and wish I could. But while each story is different, they are all the same. Far too often love turns into hate. It’s just too common these days.
I swore after my experience with the Divine my story would be different from the one I was writing prior to my experience. I believed in my story so much so I was willing to live it alone if I had to. It took years to convince others. But I succeeded. And I’m sharing about it here in this blog. It’s the reason for my Spirituality. And my pipe are part of it. Today it is my Peterson Sherlock Holmes pipe with my Carter Hall; and my coffee this morning is BKG Thank you for your time and Peace to each one of you.
Dave
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