I have launched a “Daily Readings” series which will be updated daily on youtube.
I have launched a “Daily Readings” series which will be updated daily on youtube.
(John 5: The Pool of Bethesda)
An angel clad in white winged robes with hands upon the pool
A surge of water gushes forth, clear, transparent, cool
Children watch upon the bridge with raincoats, darkened caps
My mother calls me not to fear, the bridge’s missing slats
Like needles dropping in the stream, rain pierces to the ground
Raising thoughts in Children’ s minds with every plopping sound
And as the Angel, golf course walks, the clouds clear with his step
Revealing brighter thoughts for man with every place he treads
By Crawfurd’s castle, blue skies clear and children move away
Their raincoats filled with water still seem strange in Summer’s days
Shadows clear upon the fields and hope again appears
Within the showers, sunny glades where man has nought to fear
Long after Angels hands descend or sun upon Man’s dreams
Still the pool, it gushes forth pushing all upstream
And on the Minds of local men an Angel dares to tread
Stirring healing loving thoughts upon the dying bed.
Confined in brick or iron box is not a God I know, reduced to wafers held with gloves by men at circus shows.
And others claim a Spirit near descends at certain times, usually with silver plate and fortified good wine.
Then some say, a devil comes with pitchfork pointed beard, to chase us all around the streets, like Benny Hill appears.
Then others paint a sad faced man who hangs with blood stained tears, enough to frighten hardened hearts to heighten all their fears.
The God I know is found in Love, in silence, peaceful ways, in the innocence of kids, in kindness every day.
I see him in the daily smiles of acts done chaste and pure, helping with a shopping bag or charity for sure.
In the hospitality of coffee with a friend, sharing every friendly branch where two birds sit and bend.
When other’s thoughts approach your mind with doctrines black and grey, with suits and cars, prosperity, do not be afraid.
For Spirit lives within the realms and hears not earthly praise, reaching to our higher selves with kindness every day.
Not in stone but in the act of passing thoughts of Love, builds the temple in your heart, where thoughts come from above.
Perhaps upon the River Cart or by its dwindling streams
We feel a heart that’s beating power without another means
A power that turns the waiting tide and waters plants and flowers
Turning students to their books in every waitng hour
A power that lights the morning dawn and dusk a gentle glow
A power that hold each swan intact as waters gently flow
A guiding light which simply “Is” with no demands on man
While preachers loudly scream and shout that all the folk are damned
A power that needs no words nor praise to move within it’s place
For it has the world for man to feel it’s gentle guiding pace
And if by chance an apple tree should spring in Barshaw Park
Or nestling feathers after flight, you see a morning lark
Look upon its shining beak or feathers black and pure
Worship not the image, mind, but the power that it endures
And when the apple tree no more, holds up it’s greenish fruit
Look toward the power in Life for all things absolute
Only the real stands up to time, with majesty and robes
All else disappears from sight, with pain and anxious throws
And so the real in everything is found not in the clay
But in the power of Life itself which opens up the day
Dwell not in things which are not real but look behind the eyes
There you find the real idea of all that Love implies
Perhaps nearby the Walker Hall or up at Jacob´s well
a random act of kindness comes from strangers who can tell?
Perhaps a gentle smile when all is grey and bland
A man in Tesco car park, who gives a helping hand?
The face of God is ne´er seen by looking to the sky
or pleading with an unseen God to ask the question “why”
But in the smaller random acts, of hope and gentle charm
Music springs from little things which keep us from all harm
And if by chance we cannot see the goodness in Schoolwynd
Let us play the Harp we think is somehow left behind
From Cochrane Street to Loadingbank it doesn´t take a while
to offer random kindness acts or give a sincere smile
He does not see the cries and woes of bitter words well meant
He does not know the mental wounds of times much better spent
He knows only Peace and Love and wholeness of our Soul
Far above the human clouds where Man is free to Go
In Glasgow Street or Ladeside Vale, perhaps in Dalry Road
A Mind can freely choose to live in mental sweet abode
Far above the darting arrows, foes and kin at war
There is a place, another Mind for mankind to explore
Found in silence, ne´er in hate, a Harp string sound does come
Taking man to far above from words and human glum
If Angel´s are His thoughts indeed of swirling pools of Love
Let them take us anytime to consciousness above.
