Heartened

The whole kit & doodle!

For Kim Kim, for me, and for anyone else who needs to hear this.

This is probably the longest post you’ll ever read from me.  Sit back, grab a cuppa joe, and get ready – I’m going to go out on a major limb, here.  I’m going to discuss my spiritual beliefs within the context of my adoption and my life.  I’m doing this because Kim Kim asked on her blog, “What have you humans done for your adoption healing work?”

I hate not being “in control.”  I hate the idea that my life, my experiences, are somehow left to the whims of fate.  I hate the idea that I am somehow at the mercy of other people’s choices.  Those ideas have never rung true for me.

About 10 years ago, I picked up a book.  I read it, thought about it, liked what it had to say – but quickly forgot about it.  It came back into my life about 4 years ago.  By this time, the author had written more books, and I eagerly devoured them.  It spoke to me so deeply that I ended up working for the global non-profit organization this author had started and for 2 years, I gave freely some 80 hours a week of my time.  I’m still involved with that organization, though I’ve been on a leave of absence while I “dealt with” all this “adoption stuff.” 

What I found in those books was not a belief system.  What I found, instead, was a confirmation of things I already believed.  I found that someone had taken my core beliefs and expanded on them, explored them further and, biggest surprise of all, that there are literally millions of people who believe the same.

These, then, are my core beliefs:

  • We are all one with each other and with God.
  • There is enough.
  • There is nothing we have to do.
  • Ours is not a better way; ours is merely another way.
  • None of us is better than any other of us.
  • Freedom is the essence of life, not something we earn.
  • Love knows no condition or limitation.
  • Joy is our natural state of being.
  • Life is our most sacred trust and our highest value.
  • There is one more which is not spelled out explicitly above, and that is this:  I believe with every fibre of my being that we choose every moment, every experience, every breath of our lives.  I believe this on such a fundamental level, it permeates every aspect of my life. 

    This is a hard belief for most people to accept.  The immediate reaction is, “Who would choose to be raped?  Abused?  Adopted?  Murdered?  Sick with cancer?  Suffering of any kind?  WHO WOULD CHOOSE THIS???”

    The answer is, “I would.” 

    But it is more than that.  The “I” that I refer to does not consciously exist in my head.  It is not an “I” which I can point to and say, “that is the ME who chose this.”  The “I” that I refer to is a piece of ourselves which science doesn’t acknowledge exists, which has no physical space in our bodies we can point to.  The “I” is the Soul. 

    I can’t tell you where my Soul dwells.  I can’t point to a place in my body, a spot on a map.  I can’t draw you a picture.  But I know it exists.  Just as I know that the air I breathe exists, though I cannot see it.  Science can show me how they’ve measured “air,” they can show me their experiments demonstrating “air,” but I am not a scientist.  I cannot measure or demonstrate “air” in all its fullness, all its perfection.  I take it on faith that the next time I expand my lungs to breathe, there will be air there to fill them.  On this I base my trust that air exists. 

    For me, my Soul is equally real.  I trust it exists based on what I’ve observed.  I have observed what I believe to be the moment the Soul leaves the body of loved-ones.  I have even observed what I believe to be a functional human body moving, talking, existing, without the slightest spark of a Soul.  My Soul, like God, may not be visible or measurable by any instruments we know of – but I do not doubt the existence of either.

    I just have a slightly different take on what my Soul (and God) are up to than most of the world does.

    See, I believe that my Soul and the Souls of those I come into contact with during this “life,” have made some agreements.  I believe we agreed to share certain experiences.  Most of those are pretty awesome, fun experiences.  Woo Hoo!  Party time!

    Some of them are not so fun.

    I believe that my Soul chose to experience the thing called “adoption,” the thing called “abuse,” the thing called “rape.”

    I equally believe that my Soul chose to experience the thing called “reunion,” the thing called “motherhood,” and the thing called “true love.”

    I’m just not the type to take credit for the good and shove off blame for the bad.  I “own” both, equally.

    So now the question – why on earth would anyone choose those things??

