God: One Hour at a Time

I'm not religious. I'm spiritual, and I have faith, just not in a deity. I feel that I'm doing what I can to be a good person, but not for God or to prove my way into Heaven or anything. It just helps to live with so many people on this earth if one has a sense of tolerance and understanding, etc.

So it is with this point of view that I have been thinking of the God of other people. And I thought that if he was a true entity he could possibly be very frustrated and traumatized by the way the world has been going. If He (or She, or It, whatever,) were more human, he'd have to end up seeing a therapist. I think the therapist may be something like a tree, or a mountain. The sun. Some nature thing who knows God well.

Maybe their session would go something like this:

How does that make you feel?

G: I feel frustrated! Everyone is so upset with me. It’s ridiculous! I only tell them the best way to do things, how to live life to the fullest, and no one listens, then they blame me when they do it wrong!

T: That does sound very frustrating. But do you think they might actually be blaming you for the things they have no control over?

G: Like - earthquakes, weather patterns, like that? (therapist nods) I only do what nature needs. People don’t understand that I have more than human souls on my plate. The ecosystem has necessities, and tectonic plates have to be maintenanced. Geez, they have no idea what needs to be watched on the bottom of the ocean! Everyone is just so - so selfish. It’s all “them,” and I don’t count.

T: Yet they hold you accountable for so much. I understand that it’s stressful to have so much responsibility and lack of communication.

G: Lack of communication - that’s what humans are best at! You know that they fight over me, just with different titles! “Buddha,” “God,” “Allah,” “Goddess,” whatever - it’s all faith. That is my true name. They just want to make a reason to start an uproar. Humans.

T: They’re your creation.

G: That’s where everyone’s wrong, too. They actually created me. They created me, then put me in charge. They make the rules and expect me to uphold them. Faith has no rules. I just… I watch them, I call out, “No, don’t do that!” and watch them do it anyhow. I say, “Stop saying I said that!” but they point to it in that obnoxious book. I wish I hadn’t inspired that thing. I thought it was a good idea at the time, but… they keep twisting the words, taking it out of context.

T: You would always wonder, though, if you hadn’t tried giving them some sort of guidance.

G: Guidance? Rather than an instruction manual, it’s more like a destruction manual. What was I thinking. I knew they would screw it up somehow. I’ve been having to resort to dreams, but only so few people see those as a true message. Miracles? They’re ignored! Some can’t even be seen. Siberia has no idea how close they came to being a landing pad for the Outerists from the next galaxy. They just don’t know… No one sees what I really do.

T: If you could separate yourself from their lives, would you?

G: Man. (Looks around in wonder) There’s a concept. But what would I do? What is there for me to do without humans needing faith?

T: Visit some Outerists across the universe? Maybe you could create another world? What if you destroyed humans? Started over?

G: Make a new intelligent life? (shudders) I wouldn’t want to try that again, for fear that it would turn even worse than this! The way people are headed right now, I’m not expecting their situation to get any better. The only good I see about how bad things are down there, is that the honest kindness of the pure-hearted is more evident though that contrast.

T: That kindness is usually attributed to you and your grace.

G: Sometimes. Sometimes I reach down and really do cause it, but so often it’s the will and goodness of an actual person, not me at all. People have more power than they think. They do something great, or even something awful, and say “Thank God,” or “God told me to,” and then it’s all on me. (Putting hands up in submission) “I was focusing on a volcano in Italy at the time, for Heaven’s sake! I didn’t do any of that!” But... I guess some people need a scapegoat, or else their pure soul needs humility so they don’t claim the good deed they’ve accomplished, they say it’s me. They were my tool. I get a good rap a lot of the time, but just as often I hear, “Why did you let this happen!” Let it happen! The world energy is just stirring like a huge pot of soup, I’m not playing it like a meticulous game, causing things to happen or not happen! It’s amazing what they think I’m capable of. They don’t know that most of it is them. Their choices. If they do it for me, that’s my biggest power: their faith in me. No matter what I do.

T: I have a feeling you’re not giving yourself enough credit. You are the cause of many choices, you are the inspiration of many great things even if there are some choices made in your name that aren’t good. It’s like you’ve said before: There can’t be good without bad. There has to be balance.

G: But I don’t decide which of those are which. “It is God’s will,” they say when something crappy happens and they don’t have a better explanation. What it is, is that … some growth can’t happen without wounds. Scars are stronger than a lack of abuse. Inspiration comes from trauma as much as from joy. It just - it’s the natural way. Not necessarily My way.

T: If you had your way? What would you do, just for you to have your way?

G: (Smiling) You know that castle Superman makes in the Ice? That. I’d do that and live there during those horrible, scalding summers. I'd sit and watch "reruns" with memory sticks that play holograms

T: (Laughing and closing the notepad) Great choice! Well, our hour is up. I think you’ve done a lot of good exploring. Try to go relax and enjoy yourself. Have some “you” time. Okay?

G: It’s hard to have “me” time when I’m a trinity. (With a wry smile.) But I’ll do what I can.