We are called to pray... so that we stress to discover our nature. A nature coming from the Creative Mystery. A nature of fantastic imagination. A nature with complex and amplified resources, with the capacity to evolve, to discover, to be amazed, to be reflected in the love that created it, and to fall in love with all that surrounds it.
A nature of being that knows that it is in tune with its own and all other species, that we form a diverse unity, but unified by the word "create".
Feeling created... is discovering ourselves in the unusual, singular, unrepeatable process of capacities that have been gestated... beyond any will of our own. And then, gradually, as not been recognised in its origin, they are discovered as one’s own. And so, the being becomes denaturalised. And it becomes individual. It ceases to be singular and becomes the owner...; the owner of its being. And with it, becomes adversary of its surroundings.
"Owner of its being and adversary of its environment".
And although it is easy to look at the stars..., when the being takes possession of its nature, it prefers a handful of earth.
We need, as a species, to turn to our identity... to discard our ownership and to be truly liberated. And not cloistered in our laws, our rules, our opinion, our criteria, our point of view... which is undoubtedly there, but which does not belong to us.
It is the very Creation that has “lent” us life. It is a loan from the Creator Mystery, in its 'imagery'.
Yes. We are an unfathomable… imagination.
And that is why, when we look into ourselves, we don't finish, we don't culminate, we don't really get to know... who we are.
Only with the invention -"invention"- of egomania and idolatry can we classify ourselves, define ourselves. And, of course, we can inevitably die. The best plan an egomania can come up with.
And it is not a question of taking out the whip -as has been done so often- and whipping oneself: "It's my fault, my fault, my very great fault". And so on, and on, and on...
What if... what if we were to resort to the gentleness of tenderness? What if we were to imagine a generous Mercy? What if we were to assume Mercy... condescending? What if we were ready to renounce our impositions, intransigence, prejudices... and open ourselves to listening, sharing, discovering...?
And that will show us our uniqueness, our unusual presence, our indispensable participation, our necessary dedication.
This may sound like a disheartened proposal. No! It is a proposal full of heart.
That acquires knowledge... "that acquires knowledge in every heartbeat". And so, there is no error. Thus, there is no duality in thinking and feeling. Thus, there is meaning.
The meaning encompasses "where to"..., "in what way"..., "the intention"..., "the exception"...; that acquires more and more meaning to the extent that it is shared, coexisted, coincided with... or not! But it is not a reason, in any case, for grievance or disorder.
We are -at the same time and simultaneously- ants, hippopotamus and stars. Any subtraction towards a personalism is... a failure.
Feeling integrated... -with all our capacity to see 'the created'- frees us from the yoke of possession.
And it is not only an opinion, but must "exercise" in pleasing ourselves in the environment of our species and others... without entering into systematic rejection, combat, discontent...
Anyone can realise that... being in a feeling -"to be in a feeling"- dissatisfied, angry, impostor, imposing, disagreeable, non-conformist and constantly critical, all this is... exhausting! It's easy to realise this. It's exhausting. Exhausting, living under those premises!
And living is not exhausting. It is discovering, it is clairvoyant, it is surprising.
Just listening, seeing, tasting..., feeling the tenderness of a caress... is enough to revitalise us and discover living lightly, without limitations! With the inborn skill. With the same serenity as the wind carries its air.
Making living a heavy burden of responsibilities, occupations, impositions, sufferings, as inevitable rules of living... these are the choices that have been made to control and dominate.
And they are the ones that the Prayerful Call denounces... as an "announcement" of a precise and determined transforming attitude.
Feeling senses... that give meaning to our achievements. That open up continuous realisations... and that make possible a permanent hope.
As humanity, we have travelled a broken, cracked, fractured road!
And it doesn't matter who wrote History. But it is the twists and turns, fractures and more... that mark our presence in this Universe.
And humanity has become a fracture callus that does not articulate, that hurts, that resentment wins over it.
Our articulated position with Creation has not taken place. At times, it has been sighed for, but... it has not constituted a way of being. We were articulated, as a design, magnificently. And we were turning it into... "harmful".
And then we want to fix it with the same means -albeit with a different collar- with which we have fractured ourselves. Thus, we become chronic, repeated chronic fracture.
"Repeated chronic fractured".
It is now -"it is now"- time to rehabilitate...
To give meaning to our abilities...
To assume our unlimited capacities!...
Knowing the rhythms, the pauses, the waits, the perseverance...
We are others, and we must discover ourselves!...
Because until now, we have been what others have said we are!: those who received us when we structured ourselves; those who educated us, cultured, taught us..
There was no time to know who we were. Others already told us who we are. At most -"at most"- the nickname, the figurative name, could give us some clue to our nature.
Knowing that we are not what we are, but "others", places us in the unlimited dimension; it places us in the adventure, in the true sense, in the shedding of the heavy burden of an important role.
And contrary to what one might think as a broken being, declaring ourselves rehabilitated rehabilitators does not imply a special effort.
It is -to understand it better- taking off the helmet and the armour; the one worn in combat to protect oneself from blows. That this is how it is. "That's how it is": helmet, armour, protection, spear, attack...
Breathing in the fresh air of who I am and didn't know it...
To breathe in the fresh air of who I am and didn't know... is to discover oneself in humility and transparency. It is to approach the adventure with courage, without seeking achievements and possessions.
With only the sighs of breath, which fly.
“With only the sighs of breath, which fly".
Let us be feathers of wings... "to come", with a future of abilities that place us in the dream, in daydreams... and in the fantasies of "everything possible"; of "the always possible".
Feeling the heartbeat of every emotion... without the exercise of the craft of thinking about it.