    Good question.  I have an answer.  (One which works for me, anyway)

    Let me give you a scenario – I want you to consider it for a while:

    You go to the store.  You find a cool video game.  You decide to take it home and play it.  It is a fantasy game filled with sorcerers, monsters, buried treasure, a cool quest, neat characters, pretty scenery and some rather interesting music.  So you pop it into your computer, boot it up, and the game asks you to build a character.  You consider the options – tall or short; black, brown or white; green eyes or blue; sorcerer or rogue; male or female – you get the idea.  The game asks you to assign this character a name.  You call her “Heart.”  The game asks you to give Heart a few skills – you pick fire ball, ice orb, lightning bolt.  The game asks you to pick a quest – you decide that Heart is going to go kill the “big badassed demon from the 4th level of hell.”  Your character is ready, the stage is set, the game has built up the scenery, put the monsters in place and you click “start.”

    You send Heart out of the safety of the encampment and off into the big bad world of the big badassed demon from the 4th level of hell.  Right outside the gate, she finds a pile of gold.  Cool!  She tucks it away to use towards the purchase of better skills.  She walks a few more feet and encounters “minor badassed demon from the 1st level of hell.”  She easily blasts right through him, getting just the tiniest bit banged up in the process.  That’s ok, she stops by the healer and is raring to go.  Meanwhile, you’re sitting in your comfortable lounge chair, sipping a coke, munching on a bag of chips, moving her around this “dangerous world” you’ve created.  Heart goes a few more steps – oops, another badassed demon.  WHUMP!  Heart is killed.  “Damn damn damn” you cuss.  “Shit.  Fuck.  Crap!” you exclaim.  A window pops up on the screen, “GAME OVER – Would you like to play again?”  You click “Yes” and Heart is reborn. 

    Wash, rinse, repeat.

    Finally, after about a dozen attempts, Heart makes it to the “big badassed demon from the 4th level of hell.”  In her previous attempts, she has been burned, beaten, blown up, bitten and otherwise made very very dead.  She has also found some very cool treasure, met some rather interesting people, and generally had a pretty interesting time of it.  You’ve completely enjoyed yourself, too, quickly getting over the disappointment each time Heart “died,” because you know she’s not really dead – it’s just a matter of clicking “Play Again.”

    You had fun experiencing Heart’s journey.  Her quest.  Even when she was getting bitten and blown up – slightly annoying but no big deal in the big scheme of things.  “Play Again.”  And you certainly haven’t been hurt by her being blown up or beheaded. 

    It’s just a game.  You, the player, can’t REALLY be hurt by what goes on inside the game.  You’re controlling it, directing the general path.  The game has some randomness thrown in – assorted monsters where you least expect them, hidden treasure you didn’t know existed.

    It’s just a game – and when you’re done playing, you shut it off and go on with your “real” life.

    It’s just a game.

    Now imagine, for a moment, that you could put yourself in Heart’s shoes.  In her head.  In her mind.

    How might the world look to you?

    “Why in the FUCK are there monsters every time I turn around?”
    “God DAMN that bastard cut off my arm and it fucking HURTS!”
    “Fuck, I don’t want to die…”
    “Damnit, it’s raining – again.”
    “Ooooooo – pretty!  -grabs the treasure, gets arm blown off by hidden spell– Ah FUCK!”
    “Why does this always happen to me?”

    You, meanwhile, are off talking with friends about the game.  “And then I went up against the 6th romoton demon from the 40th anchors of Samalay, and I KICKED HIS ASS!”

    “You” of course, physically did no such thing.  Heart did it, at your behest, not even consciously knowing you exist or that she is a part of you.  She is you, she just doesn’t know it.  You are her, and love to lay claim to that identity.  “I KICKED HIS ASS!”

    Yes, you did – while you were playing the character you created called “Heart.”

    This is, I believe, the relationship between our Soul (the player) and our conscious selves (Heart).  We are one and the same, but only one of “Us” is aware of that.  Me, as the player, does not see the monsters (rapists, abusers, etc.) as scary.  Me, as the player, sees them as all part of the game.  Perhaps a bit annoying when they “win,” but of no lasting consequence.  Just a bump in the game to be won through.

    For me, these beliefs are extremely empowering.  Because the more I am aware of the relationship between me (Heart) and Me (Soul), the more control I’m able to exert – and Me (Soul) is perfectly willing to give me that control because Soul knows there is no real difference between Us.

    The more control I exert, the better my life (from my perspective WITHIN ‘the game’) becomes.  A lot of fear goes away.  A lot of hurt becomes less long-lasting.  Because I know that eventually, I’ll decide to stop playing this game and go back to my “real” life.  Some people call that place heaven – I don’t know what to call it beyond “the Oneness.”  Oneness with everything.  A piece of God, perhaps. 

