I am not a party pooper, I love a good party. Neither am I interested in simply stopping people from making mistakes, or trying to stop the misleading of people for reasons of trying to make myself look clever. This world is a workhouse, a passing place, a place to test intentions and learn about outcomes. This place is like a cosmic computer in the hands of an Infinite Hu Manufacturer.
In The Qur’an, it says very clearly that appearances are not what they seem, that between the Djinn and Mankind life unfolds amidst their belief or disbelief in One source. It says that if a person wants this world and its baubles and bangles, its money, power, dynasty and seeming self-important control over peoples, then this is possible within bounds.
However, in the eternal world, the choosers of the control of this world have no control there.
So, of course, the rulers and controllers of Earth’s cultures have always had a vested interest in not believing that there is anything in existence other than them and even where religion is accepted, it is increasingly a metaphor for them, a childish fairy story that can never come true. The rulers deliberately or even unwittingly, produce conditions that make belief in an eternal world ever more a matter of incredulity for the masses, ever more a source unlikely ever to be able to challenge their mad and madder antics.
Until that is, the bounds are cumulatively broken, when the tipping point is reached.
Then the very Mercy that held the rulers in power, given the hesitation of Love to intervene in the ignorance of a situation that could develop through into individual and collective growth, this Mercy then has to manifest according to the promises previously recorded, no matter how much these promises may have been rubbished by both intellectual argument and blind, bullying literal religious belief.
This Christmas, what is Christ to say about what is being done in His name? He might say:
“Simple, Not In My Name, anymore – this carnival of consumer madness has now gone so far past any helpful spiritual connectivity with Me, that My name needs removing from the carnage.
Call it Disneymas, or Moneymas, or Powermas, or Empiremas – call it anything you want, but no longer insult Me by calling it after Me. Let the children look to the magic of My actuality the year through, free from the stress of this annual hypocrisy that breaks My heart.”
Gentle Jesus meek and mild is now traded cynically in a syllabus of control and misinformation to bamboozle generation after generation of yearning children.
“I am who am, the holder of the Epoch now called 2017AD”, is what Christ might say.
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