Of the wheat and the tares

 

They didn't believe in God. So they needed to visit him in the house they had built in his name to wall him up. And, as a last resort, if it were not for the improbable case of his possible existence, in order to venerate him in worship. On holidays, a saint would be toasted, and so the merchants of the temple multiplied. They were going to confess what they did not do, which would be something innocent, but without grace, believing that they could hide their true intentions from what they know. And they didn't even know the book everyone is talking about. Believers are not instructed to know everything, but to believe everything. The church instigates fear of God. Therefore, where fear is, love does not dwell. 

On Sundays, solemnly and hypocritically, the moneylenders go to Mass, wearing new or well-creased clothes, kneel in the pew as a sign of devotion, eat the hosts and only do not drink the wine, because there are steps and studies of theology to be in that post. They go to Mass in a flock. They feel accompanied, when they see, sitting, other moneylenders, others hypocrites and lukewarm, reading biblical passages in the acts of the apostles, helping in the feverish praises, they go to confess the lies invented in order to be able to hide they are true lies and believe that God, who dwells only in the breast of each one, does not know them. He searches our hearts and tests our kidneys. It is in the temple which is called the heart, consciousness, which is a living muscle in continuous vibration. But they don't know. They only know that the Christ they claim to love was nailed to a cross, given over to the misery of human judgment. The lamb of God who took away the sin of the world, being crucified for it. But no. For them, obedient and cunning, the punishment is soon healed with ten of our fathers and three Hail Marys. They may sin again, but they must avoid it. They nod yes and with the look of the lamb, they promise not to repeat it. As if they could hide from unconditional love. On Sundays, joyful, amused after the profane homilies, believers in the faith of the Church and non-believers covet others and pretend to be sanctified, assuring themselves in the Masses, that they nourish the desire to become better, after the Our Fathers and the Hail Marys! They eat and drink with those about whom they murmur and inwardly envy. Then, orderly, they will make "love" in the dark, as if sex were a capital crime and not the very origin of love. Men gratuitously exchange light for shadows. Truth for lies' sake. Francis Bacon, on the other hand, guaranteed it. The lie will always be more easily made up. The walls don't talk. But your attitudes do. So do your eyes. And above all, what screams from your unconsciousness is the war that you know how to produce, contrary to what you came to do in the name of love, which is peace, the opposite of your focus. Intolerance to the detriment of flexibility, your morality cemented in your mistakes. We are human mirrors. Our children reflect our ethics. How did we get here?

And I dare say we haven't gotten out of here yet. The eternal wheel of Samsara which is error and retrogression. The hamster doing the exact same thing, second after second, decade after decade. A thousand years and all unlearned. What good were the Middle Ages, the Industrial Revolution, the Hundred Years' War, the Second World War? Where do we want to go? What are we to reap but disorder and violence? 

God made man in his image and likeness. To glorify oneself in earthly experience. The "thing" looks simple, but they prefer the blindfolds. And if they could open their hearts to the sacred source of this love, delivered to all in equal measure and away from the structural temples of concrete and tin alloy, they could see that the language that will govern this earth is telepathy. There will be no way to hide yourself from yourself, from the other.   There will be no way for you to be enslaved, nor will you have the impulse to sodomize the other. Because by then, everyone will have understood that we are all one and as long as one of us walks the earth sick, marginalized, addicted, abused, crippled, condemned by the injustice of others' judgments, none of us will be able to evolve. The least good part for those who walk in this blindness is that the wheat separates from the chaff. We all know what happens to wheat when it grows up in weeds. A basket of fruit with a rotten apple on it is difficult to hold without rotting the rest. It is necessary and urgent to clean it up. Cut off the leg suffering from gangrene. Stain the wound. Otherwise you will spoil the entire harvest. What a waste!

The good part for all who remain asleep is that DEATH is the true illusion, no one dies except physically. And everyone will be treated equally before it. They will reap what they have sown, nothing more, nothing less. Not one more comma, not one more ostentation, not one more sourness, not one more act of contrition. And the atheists, the agnostics, will receive the proper treatment for their sowing. If you were skilled in the knowledge of the greatest book of morals and ethics, you would know that the Pharisees are treated like Pharisees, because your right hand must not know what your left hand gives. In practice and for the sake of understanding, do not say how good you are, because if you were awake, you would have the exact notion of who you are and what you came to do.  And surely, you did not live without purpose, nor did you walk over the other, not looking at means to achieve ends. Nor was it to come and extort interest like the banks. From the Bible you worship, especially in the book of parables, you will be able to draw much wisdom. From the book of golden precepts, ditto. 

Now for the best part, the magnificent one for the sleepers: You all have time to change your conduct and motivation in order to improve yourselves, thus contributing to the common good. Choose. Use intelligence and discernment. It's time.

For the source, there is no distinction between whites, blacks, yellows, reds, Caucasians, atheists, agnostics, pagans, Catholics, Christians. What defines man is not the name he calls to his inner divinity, but the imperviousness of his character. And even those who lack character are not disowned by the source. They are recognized by it, and will have the necessary direction for their evolution. When I erect a wall, I am distancing myself from everything that does not make me evolve, on the contrary, it makes me disbelieve in the human race. And God in me, who works daily, with whom I maintain a relationship of intimacy, more than with any human, instructs me and says to me: Make your way. And he, on this path of mine, I take advantage of all the stones with which you throw at me to guard them preciously, as lessons of humanity. I write to contest my place in the world. I write because I don't recognize myself in the harvest of the weeds. I'm not lukewarm. And certainly, I am preparing myself at all times to be and give my best. And that is also the purpose of this text. Give it to you without asking for anything in return. All you have to do is read me. The rest does not depend and never has this pretension, that of depending on me. I walk my way, with my free will. And I came to add to it. To aggregate. And much has been done of the little. I don't recognize myself in the herd of the majority. That's why I claim to be from wheat. My attitude defines me. Your path is your harvest. Individual. But make no mistake: We are All One.