I believe all are redeemable. Each and every one of us…
And I believe we all Will be redeemed in time.
I do not speak in some Western Christian manner, but from
something deeper, older, and from that still small voice within.
Bodisatvas know, and they wait until the last joins us.
Buddha, Quan Yin, and others. For we are all truly One, even
though we don’t know or feel or admit it right now.
I am guilty of that oversight, seriously so some days, less so on
others. I love to deny the idiots that invade my reality are really
me, like me, a reflection of me and ultimately me.
That African story I shared yesterday really touched my heart,
for that is an awareness that is missing in this meager culture of
ours, true community, which is truly Caring for each and every one.
Think how we could change Everything, if we just took our problem
children to the center of town and embraced them and reminded
them of all their goodnesses, over and over, and for days on end.
The shell would melt away, and that beautiful inner core that was
so visible when we were precious babies would once again lead
their way, determine their path.
Heartbreaking beauty, yes?
That was my part to walk in this passion play I share with you…
Drawn in by a sweeping and undeniable romance, it allowed me,
nay insisted, that I was to see the true and exquisite child within,
the pure core of a person worth redeeming, redeemable, and
working his way towards recovering himself in all his glory.
This was the vision I held with this person i keep writing about…
I looked at the boy within, before he’d been so disillusioned and
ruined by life and cruelty, and bent into defense position
He showed me flashes of true spirit so many times, somehow
trusting me, sometimes fighting me, sometimes begging me to
take his hand and lead him out of the chasm he had fallen into.
This is not something to be taken lightly, no, this is an honor
granted by fate and heavenly influences, and aside from human
frailty of my own, I truly believed, and still do, that he will
finally come around, just like all of us will.
He just couldn’t do it yet, and that’s ok. Timing is everything.