    You and I are the same.  At the molecular level, we are identical.  We are atoms and the space between the atoms.  Our “difference” lies only in how those atoms come together.  This batch comes together to look like me, that batch comes together to look like you, another batch comes together to look like a computer, a dog, a can of soda.

    On the molecular level, we are the same.

    The book I mentioned is Conversations With God by Neale Donald Walsch.  Take a risk – buy it and read it.  Even if what I’ve written here doesn’t make sense to you – take a chance.  Read it.  I dare you.

    Neale and I have had some fabulous arguments about some of the things he says in later books.  I love him, I don’t always agree with him.  We’re both ok with that.  Thankfully, he’s not interested in being anyone’s guru, or in having all the answers.  If he was, I’d run away far and fast.  Neale Donald Walsch is more of a “just suppose…” kind of guy.  I can deal with that.

    I’m going to leave you with a story.  This is a children’s book Neale wrote called “The Little Soul and the Sun.”  It is copyrighted, obviously – fortunately Neale is ok with his stuff being shared.  If you read nothing else, read this story.  This is what I believe, and THIS is how I “deal” with my adoption, my rape, my abuse – and with my joy, my love, my happiness.

    Once upon no time, there was a little Soul who said to God, “I know who I am.”

    And God said, “That’s wonderful! Who are you?”

    And the Little Soul shouted, “I’m the Light!”

    God smiled a big smile. “That’s right!” God exclaimed. “You are the Light.”

    The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out.

    “Wow,” said the Little Soul, “this is really cool!”

    But soon, knowing who it was was not enough. The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said,

    “Hi, God! Now that I know Who I am, is it okay for me to be it?”

    And God said, “You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?”

    “Well,” replied the Little Soul,” it’s one thing to know Who I Am, and another thing altogether to actually be it. I want to feel what it’s like to be the Light!”

    “But you already are the Light,” God repeated, smiling again.
    “Yes, but I want to see what that feels like!” cried the Little Soul.

    “Well,” said God with a chuckle, “I suppose I should have known. You always were the adventuresome one.”

    Then God’s expression changed. “There’s only one thing…”

    “What?” asked the Little Soul.

    “Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing that you are not.”

    “Huh?” said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused.

    “Think of it this way,” said God. “You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you’re there all right. Along with a million, gazillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles…and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light -that is the question.”

    “Well,” the Little Soul perked up, “you’re God. Think of something!”

    Once more God smiled. “I already have,” God said. “Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we’ll surround you with darkness.”

    “What’s darkness?” the Little Soul asked.

    God replied, “It is that which you are not.”

    “Will I be afraid of the dark?” cried the Little Soul.

    “Only if you choose to be,” God answered. “There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending.”

    “Oh,” said the Little Soul, and felt better already.

    Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. “It is a great gift,” God said, “because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then.”

    “And so,” God concluded, “when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don’t be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!”

    “You mean it’s okay to let others see how special I am?” asked the Little Soul.

    “Of course!” God chuckled. “It’s very okay! But remember,’special’ does not mean ‘better.’ Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special.”

    “Wow,” said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. “I can be as special as I want to be!”

    “Yes, and you can start right now,” said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul.

    “What part of special do you want to be?”

    “What part of special?” the Little Soul repeated. “I don’t understand.”

    “Well,” God explained, “being the Light is being special, and being special has a lot of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?”

    The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. “I can think of lots of ways to be special!” the Little Soul then exclaimed. “It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!”

    “Yes!” God agreed, “and you can be all of those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That’s what it means to be the Light.”

    “I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!” the Little Soul announced with great excitement. “I want to be the part of special called ‘forgiving’. Isn’t it special to be forgiving?”

    “Oh, yes,” God assured the Little Soul. “That is very special.”

    “Okay,” said the Little Soul. “That’s what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that.”

    “Good,” said God, “but there’s one thing you should know.”

    The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication.

    “What is it?” the Little Soul sighed.

    “There is no one to forgive.”
    “No one?” The Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said.

    “No one!” God repeated. “Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you.”

    It was then that the Little Soul realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide ~ from all over the Kingdom ~ for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonder of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them.

    “Who, then, to forgive?” asked God.

    “Boy, this is going to be no fun at all!” grumbled the Little Soul. “I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like.”

    And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly Soul stepped forward from the crowd.

