Call of the Celestials: Creator to Creation, Anyone There?

We can do just about anything we want to do in life.  It''s just that there is so much we do that isn't worth doing and that's okay because there are two things we all do for sure, being born and dying. The stuff we do in between, called living, is what's on my mind.

Right now, I'm drinking a cup of coffee out of a mug with a holly berry design that I'm sure is a kind of Christmas cup, but its so inornate that it isn't gaudy as most Christmas things are and it is simply appealing to me. When I pause to stop typing, the cup warms my hands and the faint smell of coffee whisps up my nose.  Notice, I didn't say wafts up my nose.  That's because the steam is rising in a type of dance up to the heavens, but its power is too weak to reach that level of height so it is my nose that becomes the steam's heaven.

The sound of birds, lots of birds, not only in the trees outside my window, but all down the hill, treat my ears to their various songs.  As I glance outward through my thick wood blinds, not only do I notice the blinds haven't been dusted in a long time, but also the cloud shaded hills across the canyon. Just a few weeks ago, the grasses were a sun kissed gold but after the little rains we have had, those grasses are bending toward the water-soaked earth and have become a tawny beige brown with splashes of newly formed greens.  I think to myself, "Soon the hills will take on new life."

Yesterday I was coming home from up North. The place I go that is north of where I live I call North as if north were a place of its own. Whenever I am given a choice as to where I shall go, I'll always choose North. My favorite drive to North is only about an hour away, not quite even that and it houses one of my favorite Tribal Casinos in the Capay Valley.  That territory, day or night, grips my heart.  There is unrecognized beauty that no other beauty can compare to, unless its the beauty found coming over the King's Grade into Lake Tahoe. I figure the beauty goes unnoticed by most motorists because people traveling through that area want to go to the casino or are working on the roads there, too busy to appreciate the ever changing sky against the backdrop of rolling foothills and mountains. I've often spoken of its magnificent beauty to those who go northward to the casino there and they have always responded that they have never noticed.  I have urged them all to notice, because it isn't something that once you have seen it, you'll ever let go unnoticed again. 

Yesterday's trip home from North gave me hope.  I purposed myself to drive in the slow lane of the freeway, because motorists here in California drive as though they are on an autobahn in Europe. The sky gave the most unexpected display of lights through the clouds. Well, I didn't want the freeway motorists to intrude on such beauty. They were in a hurry to get to wherever it was they were going and not the least bit interested in accepting the gift that was before them at that one point of time, never to be offered quite like that ever again.  I knew this because they were all clambering for the perfect hole-shot passing at speeds of some 90 plus mph whenever possible. This was during the afternoon commute home. While I was braking to slow for those in front of me and checking my side mirrors to see all those rushing at breakneck speeds towards me, I decided to take in the scenery at my right. Majesty reached through its clouded heaven to spill forth an array of gold and silver light upon the land.  I declared, "It is breathtaking."  But, I thought for a while as I noticed the different shadows east of me and considered what kind of awe it was that I was experiencing.  It was more life-bringing, eyes stinging from little wells of glory, and I decided that it isn't something that steals our breath, but instead brings us new life and continued life.  It was like receiving a call on the VIP line--Creator to Creation.  There was a song I used to sing in Church and it always made my eyes well up with tears of God's glory.  The song went like this. Bear with me, I might not have it right.  Majesty.        Worship his majesty.        Unto Jesus be all glory, honor and praise............        Majesty, kingdom authority.......... Flow from His throne  unto His own, His anthem raise.  

That's what I remember and that's what came to my mind as the scene before me commanded.

Well, it was all so inspiring that today, a day later, I sit here typing about it.  The air outside is chilly and coolness dances upon my kneecaps.  My elbows are resting on a cool table made of wood.  I feel it through my white crocheted sleeves.  Yet, I sit here with the window cracked because I do not wish to abandon the song of the birds. In the background, television is reporting on the Dali Lama's visit, David Gregory's challenge to President Bush, and I turned briefly to listen to both with the song of the bird's more loud than the television's soft intrusion.  David spoke of Israel sending a message to Syria via a bomb.  It made me think of a few nights back when in a political chat titled Today's News.  Chatters were challenging each other as they so often do, and as chatters chose to accuse other chatters rather than accept the challenges, they turned on those like myself who sit quietly with respect trying to see truth in all things.  Some, with perceptions of what kind of person I must be, endeavored to assault my character when it came to the subject of the United States protecting Israel.  I had said something that upset a third of those claiming to be staunch conservatives  supporting the war in Iraq against the evil liberals that want to sell America as we know it to foreign terrorists. I quietly typed in my small Verdana font that the United States wants to provoke Israel to bomb Iran so America can be justified in going to war in Iran.  I mentioned that Turkey had built a landing and opened her borders to the United States at the beginning of the Iraq war but that now they have joined Iran's cause and closed the borders to us.  I told them that Syria Turkey, and Iran had lined their borders, the northern to eastern borders of Iraq, with tanks and are making ready to go to war against the United States and coalition forces in Iraq.  Only one "conservative war supporting" chatter asked me questions.  He/She asked me why would Israel do such a thing as bomb either Syria or Iran.  I simply spoke a truth we all know.  I said, Israel through out history has faced genocide, extinction.  They have been enslaved, displaced and attacked wherever they planted their roots.  They are a small nation without protection and are surrounded by enemies.  They aren't the kind to wait to be attacked.  They will deliver the first blow because if they waited for an enemy to do so, they might not have anything left to defend themselves.  It's the bully versus playground victim mentality, only this isn't an ordinary playground and the bully's are many.  Israel cannot afford to wait for the Americas to come to their aide.  I told them that the war in Iraq is only for logistical purposes so we can baby-sit Israel's declared enemies.  The person who questioned me confessed that he/she hadn't considered that line before but is now thinking about this.  That was on Sunday, October 14, 2007.  Since then, Israel apparently sent a bomb to Syria and now we are questioning our president about this and he isn't commenting.  I decided to quit my meditation for a few moments and make a call to my friend Jenny. 

Jenny said, "The United States has agitated damn near every part of the world."

I said, "Yes, and those in the Middle East have too.  That's because we are humans.  Humankind is an agitator. Agitation, aggression, hatred and warmongering is a spirit and it settles upon humankind.  Countries in this world are principalities and represent the individuals of their region.  We fight spirits and we fight against ourselves."  Then I remembered how Sunday-Monday's chat in Today's News had gone. Jenny had to get off the phone to deliver a massage treatment promising to call me back in a few hours so we could continue our musing.  Left alone with the memories from yesterday's celestial splendor, I considered how humans were not meant to live forever.  We are meant to die.  I sit here smoking another cigarette pausing to consider that perhaps we were not meant to continue through evolution as we think we are.  I spoke last week about our President's NASA Space exploration plan to every one who was patient enough to listen.  I told the chatters and others offline that our president could perhaps be nominated for the Nobel Peace prize someday if we can avoid the expected 6th extinction event.  But, now I wonder if we were meant to continue on in the future or if our species is slated to end.  It is a little past Noon o'clock and the song of the bird's has lessened.  I guess even the birds have work to do.  Still, a few remain behind to sing.  The television seems so much louder now. 

I still don't know the answer to the question about whether or not we are meant to go on after extinction of our planet.  The only thing regarding today's meditation I know is that the truth about humankind belongs in our existence now because the future holds only the future truths.  All we know today, should it make it out of this earth to the home of the future, will be treated as myths from times long passed.

Dare I chance this?  Yes.  Without expectation of reciprocation, I care for you (all)
 and what happens to you.  I care that you suffer and I am glad when you are glad, where ever you all may be.