Meditating in the Morgue

There’s no performance in worship, you can't fool God anymore than you can fool yourself; the Divine considers us by our rational and moral axioms, we hope at least for our sake. There is instrumentalization, when we seek the divine only for personal gain, but even then the Divine has written the resistance from the natural environment whose offerings we instrumentalized as gains to nature’s losses. We instrumentalize Allah when we treat the One as a Resource rather than the Source. When we instrumentalize and commodify Divinity, or Nature, or any one for that matter, we only dismember ourselves with the illusion that we’re in control of something much bigger than Us, that we ever had the power to forcefully take what wasn’t granted, or maintain it from being taken away.

Chapter 33, verse 72: “Indeed we offered the trust to the Heavens and the Earth and the mountains, and they [all] declined to bear it and feared it; but man [undertook to][ bear it. Indeed he was unjust and ignorant.”

I'm remembering this old story but I’m not sure where, about the Beginning and End of Time.. A bright wide place where every soul was asked by the Kingdom of Heaven whether they wanted to participate in the daily struggles of this Universe thats about to begin, and again when the Universe has had its final day. Whether they wanted to be breathed into some slimy human body and deal with collective suffering, and Love. Apparently the mountains and rivers refused, the stars opted to illuminate and record, the planets wouldn’t budge, but us brave souls, chose life. So the Angels sang!

When I visited the cemetery I meditated under a tree. I opened my heart and Spirit, which was quite overwhelming to be honest, the amount of ambient emotion in that place is crazy. I felt the tug of souls who have longed to be remembered, so I prayed by some graves for God’s guiding lights to offer them solace. I also saw a peculiar vision, or felt a profound truth, when I closed my eyes, and the world was stripped to its former nursing grounds, all that was left was every soul that has lived and died, all pointing in the same direction, every one of them, all of creation, was facing the same Bright Light.