    “Not to worry, Little Soul,” the Friendly Soul said, “I will help you.”

    “You will?” the Little Soul brightened. “But what can you do?”

    “Why, I can give you someone to forgive!”

    “You can?”

    “Certainly!” chirped the Friendly Soul. “I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive.”

    “But why? Why would you do that?” the Little Soul asked. “You, who are a Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright that I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you ~ who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move through the Kingdom with the speed of your thought–to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?”

    “Simple,” the Friendly Soul said. “I would do it because I love you.”

    The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer.

    “Don’t be so amazed,” said the Friendly Soul, “you have done the same thing for me. Don’t you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, many times. Through the eons and across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don’t remember.”

    “We have both been All Of It. We have been the Up and the Down of it, the Left and the Right of it. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been the male and the female, the good and the bad; we have both been the victim and the villain of it.”

    “Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who We Really Are. And so,” the Friendly Soul explained further, “I will come into your next lifetime and be the ‘bad one’ this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives.

    “But what will you do?” the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, “that will be so terrible?”

    “Oh,” replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, “we’ll think of something.”
    Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, “You are right about one thing, you know.”

    “What is that?” the Little Soul wanted to know.

    “I will have to slow down my vibration and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. I will have to pretend to be something very unlike myself. And so, I have but one favour to ask of you in return.”

    “Oh, anything, anything!” cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, “I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!”

    Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet.
    “What is it?” the Little Soul asked. “What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!”

    “Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!” God interrupted. “Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels.”

    And so the Little Soul wanted more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul’s request. “What can I do for you?” the Little Soul asked again.

    “In the moment that I strike you and smite you,” the Friendly Soul replied, “in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could possible imagine ~ in that very moment…”

    “Yes?” the Little Soul interrupted, “yes…?””Remember Who I Really Am.”

    “Oh, I will!” cried the Little Soul, “I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!”

    “Good,” said the Friendly Soul, “because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both of Who We Are.”

    “No, we won’t!” the Little Soul promised again. “I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift ~ the chance to experience myself as Who I Am.

    ” And so, the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be that part of special called Forgiveness.

    And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at all the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness–and especially if it brought sadness–the Little Soul thought of what God had said.

    “Always remember,” God had smiled, “I have sent you nothing but angels.”

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    March 20, 2006 - Posted by | General

    11 Comments »

    1. mmmmmmm…yup.

      That’s kinda like the way I think..though the video game refrence was real good!!…

      yeah…

      Comment by FauxClaud | March 20, 2006 | Reply

    2. Yeah, I caught that in something you said on your site, I think. I remember at the time thinking, “I knew I liked her!” LOL

      I think I might have freaked a few people out – it is strangely silent around these parts. -grin-

      Comment by Heartened | March 21, 2006 | Reply

    3. me again!

      i really liked the post. i am not sure i agree with the beliefs presented, but that’s okay. i am not really sure what i believe anymore concerning God. i enjoy reading different perspectives.

      i am not sure that we get a second chance, but then again, i am not sure that we can learn all that we need to learn with only one try at “life” either. i am sure that we are here to learn. that’s about the only thing i am sure about. well, that and the existence of God. i just cannot believe that the whole universe is a cosmic accident.

      i copied the story by walsch and sent it to my daughter, you said he would be okay with you putting it on your site, so i figured it would be okay. i think she would enjoy it very much. especially right now. troubled times, ya know?

      Comment by Anonymous | March 21, 2006 | Reply

    4. Hi “me again!” LOL

      I’m glad you mentioned that you’re not sure if you agree with the beliefs or not because it gives me a chance to say something I MEANT to say in my original entry, and I’m actually thinking people aren’t commenting because I didn’t say it:

      It is perfectly ok if no one agrees! It is perfectly ok if someone wants to say, “this is new agey crap!” It is perfectly ok to post comments, whatever those comments may be. My only caveat to that is: post what you want but know that I may also respond. šŸ™‚

      I don’t need anyone else to think I’m right, nor do I need someone else to be “wrong” in order for me to be “right” for me.

      I freely admit that I may totally and completely have “this God thing” all wrong. But I don’t think anyone else is “more right” than I am, either.

      To me, beliefs about God are a lot like personal tastes. Good example:
      I love those rolls of Oscar Meyer braunshweiger (sp). Spread on some wheat bread with a little mayo and pickle relish. Wonderful lunch, one of my favorites!

