The Next Lesson

 

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People are not on or off. They are made up of slivers of experiences they’ve had. Of course, children are mostly influenced by their families. Even then, it is too much to ask for them to be well-versed in whatever issues there are. They pretty much believe what their parents believe.

Then, as they grow older and begin having experiences, what they believe in is tested. They are exposed to more experiences and begin to formulate the things they like and the things they don’t like.

As these people read, mature, and encounter the “real world,” they hone who they are. They learn more until they begin to find a place they are comfortable with and stay there.

However, you never stop learning. It is important to listen to other people’s experiences. They might have seen something you’ve never seen. You accept that what they saw was real. You admire their stance. You think to yourself: Is this real? Why haven’t I heard about this? Those poor people.

I recently began to think of God as them. It’s because I am connected to Spirit in a way I never thought possible as a child and as a young adult. I can remember as a teenager, Shirley McClain standing on a beach in her movie, “Out on a Limb”, a book she wrote with her arms spread wide, ecstatic with joy, shouting, “I am God”. I thought it was blasphemous at the time, but then I wondered what she was talking about. It led me along paths I never thought possible.

But, mostly, for me, God was always a he and he stood alone. Up there. Prayer was something I said. I’d been taught to say them. But I never felt God was there. I mean, he never talked to me. Why should I talk to him? It seemed to be a waste of time. Also, if there were a God, why did so many bad things happen to people? It wasn’t fair. That’s what I thought.

There but for the grace of God go I. You’d see a person with a needle sticking out of their arm, passed out, stoned, deep in a drug-induced addiction, lying in an alley.

There but for the grace of God go I. And you’re looking at pictures of refugees from a war-torn country, hungry and sick. The children with flies feeding on their tears, the poor, emaciated bodies. Where was God while this was happening?

Why?

I sort of stopped talking to God along the way. I was convinced he didn’t care. I was also convinced nobody heard my prayers or the prayers of others. Why pray at all if nobody was listening?

Fast forward 40 years, and believe me, at 70 years old, 40 years is a drop in the bucket, I’ve got a different idea of God.

There have been moments since I started praying again that I encountered peace. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I don’t feel it all the time, but I do sometimes. It is a state of grace, I think. It comes and goes, but I’ve come to believe that God listens to us.

My childlike self believed that God listened and acted in a favorable manner to my prayers. As an adult, I came to realize that somebody was listening to our prayers. That’s what my Spirit Guide, Seth, said when I asked him if God listened to our prayers. He said to me, “Somebody always listens to your prayers.” Puzzled by his answer, I had a vision of an old-fashioned switchboard with lots of ladies with a bazillion wires attached to the board, and they were the ones who heard our prayers.

I figured some prayers were stupid, like if a young girl pleaded with God that she’d get a boyfriend who would love her. I’d learned as an older person that in order to find love, you have to love yourself first. The same thing happens with patience. In order to have patience with others you have to have patience with yourself first.

I’d learned that people have to step up and take responsibility for their lives and not be victims all the time. “Oh, she’s always been that way. That’s why I hate her.” Get a new think on people. It’s your fault, not somebody else’s fault.

These were not easy lessons for me. I was on the wrong side of the fence too many times to count. It all happens slowly. I’m not there yet, either. But I’ve come to feel I’m better than I was when I was younger. I’ve known people who never learned any of those lessons. Their whole lives and they lived to be an old age. I felt it was a waste. Maybe I need to learn that it was not and was exactly what they needed in their lives.

Maybe that is my next lesson. To be able to accept people just as they are. You can’t change anybody. They can only change themselves.

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