Questions 2nd Letter
I remember back in my full blown Christian days, I was spoon fed a belief that was so full of holes, that it may as well have been a fishing net. Hmmm yes net, I believe that is exactly what it was. When I asked a reasonable question – such as, “ Out of the three great, Abrahamic religions, we / they, think that we’re all right, which is it ?” I also remember asking you to tell Abraham that I was irked with him.
How is it possible that if one does not accept, with no questions asked or answers ( that made no sense ) from the teachings, will I ever come to my own truth ? I asked anyway. I was told that I would never understand, not for me to know, etc. Really ! I certainly could not understand how you’d persecute one group, send to hell another and call yourself merciful. This was ludicrous to my truth. And the piety of the elders, well that is another letter.
I talked to learned men about You, the Christed One, ridiculous laws and more. It is my belief that it matters not what I call you, how many sons / daughters that you have. After pouring over document after document, I found no ultimate truth. Only examples that I can use, such as grace, mercy, compassion and loving my fellow man as myself. We are ALL your children. The rest, a made up story, passed down, generation after generation. It was changed to fit the times and to suppress / oppress many a great soul. Control was the name of that game ! Thousands of years before, the same stories were told and or borrowed before these texts came to be. I must think for myself and act accordingly.
I also realized that if a tribe lived in the forest, up in a tree, never having heard The Gospels or any other Holy Text that they too, are you’re children. Maybe they knew more than I did. Being aware of the great gifts of Mother Earth, such as food / medicine, the stars, daylight and moonlight. I believe they had one up on me, not being jaded with man’s text, simply God’s provisions and love.
I end this letter by saying that I love you. Still spitting out the seeds. Until next time.
Lead me, Guide me, Guard my footsteps,
© Janet P. Caldwell April 20th, 2014
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I will not share all of the letters, as they a part of my latest book.