      Most people I know look at that and go “Ewwwwwww! You couldn’t PAY me to eat that!!”

      But for me, it’s the tops. Tasty, yummy, filling, perfect.

      They hate it. Tastes awful to them, yucky, gross.

      Is braunshweiger good or bad?
      All depends on who you ask.

      Who is right? Who is wrong?
      Both are.

      I’m right – braunshweiger IS good – to me.
      They’re right – braunshweiger IS good – to them.

      My being “right” for me doesn’t in any way diminish their ideas about braunshweiger. Their being “right” for them doesn’t in any way diminish my ideas about braunshweiger.

      We’re both right, even though we hold completely conflicting opinons of the subject at hand.

      That’s kind of how I view the whole God thing. šŸ™‚

      Comment by Heartened | March 21, 2006 | Reply

    5. This parable of the light within the Sun had a big impact on me. My husband and I openly wept when he read it to me.

      An intuitive place within me says, yes, at least to that part of the Conversations With God series. Along the lines of: We are all waves of the same ocean.

      When my blog was up, I wrote about the days when I wonder if I didn’t make agreements with other souls (you commented on it, I think).

      Either way, I do believe we are all connected in ways we cannot yet comprehend. The only way I’ve made it through so many things is to continue choosing that belief.

      The only way I make it through losing my oldest daughter is to bring myself back, over and over, to the truth that says she and I are connected in a profound way that transcends anything of this earth.

      Thank you for sharing your belief system with us. It’s a tough one to tackle.

      Comment by speakingformyself | March 21, 2006 | Reply

    6. me again!

      i liked your food analogy . . .don’t think i want the braunshwieger(sp?) on wheat with mayo and pickle relish. i prefer it on rye bread with onions. or my favorite way is on saltines with onions. (not supposed to eat it at all, and the saltines just add sodium) my mom likes it on rye with mustard and onions. oh BTW, at our house we call it liverwurst.

      on the topic of spirituality . . . ever read “the prophet” by kahlil gibran? one of my favorite quotes fromthat is . .. .

      “love one another, but make not a bond of love. let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your two souls.”

      Comment by Anonymous | March 21, 2006 | Reply

    7. Long, very long but worth the read. You always give me so much to think about.

      Comment by kim.kim | March 22, 2006 | Reply

    8. Oh Heartened, I’m just reading this now.

      Yes, yes, and yes. You put it sooooo much better than I’ve ever been able to.

      Have you read The Self-Aware Universe? Science/physics really IS getting close to some of these ideas. Goswami’s interpretation of quantum physics experiments is that consciousness (“oneness”) and not matter is the basic building blocks of life/reality. This is how we all choose our own reality, yet still have congruencies in our realities (ie we all see a particular stoplight turn red at the same time, etc)… because we are all one, all connected, all part of the same consciousness (or the human being player, in your video game scenario).

      Comment by N | March 23, 2006 | Reply

    9. Yep, you’re cool alright! ;o)

      How about A Course in Miracles or the Abraham tapes? Good stuff.

      Kindered spirits you and I, I do believe.

      Comment by Mia | March 24, 2006 | Reply

    10. I loved that story! I am going to have to look that guy up. What’s his name again? LOL Very inspiring. I just read something today about Quakerism that strikes a cord: “Every person, whether Quaker or not, free or imporisoned, has goodness in them. It is our duty to respond to that goodness, not the other stuff. This is a hard task. If someone has just been mean to you, or hurt your feelings, itis your responsibility to see the goodness in them. This is just one way of looking at the phrase, ‘There is that of God in evryone'”. Written for kids, but you get the idea. Reminds me of the way Little Soul is light, and so is everyone else.

      Comment by cloudscome | April 7, 2006 | Reply

    11. I loved that story! I am going to have to look that guy up. What’s his name again? LOL Very inspiring. I just read something today about Quakerism that strikes a cord: “Every person, whether Quaker or not, free or imporisoned, has goodness in them. It is our duty to respond to that goodness, not the other stuff. This is a hard task. If someone has just been mean to you, or hurt your feelings, it is your responsibility to see the goodness in them. This is just one way of looking at the phrase, ‘There is that of God in evryone'”. Written for kids, but you get the idea. Reminds me of the way Little Soul is light, and so is everyone else.

      Comment by cloudscome | April 7, 2006 | Reply


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