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Water is necessary for the creation and the sustenance of life. This is a scientific fact. It is why we study other planets to discover if there is any H2O in assessing the possibility of past or present
life forms. It is also why, when we have made our
“meaningful mess,” that we need to add water to it.
What is the water? What is necessary to pour into every endeavor, to guarantee the ongoing fostering of life?
Let’s go back to who we are.
We are heart, soul, mind and strength. So each one of those parts needs to be watered. Each one requires fluid to prevent us from drying out.
What is the water for our heart–i.e., our emotions? You may have your own ideas, but I feel that what is needed to prevent us from becoming an emotional desert is an outlet for
honesty. We certainly dry up inside when we are not allowed to express our real feelings, even if they end up being erroneous or false. The key to emotional good health is not always being right. If you want a pure heart, it is only purified by being granted voice–to express “where you are” at any given moment without fear of being condemned for having the sensation or being trapped into a box where you must remain because you dared to establish your position. In other words, if we really believed we were
capable of being wrong, we would be more emotionally honest, causing us to discover what works and doesn’t work, flushing us out. But most people live an emotional life that is as dry as a bone–cracking because of dehydration–overly sensitive, primed and ready to be offended at a moment’s notice. The water we add to our emotions initiates our outlet to be honest.
Which brings us to the water we add to our soul. This one may surprise you a little bit. The spirit actually
dies when it tries to follow the letter of the law instead of being stimulated by the permission to seek. It is the difference between spirituality and religion. Religion wants us to worship what is determined to be the “acceptable
God.”
Spirituality acknowledges God
while we seek to understand more about Him and therefore ourselves. You can always forecast the death of the human spirit by the presence of three dark, cloudy statements: (1) “This is the way we’ve always done it;” (2).”We believe this is God’s will;” (3) We have no intentions of changing it.” You can understand why the church must escape religion to find the true spirituality that gives each of us permission to seek and therefore waters our souls with the showers of blessing from heaven and the wellsprings from the earth.
Likewise,
we water our minds with a desire to learn. Learning is not listening to information–
learning is not even studying available data. Learning is an admission that we are absent the necessary input to satisfy our mental needs and we are on a journey to acquire it. Anything that you close the book on in your mind causes your brain to dry out, inviting stubbornness, stupidity and honestly, maybe even dementia. An active brain is a learning brain and a learning brain is a mind
not totally made up–but still willing to admit the need for fresh ideas.
And finally, the water for our body is … just that. Water. You can exercise all you want. You can be a vegetarian. But unless you flush your body with a gallon or more of water each day, you can’t be healthy. It’s more or less an internal baptism, because water runs through our system and literally
flushes out all the impurities hiding in the nooks and crannies and pushes them out of our bodies through the exits provided
You see, after you decide to make a “meaningful mess,” you have created life. But life needs you to add water daily.
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For your emotions, that means you need an outlet for honesty.
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For your spirit, it is permission to seek instead of blindly following the rules and regulations provided.
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For your brain, it’s a desire to learn instead of just perusing available words and pretending to listen.
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And for your body, it’s guzzling that gallon of water every day, giving you a baptism of your innards to match the one you received for salvation.
You have to add water. Our society is a desert of mind-numbing repetition. It makes us old before our time so we try to decorate our bodies with young things, to hide the aging that is going on inside our heart, spirit, mind and strength.
Make a meaningful mess. Don’t be ashamed of a small beginning. But nurture that creation by adding water. It’s what God did–He created the heavens and the earth and then He moved across the face of the waters. He let water do its miracle of making life.
Don’t dry out. Don’t become crusty, cranky and dehydrated. Add water. And once you do that, it makes Part Three possible in exploring the instigation of new life.
See you tomorrow.
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Sitting One
I died today.
I didn’t expect it to happen. Then again, I did—well, not really.
No, I certainly didn’t expect it.
I’ve had moments of clarity in my life. Amazingly enough, many of them were in the midst of a dream. For a brief second I would know the meaning of life or the missing treatment to cure cancer. And then as quickly as it popped into my mind it was gone. I really don’t recollect dying. Just this unbelievable sense of clear headedness—like walking into a room newly painted and knowing by the odor and brightness that the color on the wall is so splattering new that you should be careful not to touch it for fear of smearing the design. The greatest revelation of all?
Twenty-five miles in the sky time ceases to exist.
The planet Pluto takes two hundred and forty-eight years to circle the sun. It doesn’t give a damn.
The day of my death was the day I became free of the only burden I really ever had. TIME.
Useless.
Time is fussy. Time is worry.
Time is fear. Time is the culprit causing human-types to recoil from pending generosity.
There just was never enough time.
Time would not allow it. Remember—“if time permits …”
Why if time permits? Why not if I permit? Why not if I dream? Why not if I want? Why does time get to dictate to me my passage?
It was time that robbed me of my soulful nature. It was time that convinced me that my selfishness was needed.
I didn’t die. The clock in me died, leaving spirit to tick on.
So why don’t we see the farce of time? Why do we allow ourselves to fall under the power of the cruel despot? Yes, time is a relentless master—very little wage for much demand.
I died today.
Actually … a piece of time named after me was cast away.
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