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| They called me the apostate and urged me to repent. They said I had sinned and forgotten why I�m here. But, those slaves of law drive beamers and live in multi estates, and when they get Home they say it is not of this world. And yet the gates are made of pearl and their streets are gold. Those servants who loyally walk through with a single book, say they leave all material things behind. They say I should go back with them to march on to Glory. I say that I am stead fast to the love. I say that I walk barefoot in the Woods. And I say, like Thoreau, I left them to be closer to my Father. My Spirit burns brighter when before they crowded and smothered my flame. A fire cannot burn with out oxygen, but oxygen is lost as you leave the world. So this world should be loved while we have it. This planet is not a waiting room. It is not a prison. Why would He spend so much detail on something he wanted us to ignore? This dirt is a gift, and was created prior to us, for us �it is our foundation and ground. It pulls our center and turns our sight. This Ground nourishes us and guides us. So we should use what we have, while we have it. What good is a birthday gift you never open? And to those who know the Law, only a foolish man claims to be wise. Only a lost soul obeys with out concern. To not question is to not know why you�re here. I questioned, and now I know. For if you ask, you shall receive. [end] |