The other day while meditating and trying to center my self, I had a sense of blissful peacefulness fill my entire being. I knew something great was about to begin and all I had to do was to open my self unto it. What was this feeling of utter contentment I was feeling? Has it happened to you?
As I sat there on the grass filled meadow surrounded by a display of nature at its finest I felt the warmth of the sun upon my flesh. It felt good; it felt like the very thing I should do. I truly felt as if I was in the right time at the right place.
I could still hear the birds and crickets and the other sounds of nature, but as I mediated further within myself, those sounds faded into the background and they were being replaced by the sound of something soft rubbing together, like cotton but louder. I could hear the tinkling of what sounded like wind chimes and it truly became music to my ears.
I felt myself rising into the air and I was not afraid, I still felt that blissful sense of peacefulness. The sun was fading somehow but the light was somehow magnified a thousand times but didn’t hurt my eyes nor did it burn my skin.
I could see something emerging from the clouds as I traveled up through them, I was not afraid in the least this felt natural as if I had done it a million or two times. My body was sitting on a cloud that surprisingly held my weight. It was utter softness upon my skin; I drew my legs under me subconsciously as I often do and prepared myself for the unknown.
With the blink of an eye, the clouds parted and I quit ascending upwards I had reached my destination upon high. There I was facing a multitude of angels; it was the sound of their wings that I was hearing as I was raising upward.
Most of the angels were in front of me, and there were thousands of them. Thought none of them talked directly to me I am sure they were very much aware of me. Their voices sounded like chirps in unison unless I focused on them one at a time and when they noticed that they would stop talking. I sat and watched these angels for a long time and listened to them talking.
The angels were all different colors, some white, so black and every shade in between. I saw they were the likeness of people on earth, a whole rainbow of colors, the same yet different.
The angels were milling about as if waiting for someone to come. Aww could it be? Naw, I am not that lucky, I thought to myself. I just was so content to sit and watch them intermingle with each other.
A few hundred angels stood off to the left of me with the most beautiful harps of every kind imaginable and they were softly playing them. The music itself was wonderful. After a while the tone of music changed into something more serine and wondrous.
Something was materializing to the right of me and I held my breath as did the angels gathered around me. A complete silence fell on the assembled crowd as we waited in unison for what was about to come to pass.
There in the blink of an eye stood the supreme one, he who rules us all and he had such an aura about him that he commanded the greatest respect one can imagine. One would describe him as a man of color, yet another could describe him as a man of equality, and yet another could describe him peace loving fellow with thongs upon his feet. We’d all be right of course there is no squabble of that I am sure. One universal thing to describe this man is he has color be it white, yellow, pink, tan to black and every color of the human spectrum, we all believe he is equal in his dealings and he is peace at its highest level. Everyone sees him in the color they project, most notably in the color of their own skin tone.
This, the most holy man in existence looks at me, a humble single mom and says it is time for me to begin.
I am at a complete loss and I really have no clue what he is speaking of, and as I am thinking this, a tablet is emerging within my lap and a pen appears in my hand. I stammer and am at a loss for words but for a minute and then I begin what I am sure I am supposed to do. “Dear God, why am I here”. I stammer.
He softly laughs and lays a gentle hand on my shoulder and says, “My dear child you are here to ask the questions that all humanity wants the answers to.”
“God, I am not sure I am the right person to under take this monumental task”. I said a bit uneasily.
“You are the right person my humble servant, of this I am sure.” He said with such conviction I know he must be right. “I am ready when you are Amy:”
With a bit of trepidation I began this interview with God. It is to be the biggest interview of my entire existence or anyone’s existence and for that I know I must do a good job, because I realize I had been chosen for this task because people listen to me. “Dear God, why do you allow Wars to happen on earth? All the hurt, blood shed, and pain seem to me to be bad”
God just looked at me and smiled, “My child you asked a hard question to which there is not a simple answer.” He patted my hand and continued on. “War is a disagreement, and as we know disagreements in reality are a good thing. They allow us to clear our hearts and minds and give us something to focus upon but when disagreements get out of hand they become wars. The death and other pain that come from a war is just human nature. Humans want to believe that they are correct at all costs, I have noting to do with that, I can try and convince humans that they are not always correct but at times that is a hard task. I gave you free will and some humans use their free will for things that are not things that I would choose.”
“Free will is a good thing unless we humans use it the wrong way.” I replied. I look down at my lap and the notebook which is lying there, and there is the question I asked and God’s answer to that question. As I am looking at this notebook yet another question appears so I ask God this question. “Why did you give us free will?”
God laughs again and replies “I gave you humans’ free will because I believed you will use it to the greatest good. Most of you use that free will for only good, but others do not, and those people have their own agendas. Most humans use their free will to help others in some ways and that is great but some of you humans who don’t know me personally use this free will for things other then good. All of you humans are individuals and that is the way I created you, in my likeness. Even if you use your free will for things which are not for the ultimate good, you are still using your free will.”
“Okay God, what is the ultimate good?” I asked of him.
“The ultimate good is when things are done for the best possible outcome for everyone. For example earth needs fluid as do humans for without it you both shall perish, so for the ultimate good I give you rain.” He paused drew another breath and continued, “Sometimes the rain is too much for one area but not enough for another area. Water is not limitless, although at times it seems as if it is. I can not control where it falls, where it goes or what it does I can only turn on the proverbial faucets. It is like that with everything I give you I can not control it, like you it has a mind of your own.”
That made total sense to me, as I have always wondered about the rhyme and reason for the pattern of rain falls on earth. I like many humans realized that there was nothing we could do to control the water flow when vast quantities occur and neither could God. Floods and other forms of water flow are just something I guess that has free will like we humans do.
I asked God my last question of the day about why he created us and I was not prepared for his divinely inspired answer. With a wave of his hand, he looked straight into my eyes and replied “Dear child, I too have a sense of humor”. His laughter echoed through out heaven and followed me back unto earth.
This article shows us all that when life gets too serious we MUST take the time and find the humor within life.