In silence comes the lyre harp of goodness Peace and Love
A state of mind but Heaven is, so take yourself above
To where no siblings voices fight or hatred´s idle dreams
Free yourself from earthly ties however fair they seem
Gently on piano keys or,
strung upon the harp,
strummed upon the guitar strings or
words said from the heart,
A colder breeze in winter time
or withered flowerless briar
all are made to break your dreams
and draw your thoughts much higher
An Ocean beach in times more calm
At home with people stern
A tempest storm or healing balm
Higher thoughts that you must learn
Ne´er upon life´s empty shores
no matter how it seems
For going to reach a better place
you have to break the dream
One of the most interesting things about religion is its tenacity to survive and thrive off fear and human emotion. Many if not all of the institutions I came across during the pandemic were having “pity parties” reminding themselves how bad life is and how suffering MUST be part of faith and the human journey. It may well be part of the human journey but part of the Spiritual man it is not.
As well as this there are churches who claim to have “grown” and are wholly welcoming ALL people into their fold in a kind of don´t ask don´t tell basis, just come and worship with us. (and sign the regular donation form) These groups, despite rather dark pasts, seem to be able to forget their own histories and are settling into a new identity, distancing themselves from involvement with slavery, anti LGBTQ rights and other topics which they still don´t feel comfortable discussing. The idea is you go, say nothing controversial with a promise that the pastor won´t either and you all sit comfortably for an hour on Sundays talking about how bad the world is. This seems to be the religion of the day. Add in Jesus, the cross, suffering and you have a recipe for feeling very sober by the time you leave.
This style of religion is dying and it seems that with every new generation, we move further and further away from any kind of agreement or Mind and are settling into a bunch of egos whom by the end of the service really hate each other and don´t go back. To play it safe, other churches simply have a rock or pop concert without any other sermons or words to avoid lack of unity – who can blame music? As such, religion is dying and is offering nothing new except the age old belief that there are two powers. One of good and the other a kind of Benny Hill style devil: out to tempt us on every corner with a trident ready to throw us into hell. But it seems it is no longer vogue to mention him either. Then comes a virus. The Churches really don´t know what to do with that – is it from the Devil or from God? Let´s not think about it and just say it´s here, that is the approach. If the Churches close, even better, they don´t have to deal with it.
My religion is a God who is Good, who knows no pandemic, who knows of no evil sickness sin or death – as such there is no point pleading with him because he cannot see our issues: It is not because he is cruel it is simply because these issues are products of our own thinking, not of any reality. Like a ghost under the child´s bed – the mother comes and shows there is no ghost. So God comes to tell us there is no suffering. Let me put it another way: If money was not the most important thing in western countries, would we have closed everything down to protect ourselves from the pandemic? Likely no, older people would be at home instead of nursing homes, friends and families would assist each other and Governments would have less of a role to play. Common sense would have prevailed and companies would have shared their products instead of hoarding to sell them to us later.
What if we did not believe that mankind was a bunch of created individuals who live for themselves and their own motives. Right now we are the center of our own universes, demanding, judging, viewing, passing sentence and executing. What if we are one Mind, a reflection in a pool of goodness, only able to reflect perfection. Without any small mind to judge. What would the world look like?
A good place to begin is to explore what that Mind is and how we can trust it in our day to day lives. it begins not by realizing who God is but by realizing who we are, a reflection of something beautiful whole and perfect.
It is our beliefs that shape our world, so pure true beliefs will show us the reality of something beautiful.
We should not be relying on any kind of institution for support for this – we should be quietening down our minds to realize “I and my Father are One” and that´s true for everyone no matter what our brain tells us about the guy next door or in the next seat.
The quicker we are able to let go of Sunday Morning religious practice and realize instead that God is one Mind and a force to be trusted in every moment, the quicker a better world will come.
Lets trust one power today – let it be Good.