There were… -surely- times in which "to believe" was inevitable.
The sun rose each morning and dusk gave rise to the night.
Surely there were times in which… to “believe" became dogma.
And for this reason, expanded the beliefs, and with them, the conquests, the impositions, the rules, laws…
There were times in which to believe was a duty!, and this was lived like… like one more attachment of life.
Then, followed times of discussions!... concerning the beliefs: some believed some things, others believed others. And between beliefs and beliefs they disputed the truth.
There came a time when the beliefs continued arguing, but they began to decline. It was no longer a duty or obligation to "believe"; it was not a fixture of life.
And they came -and they are- times in which… radical beliefs take root, and employ the fear and all kinds of violence to claim their creed. And at the same time -and at the same time-, more and more… more and more disbelief is generated.
Bad times to believe.
And to believe is to grow, is to become creative, is to trust; it is hope, it is spring…
And all this development, of course, is not only of religions and philosophies, no!, above all -"above all", even if you have those religious, philosophical representations - above all it is personal; which later becomes social; what later becomes universal -well, that's a lot still, let’s say "planetary"-.
To stop believing in each other, the options of growth, alliance, collaboration… -almost we say "love"- are unviable.
Yes. It is begun from a level of distrust; it is begun by hiding "part of"; it is begun from… the broken, shattered, it is begun from the “we’ll see”, and obviously, the tendency is to see, amongst the worst, and worst than I can imagine.
And the curious thing of this discredit that the human beings makes of their own species, the worst of the discredit, is that each discredited being believes, believes! -"yes, believes!- that they have the truth, that they are right, that makes sense, that is logical.
It is terrible!, right?
"I don't believe in anything or anyone, but I believe I am right. I believe that I have the truth and I believe that my opinion is the best. I believe that my vision is accurate. I think that my judgment is appropriate. I believe that my condemnation is just. I believe that my punishment is…. adequate."
It seems that you cannot live without believing.
But it has reached a critical citric point!, acidic!...
And the Sense of Prayer warns us of this situation, so that when the radical… incredulous, when the plans break and crack!, become alert that they begin to believe… that the world is "what they believe it is".
They don’t know anything!
But… in the herd, each member moves in that dimension, all think they know the true position. And are sure of their belief, with its character, with its criteria… In short, with its imposition.
It is similar to the game of billiards, pool, in which a ball strikes a triangle of balls grouped together, pretending to pigeonhole them into a hole; similar to the game of "bowling", in which a gigantic ball precipitates towards bowling pins structured and intended to be blown up. Because each proposal of radical belief in our daily life, that implies dominance, haughtiness… and -above all- possession of the truth, is a severe blow to the human community. It is not spring!; it is not a station. It is immobility; it is imposition…; it is sectarianism; is… terror!.
Yes!, similar to what the day before yesterday occurred in England -to cite something close and momentary-. But also, yesterday, Mosul was savagely bombed, and were blown into the air, "in the name of the truth", thousands of innocent… human beings. Innocent!
Some catalogue themselves as radical believers; the others incredulous but believers of "their truth".
It is not difficult… to deduce… the why of the content, the why of the terror. No. It is easy, beneath that magma, to expect any surprise.
No. Times are not good to believe; times are not good to fall in love; no, they are not good times to have enthusiasm.
But... but in spite of the omnipresence, omnipotence, and the categorical decision of those who have and possess the truth, despite the fact of this human wealth of terror!, in spite of this… spring arrives! And the dawn, and the dusk, and the stars come out! And the rainbow appears… And the dew becomes invisible, but arrives.
It is not necessary to consider beliefs. We are the product of it.
The betrayal, when we usurp the truth and we decide the irredeemable doing, it's just… a betrayal, nothing more!; thick, hard and retractable; not in tune with the Creation; that has declared war on the galaxies, to the stars, to all that it finds around!, that is not what the individual believes that is or should be, or how it should be! Any -"any!- experience or… simple illusion is thrown away.
Because the own truth demands! It demands importance! Demands… value! A challenge to the Creation.
The prayer warns us of that position that lures the humans at this time; in this rhythm… of destruction.
Punctually, it dawns.
Punctually, it dusks.
And with that trust, with that faith!, with that belief!, we wake up and we sleep. If it wasn't for that evidence and creative, loving, generous proof, there would be no life!... It should be -as a result- the life, the living together, sharing, getting along -the "with": with dawn and with dusk-… to place the same trust, the same creed, the same evidence as when sunrise and sunset occur. Are they not models, like is -at a different pace- the spring, summer, autumn, winter…?
Proof of beliefs… forecasts of life.
While the species is bleeding between hunger, ignorance, war, deception, lies, scams, surveillance, persecution… and a long etc, curiously, the Creation remains confident in life.
And it seems that the Life of humanity only trusts death. In the death of feeling, in the death of excitement, in the death of illusion, in the death of living together, in the death of undoing, in the death of consuming, achieving like this!… that the meaning of life is death.
Meanwhile, the Creation strives to show us that the meaning of Life is life!
Yes! Yes, yes! Prayer is spring. It is spring, because it collects the melting of the mistrust… and makes it stream, river and sea. And in its path… grows the plant, with its green, with its flowers and fruits…; with "food".
Prayer is nourishment. It is an Eternal Spring!... which leads us to our eternal origin of water, to make us subtle before the evaporation!, make us sublime to the clouds, and make us generous before the rain and snow.
Each time… every time you leave the Eternal Spring, for the personal truth of a thawed winter, the petal of a flower wilts.
The promises of Eternal Spring are still there… creatively, at the disposal of who wants to take them, breathe them, feel them… as the ideals that they are! Surely then, after a thorough analysis and a reason of "logic", they will be destroyed. But… magically -it is difficult that he who destroys believes in the magic- but… magically, there will continue to be.
.- But if I have destroyed it!...
.- "You have destroyed"… no! "You destroyed yourself." The promise remains intact. You think you have destroyed an ideal promise, idealistic, because you've discovered, because you believed, because you have disbelieved, because you have been disenchanted, etc., etc. "Destruction".
And the individual believes that this has finished with that promise that the Creation has given. No.
Realize… the impediment that the current time of the being imposes: it blocks the free circulation of this de-icing; diverting the course of the waters; empties the basin of the rivers…; it makes the sea… sad; the Ocean of Love laments: a silent cry that is expressed in the shore, when the wave shyly arrives and sheds its foam. No, no! It is not foam, they are tears. Nowadays!
But it still insists!… to reach the shore, because it knows it is an accomplice of the stars. It knows that it does not belong to any will, and no humanity! It knows that it is “inter-pending” of a Creation.
And sunrise and sunset occur.
And in the school of life reigns of the Eternal Spring; because it believes in the promise of life… it becomes permanent prayer, and unpolluted food…
No matter what happens, it will continue.
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