LIFE

Do you sometimes wonder what we are doing here? Most of us do. You get to my age and you settle on something. It would be a little disconcerting not to have the foggiest notion. I was lucky in that, my professional life, had to do with helping people. I loved the interaction and the thought that I might be helping was a bonus. But still, what was my life plan? Why did I want to be born into this world? How was I to contribute to the evolution of mankind? Sure I had lofty ideas. I always thought that I was here to facilitate the return [or gain] of paradise on Earth. Of course these ideas were not much in my mind until I was past forty. Before that I was busy proving to myself that I could make it in this strange world. Once I knew I could do pretty much what I wanted; what did I want? Well I wanted a sane world to live in and I thought with the right guidance I could help bring it about. And I am sure, with the aid of several billion other people, I can. As time went on, I realized not much could happen- at least in my sphere- until my ego was disengaged. That ego is a tricky thing. First it wants you to pursue recognition; but if you do, it ridicules you. It continually sets you up and then finds suitable punishment.

I live with my five year old grandson, Elijah. I swear he must have been my guru in some past life, because he keeps me humble and yet gives me purpose every day. I never thought that caring for and paying attention to him would be such a significant part of my life. Then what could be more important?

As I mentioned in my last blog, life comes to us everyday. It comes whether you like it or not. Although, we are involved in its creation, we rarely realize that as it is presented to us. Our reaction to the events determines our state of consciousness. Our world reflects back our consciousness. All our judgements soon show themselves. As the light gets stronger, the results of our judgements will come sooner and sooner. Eventually, they will be immediate, if we haven't given up judgement by then.

A certain member of our household got an annoying phone call asking for contributions to a probable phony charity. Since this person was irritated anyway, they flew off the handle at something else of little consequence. Shortly after that, this person stepped on a dog turd in our dining room. {Our dog rarely has an accident} Minutes later the ridiculousness of the situation dawned and amusement followed. If we need to step on a turd to get us back to our peaceful consciousness, we will.

Life continues. We choose to love or not love. We can create our own mini-paradise and share it with all who come. It will grow.

Love and Peace,  Gregg